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Title: Reunion
Post by: Ta'lia of the Seven Jewels on August 04, 2005, 02:28:22 AM
Lieofin

This red-haired human woman has a strong will - and an urge to go back to the place where the demon appeared first Lieofin does not understand. She should have the desire to stay away, as far as possible. So many things happen in the last time that he doesn‘t understand, and that insight comes hard to him. for he is known as a man of wisdom and knowledge.

As Lady Artemos finally has an insight and stops to dismount for the night, he hear a voice calling - and it seems, Lady Artemos has found somebody she knows - probably not far form the place she wanted to go. Coincidence - or imperative?

***Astropic of the day***
"For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path   that may have heart. There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length. And there I travel looking, looking, breathlessly. ~Don Juan"

Edited by: Talia Sturmwind  at: 8/3/05 22:59


Title: Re: Reunion
Post by: Capher on August 07, 2005, 12:49:22 AM
Quote:
"Capher! Where are you?"


Capher puts out his hand and gently covers Ta'las's sword arm. "I do not think that is necessary Ta'las.  I think this voice, and it sounds feminine, means no harm.  In fact it sounds like someone I used to know...but it has been such a long time and I am not entirely sure.  Let's let her come into the camp.  At least near the fire, so we can see who we are talking to."

Ta'las nodded, but his hand still wavered close to the pommel of his sword.  

Capher yelled back, "I and my companion are armed. I am not sure who you are.  Come closer to the campfire, out of the darkness so we can see you."  Capher quickly found a stout piece of wood, hefted it and felt it was heavy and strong enough to be used as a weapon just in case.  He waited breathlessly for the voice to come out of the darkness.

Capher.



Title: Re: Reunion
Post by: Terra Artemos on August 07, 2005, 10:19:22 AM
Terra slowly moves towards the camp where Capher voice had come from, and as she steps into the light of the camps fire she speaks.

"Capher, I understand your caution. A lot has happened since we parted, but I am glad to see you well, we can really use your help."

As she moved closer Terra's strength began to fail her, she stubles slightly as she came close enough to be seen clearly and stops, Coore at her side. Terra even standing still seem unsteady on her feet and only seems to become more so with the passage of time.



'I am grey. All but those like me see only darkness and light, they do not see the grey between them. In this greyness I dwell. I would not wish this fate on any other.'



Title: Re: Reunion
Post by: Capher on August 09, 2005, 04:02:22 AM
Capher watched as a red-haired woman leading a horse walked into the camp, then she spoke

Quote:
Capher, I understand your caution. A lot has happened since we parted, but I am glad to see you well, we can really use your help."


She knows me! She says we parted. Why did we part? And she says we can use his help. Help! What help can I give her? Capher thought.

Suddenly he noticed that she stumbled, but righted herself, on sheer will alone.  Capher could see that she needed rest.

Capher, throwing caution aside, ran to her side, and took her arm. "Here, lean on me and I will take you to the fire.  We have some food and drink."  Capher motioned to Ta'las to take her horse.

Ta'las ran and grabbed the reins of the horse and then let out a yell. "Capher she is not alone. I see another with her." His hand upon the pommel of his sword, ready to draw it.

Capher turned around and shouted, "Whoever you are come out of the darkness and let us see you. We mean no harm to you if you are friend.  But if you are foe, then you have made a wrong choice.  Go and leave, for my friends steel is very aharp and he knows how to use it very well."

Capher looked into the red-haired woman's eyes. "Do you know who is out there?  Is it friend or foe?" He asked gently, but with conviction in his voice.

Capher.



Title: Re: Reunion
Post by: Aueniteri on August 09, 2005, 06:03:22 AM
'Teri approached with only light hesitation, her hand on the pommel of her own blade. "As do I, but I feel it would be preferrable to us both were it not necessary."


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Silence! You could give your excuses until Injèrá hides her head from all Santharia, but it will never preserve your life.
I have so sworn...



Title: Re: Reunion
Post by: Ta'lia of the Seven Jewels on August 09, 2005, 07:41:22 AM
Lieofin

Lieofin follows the two women, cautiously, but close enough to be of help, should any danger arise. He stays in the shade of the last trees, ready to use his magic if needed.

The man Lady Terra obviously knows, comes to her help when her exhausted forces leave her, even her horse doesn‘t protest, when this his companion takes the reigns, though it doesn‘t allow to be led away.

Though the man with the sword draws Lieofins interest as well - he rides such an animal like the injured woman lying in Aer‘Ylferian,  his attention is fully directed to this man, Lady Terra has called Capher.

Capher, an old name. A name for a mighty being, a being more of myth than a being of the present time, though, said to live for ever - or at least for ages.
But Capher was as well the name of the person who hired all these people to fight an arising evil , who vanished. And the burned woman had belonged to this group.


This old man doesn‘t look mighty, but something is around, a presence not encountered often. Lieofins Oh‘mod‘al is not as well developed as Kurrun‘s, but he feels, that there is more than just an old man.

Lieofin‘s hands are trembling. He remains under the trees, not hidden, but not easily visible either. Something is here not as it should be. Why was Lady Artemos driven to this place? He would observe - and act, if needed - and hopefully be successful as last time. But last time he had the help of all magic the quallian could offer, this time he is alone.

***Astropic of the day***
"For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path   that may have heart. There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length. And there I travel looking, looking, breathlessly. ~Don Juan"

Edited by: Talia Sturmwind  at: 8/10/05 18:59


Title: Re: Reunion
Post by: Capher on August 10, 2005, 01:02:22 AM
Capher heard another voice speak. It sounded like a female as well.  It stated that it too had steel, like Ta'las but preferred not to use it.  Sensible, Capher thought.  He motioned to Ta'las to back off and Ta'las took the reins of the horse and gently talked to the animal.  The animal responded and walked with him.

Capher then said a bit more gently, "You seem to be more in control than your friend here.  Come out into the light so that we can see you.  You already know my name, my companion's name is Ta'las and he is a Shendar warrior."

Capher paused as he still held onto the red-haired woman.  He took a quick glance at her face; she seemed so familiar, but Capher could feel such...pain...loneliness...her will was strong...but she fought demons...demons of her past.  How Capher knew or felt all of this he did not know, he just knew he did and he knew he could help her, but how?  

The how always came back.  He knew he could do many things: such as shapeshift, but he would never tell anyone that.  They would probably kill him on the spot.  But he knew that he possessed power, but he did not know how to...channel it? Use it? Or even how he got it? It confused him.  But each time he found a bit of the puzzle.  The flute was one.  This woman seems to be another.  Soon Capher thought all of the pieces will fall in and he will finally find out who he was.  Of course there was always that voice that would come and go...suddenly.  Is that also part of the puzzle?  And this Talia, would she also be part of the puzzle?  And what about the rest? Ta'las, this woman who seemed to be traveling with the red-haired woman.  And then there was....

Suddenly Capher felt another presence, hiding amongst the shadow of the trees.  It seemed that whenever Capher was the calmest, his power or powers would manifest itself in ways even he did not understand.  But he knew there was someone else out there...and that someone also possessed...power?

Capher's eyes narrowed and he peered into the shadow of night trying to see if he could see the other one.  His own power led him right to the man...elf?  An elven man with power?  Capher was curious.  He waited and watched for the woman to come out of the shadows and wondered if this elf with power would also come out. Or was he a foe?

Capher.



Title: Re: Reunion
Post by: Terra Artemos on August 10, 2005, 05:29:22 AM
With Caphers aid Terra is steadied for a time, though for a long moment she had not the strength to reply to Caphers quiry. Terra struggles to gather her remaining strength as Teri enters the light announcing her ability to defend herself as well and her will to not have it come to that. With as much strength as she can gather, Terra knows she has not enough strength to call out to Leiofin who still seem to be causiously holding his distance so she addresses Capher only with a note of her weak state evident in her tone.

"Capher, these are allies. Teri, a companion to Talia while she traveled apart from us, and Lieofin, who helped fight off a demon that attacked us.

I need to rest, my strengh is nearly spent, and I will soon loose any ablity to support myself."



'I am grey. All but those like me see only darkness and light, they do not see the grey between them. In this greyness I dwell. I would not wish this fate on any other.'



Title: Re: Reunion
Post by: Capher on August 11, 2005, 12:52:22 AM
Quote:
"Capher, these are allies. Teri, a companion to Talia while she traveled apart from us, and Lieofin, who helped fight off a demon that attacked us.

I need to rest, my strengh is nearly spent, and I will soon loose any ablity to support myself."


Capher's eyes widened as he heard the red-haired woman speak so familiarily to him.  "Here let me gently lay you down upon this blanket, near the fire."

Capher looked around calmly, "Teri and Lieofin, if what this young woman says is true then please come and warm your selves.  We have food and drink, both for you and your mounts.  I must tend to her."  He said as he looked at the red-haired woman.  "And who are you?"  He asked as he took a flask of water and put it to the woman's lips.  "Here, drink." He said gently, holding her as he would a child.

Ta'las  When Ta'las heard Talia's name he whirled around. "Did you say Talia?  I am searching for one of my kind named Talia.  Do you know where she is?"  He asked excitedly to anyone who would answer him as he waited for these companions of this red-haired woman; Teri and Lieofin, to come into the camp.

Capher.



Title: Re: Reunion
Post by: Ta'lia of the Seven Jewels on August 11, 2005, 04:04:22 AM
Lieofin


Lieofin, normally knowing very well what to do at which time, normally being very calm and considerate, is agitated and concerned about this old man. He feels a presence, a magic power which exceeds all he has ever encountered and knows only from stories told by older and even more experienced members of his tribe. But this old man doesn‘t act like one would expect from somebody so mighty. In contrary, he seems to be an old chap who lost his memory, doesn‘t even know Lady Terra, who obviously is very familiar with him. He has to be the one who hired the group back then in this tavern place. Why doesn‘t he know her then? The world seems more unhinged than all are assuming with a demon appearing in the middle of the Quallian.  

Now that his presence is known, he steps out of the shadows of the trees near the fire, still cautiously watching the man named Capher though.

When the Shendar is asking him if he knows the burned woman, he decides to give some information away, maybe he will get some in return.

“Greetings! I‘m Lieofin from the Quallian and I accompany these Ladies .

Turning to the Shendar he answers his question.

“Yes, indeed, there is a woman with this name and from your tribe currently in one of our towns. Do you know her? And why do you ask for her?“  

He doesn‘t bother to answer Capher's question. It is up to Lady Terra to reveal who she is. That is a strange encounter, when one person seems to be very familiar with the other and this very person doesn‘t know her!


***Astropic of the day***
"For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path   that may have heart. There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length. And there I travel looking, looking, breathlessly. ~Don Juan"



Title: Re: Reunion
Post by: Terra Artemos on August 11, 2005, 06:20:22 AM
Capher gently eases Terra down on a blanket layed out by the fire. Terra feels comfort at seeing him again in his kind an gentle manner, since he had turned into a demon then dissapeared Terra had worried for him, and hoped his mind would become well again. When Capher asks who she is Terra comes to know that he had forgotten much, and ghosts of sympathy cross her tired features knowing all too well how a horrible experiance could steal away ones memory. When Capher presses a water flask to her lips in offer of a drink Terra takes a few gentle sips before shrugging it away so she could speak, then speaks softly trying to conserve what little strength she had left.

"You have forgotten, I understand. You once knew my name to be Terra Artemos."

Her voice is so soft and weak that it is only likely audible to Capher, then before she can say more she drifts off into a deep sleep, her energy spent and will alone not being able to keep her awake.



'I am grey. All but those like me see only darkness and light, they do not see the grey between them. In this greyness I dwell. I would not wish this fate on any other.'



Title: Re: Reunion
Post by: Aueniteri on August 11, 2005, 07:43:22 AM
Aueniteri, oddly enough, feels somehow secure standing here. Granted, mistrust runs deep through this group, and troubles greater than themselves await outside, but each of them, she determines as she looks them over, from the Shendar, to the old man, Capher, to the red-haired woman, Terra, to even the elf Lieofin, is of a pure heart; sincere folk who would more willingly sacrifice themselves than see a stranger fall. A ancient tension, for just a moment, relaxes, and a pleasant smile overtakes her as her eyes get lightly misty. Although no tears fall, she feels her emotion is probably obvious.

To the Shendar, she relieves herself of her a piece of the burden, confiding aloud, and thus to them all, "I should introduce myself as Aueniteri. I met Talia, with a masked elf that called herself Shati at this very spot, some days ago. That night, we were attacked by the demon, and thanks due to the power of Talia's blade, we escaped alive. Riding hard, we reached the Quallian not long after, and there we together fought off some fool assassin, whom I feel was after us only for curiousity. Together, we faced the demon again, who possessed a Ylferrhim fire mage, and thanks to our friend Lieofin here, escaped alive. Talia, however, is badly burned; the demon seemed focused on her. Narrowly avoiding death yet, she is now safe in the hands of honest Ylferrhim healers, in Aer'Ylferim."

For a while now she is silent, wondering if she has spoken too much. Granted, this could be their doom, but something was... right about these people. No one else could have heard, or at least anyone that would have cared, and to keep secrets from them all would be counter-productive. The story Lieofin knew anyway, and these other two had no one else to answer to, or at least so it seemed.


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Silence! You could give your excuses until Injèrá hides her head from all Santharia, but it will never preserve your life.
I have so sworn...



Title: Re: Reunion
Post by: Talas Anthavin on August 11, 2005, 01:02:22 PM
Ta’las relaxes when Auniteri and Lieofin explain that Talia’s wounds are being tended to.  “I am glad to hear that Talia is safe.  And I expect that her Aj’nuvic is difficult to control, though it will help the healing process to have her bondmate nearby.”

“Auniteri, Lieofin – I must apologize for my earlier rudeness.  I was unsure who or what to expect we might encounter here in the darkness.”  He offers them a short bow and smiles, “it is good to meet you, friends of Talia Sturmwind.”

“As my companion has mentioned, I am Ta’las, son of An’thavin, of the Shen-Kha'si.”  He pauses, wondering how to present his story, and decides to get to the point.  “I am here because our priestess – my mother-sister to be exact - has shown me a vision of Talia burning, and told that I could find her in the city of Aer'Ylferian.  I was bid to find her, that my presence could be of some help to her during the healing and that I could be of help to her.”

The Shendar glances over at his travelling companion.  They called him Capher, Talas muses.  The name sounds foreign to him, but it suits the old man.  “It seems as though we will have a guide to bring us to Talia after all, my friend.  And I can now start calling you by your name.”  Then he smirks and adds, “unless you would like me to keep calling you ‘old man’.”

Ta'las



Title: Re: Reunion
Post by: Capher on August 12, 2005, 12:40:22 AM
Capher leaned close as the red-haired woman spoke after taking a few drops of water.  She called herself Terra Artemos.  The name sounded familiar and as Capher whispered it upon his lips a vision shook him of Terra comming into view: They were in a desert inn, she was talking to him telling him her name and that she was a Sophronian Warrior.  There were others around them. A man who called himself, Koldar, knight of the moonlight, and one who called herself Talia, a Shendar Warrior with some healing background.  They were looking at a map of a city and talking about a green gem.

Then as suddenly as the vision appeared it vanished, especially when one of the traveling companions of Terra spoke.  She called herself Auniteri.  Capher listened closely to her story and as soon as she said something about a demon another vision shook him. He trembled violently as he saw people, sailors? being vanguished and torn apart by him.  Then he turned upon his friends; Terra, Koldar, Talia, and he cried out loud, "No I will not do it" and he jumped into the sea.  The vision vanished and Capher found himself sweating, trembling and with a wild eyed look upon his face.  Could he be the demon that attacked these around him now? And they do not know it?

Capher gently looked at Terra's face, that had now fallen into a deep repose.  He felt no animosity toward her. Then he remembered that Auniteri said the demon took over a fire mage and it seemed like his attack was focused upon Talia.  Is that who I am after? Talia?  To kill her?

He shook his head violently and was tore from his thoughts by Ta'las asking him if he should call him "Capher" or would he prefer "Old man" instead.  Capher wild eyed, cried out, "Leave.  I must leave. I may endanger you all.  I must think.  Too much happening!  To fast!"

And then he leaped liked an animal into the surrounding forest and disappeared.  Not long afterward, a wolf's howl could be heard.

Capher.



Title: Re: Reunion
Post by: Ta'lia of the Seven Jewels on August 12, 2005, 06:11:22 AM
Lieofin



Capher, this old man, worries Lieofin. He has observed him closely in these last minutes, and he has noticed his sweating, his reaction to the names. And now this:

"Leave. I must leave. I may endanger you all. I must think. Too much happening! To fast!"

What is happening too fast? Why could this man be a danger for them? Lieofin is about to follow the old man into the forest - but then he hears a wolf howl - and he remembers, that Lady Artemos has told them, that this Capher is a shapeshifter. A shapeshifter - such a rare kind. What might be his true form - the wolf - possible not - the human? That is not sure either. Lieofin tries to think back what he has heard as a child about this rare „race“, but he can‘t recall anything. Time to get back to the Quallian and tell the elder about the news. But tonight they have to stay here. Lady Artemos is not able to travel.

Another night without sleep, but that is not a problem for somebody like Lieofin, who's raining as a high ranked magic user allows him to postpone his need for rest - for some time. So he offers to the group:

If you like to get some rest, I will stay up and look out for any unusual .. events. Don‘t fear anything, my magic is strong enough to protect you from most common evil. But stay here.


„Common evil“ - hopefully if an evil should show - it is common.

***Astropic of the day***
"For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path   that may have heart. There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length. And there I travel looking, looking, breathlessly. ~Don Juan"



Title: Re: Reunion
Post by: Talas Anthavin on August 12, 2005, 10:52:22 AM
Ta'las nods to the elf.  "Thank you Lieofin.  We have travelled far the last few days, and we have slept fitfully at best, being only the three of us."

He glances off into the woods where Capher ran off and grimaces.  "That one is strange, though in his most lucid moments he is a good travelling companion.  Perhaps he is dangerous, though I fear he is most dangerous to himself."  Ta'las shrugs and looks back at the newcomers.

He smiles and opens his pack.  "I see that your friend is asleep, but have you two eaten?  I have enough to share for some time, if you wish.  Otherwise, I will accept your offer and rest."

Ta'las

Edited by: Talas Anthavin at: 8/12/05 15:30


Title: Re: Reunion
Post by: Capher on August 13, 2005, 02:03:22 AM
Capher was soon joined by other wolves who lifted their muzzles to the moon and howled.  Capher felt safe amongst them, yet also very very alone.  He knew that he was not a wolf, but he suspected he was not human either.  Was he a demon in disguise.  Did he attack this Talia and her group of friends.  Was it him?  His visions told him that at one time he had turned into a demon and had killed...most viciously.  He ran farther into the woods away from the other wolves.  He needed to think and their howling distracted him.  He was missing something...something very important.

He soon came across a small brook and began to lap at the cool water.  He stared down in the water.  The moon was full and very bright.  It made the water like a mirror and he looked at himself.  He was unlike the other wolves; his fur was white, even a burnished white, silvery in color and it shone, like it was almost on fire.  He sat back upon his haunches and calmed himself.  

Soon his mind began to go into itself.  He went further back.  Images of the past few days fleetingly flew by.  Then came images of a ship, towns, of a desert, of companions, he focused on them one by one: Koldar, Knight of the Moonlight.  A man who fought evil.  But was his friend.  If Koldar fought evil, then he should have fought him, but the images were of comradrieship.  

Then came Terra; again the same feeling.  She was a warrior, but her soul had seen many atrocities and she seemed lost.  He felt as if he could help her.  

Then came Talia; a Shendar warrior, who carried something, something of great power, that she did not even know.  But, somehow he knew.  The vision of the sword holding back the fire, blazed into his mind.  Of course it is the sword.  Her sword carries much power, but her heart is even more powerful, for it is a kind heart; much like Ta'las's.

More images came unbidden into his mind, they came faster now.  A green looking female elf, a brownie, ret brownies, and then a large, fist sized green gem.  The gem held great power as well and Capher knew that he needed it.  Many battles were fought over that gem.  Still Capher thought I must go back farther.

His form changed and he was sitting with his robe on upon the dewey grass staring down at the water.  He continued his meditation as he stared at the mirror image of the moon.  Soon images again flooded his mind; images of clouds, mountains, land, seas, oceans, birds.  He realized he was flying.  He could fly?  Then another image began to form; an image of an immense castle, seeming to float on clouds high on top of a mountain peak.  He swooped down for a closer look and could see a man.  He came closer to that man and the man called him. "Capher, I need you. We have a job to do."

Capher wheeled and flew down to the parapet upon which the man stood.  Capher realized he was a huge bird of some sort he looked around himself and then...boom!  He ran into a dark wall, he felt himself tumbling down out of the sky.  He could hear the man call him, "Capher, I need you."   Then he heard another voice, "Capher, you shall not."

"I shall not what?" Capher asked as he righted himself and agian tried to get to the man.

"You and your Wizard will not prevail" The voice said darkly.

Capher flew toward the dark black wall. "I shall prevail!" Capher shouted defiantly and slammed against the black wall. It wavered just a bit, then strengthened.  Capher redoubled his efforts.  Somehow he knew if he could break through all of his questions would be answered.  He slammed into the wall again.  The wall wavered more.  He could hear the man's voice, call out, encouraging him.  "Yes Capher, you can do it."

A wall of fire appeared but Capher just flew right through it and slammed into the black wall, it wavered more and Capher saw it begin to tear.  That encouraged him more, though he was quite exhausted.  A wall of ice appeared and Capher broke his way through that and again slammed into the wall.  It tore, like a piece of fabric and Capher could see daylight beyond.  

He crashed again and again.  Each time whoever was trying to stop him, would throw things in his path; elements of weather, or creatures, even demons and unnamed things from the bottom of Coor's pit.  Capher tore through them all and continued to tear more of that black wall apart.  Huge chunks were now missing and Capher could feel himself becoming stronger each time a chunk would tear away and fall into nothingness.

Finally with one last effort he slammed into the wall.  A voice shrieked hollow as if it was in a far far cave. "No!"  And Capher broke through. The wall suddenly dissapaited and Capher found himself looking down upon the castle once again and the man was standing there calling him.  Capher felt like he was home.  He settled down and looked at the man.  The man's grey eyes were misted and he smiled. "Welcome back Capher."

Capher resumed his human form. "Thank you Master."

A wolf howled and Capher opened his eyes.  The moon had almost disappeared from the sky.  He looked around and noticed that he was back in human form.  But this time he knew who he was.  He was Capher, or the Storyteller, or The White Wolf, or many other names depending upon which culture or race you spoke to.  He was from a race that was born from the tree of Ava.  His parentage led him to the Adamant Dragons.  He was specifically chosen by Seyella, the Goddess of Destiny to help out one man, the man who watched over all of Caelereth to protect it from the evils that would rise once in a while.  That man was Talen, the Wizard of the White Tower.

Capher stood up, his robe was glowing and his eyes were alight with fire and tempered with wisdom.  He knew that the dark wall was just a part of his mind that had been blocked by another powerful wizard, Eckra, and he and his minions, demon or human, were the ones Capher and his friends must ultimately defeat.  If they should lose Caelereth would be plunged into darkness the world has not known since the time ot the War of the Chosen.   He slowly walked back to the camp and soon he was out of the woods and the camp was just a bit further on.  He felt the power of the one standing watch, an elven wizard, one with Quallian. Another ally? Capher thought as he continued toward the camp.

Capher.



Title: Re: Reunion
Post by: Garrek Driel on August 14, 2005, 07:27:22 AM
It was a simple enough situation, really. With the gemstone carefully hidden away on his person, Garrek rode into Aer'Ylferian in all his shining colors, wearing his typical silver robes and maroon-trimmed cloak. Arriving there, he handed the mount into the care of a horse-keeper, and walked away just a few sans richer. Now, he makes his way quickly up the roadways, intentionally walking with a self-certain, careless stride of his human ancestry, not the light spring of an elf. Soon, he enters the structure, where he is met by the rather distraught elven woman.

"Get rid of that ego of yours, Garrek, or you'll have the whole forest down upon our heads!"

Garrek's natural response is to chuckle lightly, but instead he forces out a bellow of a laugh, and responds softly, "Certainly it will, m'lady, it will. But when that time comes, I will be leading them, and what have I to fear from those I lead?"

The elf responds with only a shake of the head, and draws out the blade that Melor deposited there. In a mix of amusement and amazement Garrek watches, uncertain as to exactly what she plans to do with it. "One of your fools dropped past here, told me to put this in your heart."

Garrek raises an eyebrow, and waits. Certainly she's not actually going to kill him with it. It is a human blade, and a well-made one at that. There is something else to it, something he can feel. Like a change in the air, or a light pressure on his skin, almost as if it is defying him ever-so-lightly. "Melor?"

"I don't know their names, and don't really care to. Take it quick before I decide it really is worth my time dimming the color of your robes."

"Why the hostility? That's not by any stretch natural for such a bright, young, pleasant Ylferrhim as yourself."

The elven woman turns to other business as Garrek takes the blade and admires it for a moment before tying it under his cloak with a loose fringe. It will be well hidden there, for most purposes, but also readily available. Heavy it is, but the human walk covers that rather nicely. "It's you, Garrek. I don't see how someone could possibly spend a moment with you and not walk away feeling angry. I invite you to leave."

With a bow, he leaves. Just his fortune, the bow doesn't reveal the blade. With a cheery smile, he walks to the temple. A few friends there could help him identify the mystery behind the itmes he now carries. Besides, someone could have been damaged by the demon, and would logically end up here. Elves are such helpful people.

Of course I have nothing against you personally, but I'm afraid I've told you more than is safe...



Title: Re: Reunion
Post by: Aueniteri on August 17, 2005, 06:47:22 AM
'Teri stirs, disturbed by something, and opens her eyes. Lieofin should have awoken me for the final watch, she thinks, slightly disgruntled. With a light tug, she pulls herself part of the way out of her bedroll, wondering what it was that did awaken her. To be safe, she draws her sword in from her pack where she has lain it. Something, or someone, is missing. Gradually, it returns to her. The old man exploded, it seemed, and ran off wildly into the woods. They'd made Terra as comfortable as possible, and pretended to divide watches up between the three of them, although judging by the way she'd had to insist, she got the distinct feeling they'd never intended on putting her on a watch.

She smiled slowly. Yes, friends they were, even though she would have preferred a little more trust, she had, by some fault she blamed on her human ancestry, given them a distinct feeling that she might not be as dangerous as she pretended. Mostly, this assumption might have been due to her reaction to the old man's sudden outburst. Then again, it might have been also due to her expression regarding unwillingness to fight. Whatever it was, she should have been on watch now, not one of them.


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Silence! You could give your excuses until Injèrá hides her head from all Santharia, but it will never preserve your life.
I have so sworn...



Title: Re: Reunion
Post by: Morcaanan on August 17, 2005, 06:03:22 AM
Jeharaid was shocked at what he had seen; a man who could change form? How could this be?

He stared after the strange figure as it walked away from the side of the stream, an odd purpose now in his gait. Morcaanan followed, filled with insatiable curiosity - a dangerous thing, curiosity is, for it had conquered his momentary fear of the wolves.

He hated wolves; they were like dogs, only more wild and fierce. The old man was moving slowly but would soon be out of sight, and the mercenary picked up his pace to follow.

A low growl to his right made him freeze in mid-stride. He looked around, and there, eyes glowing in the dark, a grey wolf looked at him with an unfriendly gaze. Cursing his stupidity, Morcaanan placed his hand on the hilt of sword and began to draw it, all thoughts of the old man pushed from his mind.

A second growl sounded behind him, and he began to tremble fearfully; two - no, three - no, more than that, they were starting to gather around him, some out of curiosity, others out of annoyance to his intrusion.

Fear welled up in his throat like bile; his hands shook and sweat stood out on his forehead. Why these dog-like creatures? Any other way to die; but not like this. Childhood nightmares flashed before his eyes, and he tried to swallow against the strange thickness in his throat.

'Go away' he projected out at the first wolf as if it could read his thoughts; 'just go away, I don't want to hurt you. Leave me be!'

A wolf knows not how to read minds - but it does know the scent of fear, and it growled all the more, its hackles raised and its teeth bared ferociously. The others of the pack soon began to snarl as well, sensing something wrong with this human.

By now, Jeharaid had cleared his sword from his sheath and held it with a trembling hand. Shaking badly, on the edge of tears in his unnatural terror, he took a step forward.

The first wolf snapped in warning and took a step forward, the others watching but refusing to move.

The will to survive beat very strong in Morcaanan, and he took yet another step.

Again the wolf snapped and stepped forward, making its point very clear: Don't move!

Morcaanan took one more, determined to do something about his situation, sending prayers skyward as he did so.

The wolf repeated his former gesture, now dangerously close to the man.

Like a frightened rabbit, Morcaanan's resolve snapped and he swung out with his sword. Blood and wolf gore spattered from his blade and with a dog-like shriek the wolf perished.

Morcaanan didn't even pause to see if he had killed it - he took to his heels, however useless the action and ran hard straight ahead, unwittingly going for the old man's camp.

He barely took three long strides before something bit into his leg; he screamed and swung around, his sword making a wild but effectual slash at three of the beasts, who howled and fell back, freeing Morcaanan to run again, not even realizing he is hurt.

But his sudden flight and the smell of blood, topped by the deaths of some of their packmates had set the whole group of animals flying after him. He had barely gone another dozen paces when a body hit him from behind and cast him to the ground. Shrieking and screaming, convinced he was about to die a horrible death, Jeharaid rolled over and stabbed up, struggled to his feet and merely swung in a wild fashion at the dark shapes with glowing eyes and hot breath, like some strange apparitions from the Netherworlds that had come to take him down with them into the depths.

His screams and cries mingled with howl of injured wolves rent the night air in a symphony of unnatural sounds produced by this strange battle - a battle he could not win alone.

Edited by: Morcaanan at: 8/16/05 22:08


Title: Re: Reunion
Post by: Capher on August 18, 2005, 12:18:22 AM
Capher was about to step out of the woods when he heard the first snarl.  It did not worry him. probably some animal that my wolven brothers have caught  Then he heard more snarls and realized that the whole wolf pack was gathering.  That concerned him.  He turned around and pushed his mind out into the forest to see what he could see.

It was not far and he saw a figure of a man surrounded by his brothers.  They were snarling at him and the man was drawing a sword. Does not the fool realize that if he would show no fear they would back down and slink away!

Capher started running, just as the man did, he quickly changed form to run more easily in the dense woods. Why was a man in these woods, anyway?  What is his purpose?

Capher heard them attack and the man attacked as well.  He was good with that sword.  He killed or maimed several of his brothers.  But then one of him must have bit him, for the man screamed.  The pack was in a blood frenzy now.  Capher ran faster.  He realized as he almost came upon the man that a huge white wolf would not be the thing that man would want to see.  He stopped and changed form.  He was breathing a bit heavy from the exertion of running. His cloak was aglow with an eerie light emanating from it.

He found the man with some of his brothers on the man and the others ready to pounce.  He waved his hand and the ones attacking the man felt themselves flying through the air.  Capher gently put them on the ground.  "Stay!" He said in wolfish. You shall not harm this man.

The wolves sat down but they did leave. The elder one spoke. "He has killed many of our brethren and others have been cut.  They will not be able to hunt and will also die.  This man thing caused it. We demand justice!".  A chorus of howls joined his.

"No! I said you will not harm this man.  I can not give you justice but I can heal our brothers.  Come here, my brothers." Capher asked in a quiet voice.  Soon out of the darkness many came limping back.  Capher saw that some had wounds that were deep, others had limbs that were almost shorn off.  He shed tears. "This man was afraid.  He knows not our ways."

"Our ways? You hold man above us. We, who treated you as a brother. You are a traitor."

[i"]No, Ironbeard. I am no traitor. But man is one of Ava's creatures just as yourself.  And I am compelled by Seyella to save all creatures if I can. Unless they are evil.  Man thinks you are evil.  You kill their flocks and have even killed them."[/i]

They kill us. They trap us and kill our young. And you expect us to allow them to live! I say they must die!" Ironbeard said defiantly his yellow eyes narrowed.  He made a rush for the mans throat.  Capher just flicked his hand and Ironbeard slammed into an invisible wall and then was thrown back several hundered peds into the forest. I said no! And I mean it.  I will heal our brothers and then I want you all to leave so I can tend to this man."

Another wolf, much older and wiser than his brother Ironbeard spoke in a quiet voice.  He was given much respect. What White Wolf says is truth.  We must learn the ways of the man things.  They outnumber us and if we continue our ways, they will kill us all and then the wolves will have gone the way of White Wolf's ancestors.  And Ava will have lost some more of her children."

Ironbeard slinked back into the circle of wolves. Razorteeth, has spoken wisely.  I have spoken foolishly. I ask for packs forgiveness."

There is no need for that, my friend.  I know that one that died at the hand of this man was your one of your own. I grieve with and for you.  I just hope that my healing the rest can help with your grief."  Capher slowly went to each wolf, touched them and gashes closed, broken limbs healed, torn blood vessels closed and fur covered the wounds.  Soon all of the wounded and maimed were healed.  "Go now my brothers and grieve." Capher said sadly. The wolves silently and quickly disappeared into the night

Capher realized that the man had seen everything.  He probably did not know how to talk wolf, but he could probably guess that a something passed between the wolves and himself.  He could not hide the fact so he decided to just and try and help the man.  As Capher turned to the man he heard the howls of grief of his brothers in the distance.  He looked at the man, "Are you all right? You may put your sword away.  My name is Capher. Let me look at your wound."


Capher.



Title: Re: Reunion
Post by: Morcaanan on August 18, 2005, 01:46:22 AM
To say Morcaanan was shocked would be a poor choice of words indeed, but there is very little in common tongues of Men that can be that descriptive. He had never directly seen such power put into action before, and the pain of his scratches and bite momentarily faded.

That this "Capher" could communicate with these beasts was obvious. He reflected that he was someone who could change his form - he had heard of only a few creatures in the world in legends capable of such things.

The man had introduced himself, and offered to tend his wound. Morcaanan attempted to gather his wayward thoughts through the haze of fading terror and surprise.

"M-M-Morcaanan" he offered weakly. He realized he was trembling and sucked in a breath. "How - " he cut the question short and tried to stand. "I-I, I mean, thank you." He felt a sharp pain where the wolfs teeth had sank in, but didn't think it was too serious. Nevertheless, he was little hesitant to let this stranger examine him, still unsure what he was facing; on the other hand, the man (or whatever he was) had saved his life, and could probably have killed him very easily if he had wanted to. Morcaanan relented and gestured at his leg, indicating that as the place of his real hurt.

Edited by: Morcaanan at: 8/17/05 17:48


Title: Re: Reunion
Post by: Aueniteri on August 18, 2005, 05:03:22 AM
'Teri finally pulls herself to a full sitting position, and eventually stands. As she is making her sword and its sheath again part of her attire, a scream makes itself heard, even so far as to the camp. Quickly, she glances about, uncertain as to what the noise might have been. Two impulses tear at her now. One is the curiousity, the desire to discover what or who it might have been, the other a force of self-preservation. Gradually, after some serious arguing silently with herself, she concludes that she is safer with the group, and remains where she has stood, looking around at her companions and again in the direction the sound came from.

Lieofin is taking watch, or at least, he should have been taking watch, but the mage is focusing, delving into the icy depths of his power deeply enough that the sound brings him to the surface of his mind without his really knowing what happened. He simply raises a questioning glance at 'Teri, silently inquiring why she has arisen. 'Teri softly and quickly responds, in Styrash, "I must be off for a moment. I'll return."

Lieofin is about to ask more, but sudden implications in her manner inform him that it's probably something he doesn't want to know. After calculating the recent events, he acknowledges that it must have been 'Teri that awoke him, and takes to his post, carefully scanning not only with his physical senses, but with his oh'mod'hal, as well.

'Teri shakes her head as she steps out of the campsite. At least, she hadn't intended on leaving the camp, but there was no arguing now with the fact that she had just stepped out, and with that in mind, she may as well see what it was. She begins by walking quickly before she spots vaguely what must be the mingling of the tracks of a man and a wolf. Curious, she notes. How could a man and a wolf be following the same trail? Now, there is no satisfying her curiousity except with an answer, and she sets out running.

Soon, she slows her pace, a fear sinking slowly into her as she  realizes she has run mindlessly into unknown territory. Still, with each passing step, the situation grows even more interesting, and she continues until she spots something a short distance off. Blood and obvious chaos are the first things she notices, followed shortly by the old man that was at the camp, leaning over someone. She stops there, not daring to move further.


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Silence! You could give your excuses until Injèrá hides her head from all Santharia, but it will never preserve your life.
I have so sworn...

Edited by: Aueniteri at: 8/17/05 21:26


Title: Re: Reunion
Post by: Talas Anthavin on August 18, 2005, 11:37:22 AM
Ta'las stirs and wakes, watching as the one called Auniteri walks out of the camp.  He was not sure, but he thinks he was awoken by shouting out in the forest.  The camp still looks to be in order - Lieofin is watching the camp, and the other lady still sleeps.  He does not wish to split up their group any further, but he fears for Capher, who still has not returned.  The Shendar grabs his sword and rises.

Ta'las nods at the elf and takes the same direction as Auniteri has, following her footprints in the soft earth beneath the trees.  He moves swiftly and quietly, until he reaches the place Auniteri has stopped.

"Greetings, Auniteri," he starts quietly.  "Have you seen where Capher...."  His voice trails off as he spots what has garnered the half-elf's attention.  He sighs, relieved that his friend is not injured.

His attention is drawn to many things in rapid succession.  It appears that Capher is tending to a stranger's wounds.  There is a dead wolf lying on the ground.  And his friend is glowing, as if surrounded by an aura of magic.  

"It seems I did not need to concern myself with my friend's well-being," he says quietly to Auniteri and sheaths his sword.  Ta'las sits on a fallen log and waits to see if his help is needed.

Ta'las

Edited by: Talas Anthavin at: 8/19/05 1:54


Title: Re: Reunion
Post by: Capher on August 19, 2005, 11:25:22 PM
Capher leaned over. "Let me take a look at that leg. Morcaanan. Is that what you said your name was?"  Capher asked as he took a look at the deep wounds and strips of flesh that was tore by the wolf that lay dead not far from them.  Capher then realized his cloak was glowing, actually it was him but is just seemed like his cloak.  And he could see the man stare at him, almost afraid of him. I suppose I would be just a bit wild-eyed myself if I just saw what  happened.

Though Capher sympathized with the man he was not about to go into a long discussion of who and how he could do these things.  He just decided to do it and let the 'chips fall as they may' sort to speak of. And decided to become just the "old man" as Ta'las called him. The glow around him suddenly disappeared and soon they were cloaked in darkness except for a few stray rays of moonlight that trickled through the leafy boughs of the trees above them.  "This wound is more than I can handle. And I can not see to well in this darkness, even with a full moon.  I and some friends have a camp not to far from here.  Let me bandage this wound as best as I can," He reaches under his cloak and tears off a strip of cloth and quickly wraps the cloth around the wound. "That is about as good as I can do.  Here let me help you up and I will help you to the camp."  Capher looked around, sighed, "It is a good thing you are good with that sword and I came along.  Other wise those wolves would have tore you apart.  Actually I think they were more scared of you than you were of them and then I came along and they just seemed to sit and then took off.  Almost like they were thinking it over."  Capher chuckled.  "Funny how animals almost seem human sometimes, is it not?"  Capher asked as he held out his hand and arm to help Morcaanan up from off the ground.

Capher.

Edited by: Capher at: 8/19/05 15:26


Title: Re: Reunion
Post by: Aueniteri on August 20, 2005, 07:10:22 AM
'Teri is startled slightly by the Shendar's appearance, and turns to half face him. Her brows furrow lightly as he speaks her name, and she starts to say something to correct him, but stops. Not like he could pronounce it right, even if he had heard it a hundred times. Humans have a hard time saying elven names naturally, and so, she decides, this should be no surprise. If she told him he'd said it wrong, he would probably come up with any of a hundred other ways to say her name, none of which were right. Finally, she does speak aloud, after glancing at the old man and finally turning her attention on the Shendar, "Please, just call me 'Teri." For some time, she is silent, watching as the old man goes somehow dimmer, at which point she realizes he must have been glowing, and bandaged the man. "I don't believe I know your name."

For a moment it seems rather humorous to her that she is standing off watching someone tend to another person while she simply stands off and watches, chatting idly with another by-stander, but not awkward, strangely enough. In this situation, at least. If called upon, she will help, but until then, everything seems under control.

Still, determined to prove her worth, which she decides she honestly has not yet done at all, she readies herself to assist the fellow in heading to camp as soon as they rise.


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Silence! You could give your excuses until Injèrá hides her head from all Santharia, but it will never preserve your life.
I have so sworn...



Title: Re: Reunion
Post by: Morcaanan on August 20, 2005, 07:00:22 AM
Jeharaid winces as the bandage is place around his leg but is grateful nevertheless.

Still, he could see this old man was trying to soothe his fears and suspicions over, and did not feel very pleased with this. 'What is he hiding? Why?'

He stands, and as he does, another figure becomes visible - a woman, if he is not mistaken.

Nodding to her to acknowledge her presence (still too afraid to trust his own voice), he struggles with his small back to pull out a cleaning rag. He wipes his sword and then sheathes it, slinging the pack back onto his shoulder.

"Thank you" Morcaanan says, looking at neither person directly, a sense of humiliation creeping over him at needing this sort of help. Pride, mixed with a touch a vanity tug at him, and he is tempted to procure a limb from the ground as a rough cane - but ultimately decides against it. These people had and wanted to help him, and to give into his pride would be to insult them and humiliate himself further. He began walking toward the camp at Capher's direction, the old man one side, the woman on the other, each supporting an arm as they make their way along.

Edited by: Morcaanan at: 8/19/05 23:01


Title: Re: Reunion
Post by: Talas Anthavin on August 20, 2005, 01:37:22 PM
Ta'las nods and smiles politely.  "Well met, 'Teri.  I am Ta'las."  There is a pause, after which he grins.  "I too notice my accent produces interesting alterations of names and words that are new to me."

He waits as Capher tends to the stranger, always probing the woods and listening for movement in the darkness.  He follows them back to camp, sword drawn, watching to be sure the wolves do not return.  The Shendar is curious about this stranger, but decides to say nothing until they reach the camp.  

As they enter the campsite, Ta'las sheaths his weapon.  Foremost in his mind is the transformation he has seen in his friend, but he turns his attention to the stranger instead.  Though wounded and alone, the man has accepted their aid with grace.

Ta’las walks around so the stranger can see him, and helps the others ease him onto a comfortable place to rest.  “We are fortunate to have met those we have, Capher.”  Then he nods at the man and offers his hand.  “Greetings, I am Ta’las, son of An’thavin.  Seyella smiles on all of us tonight, I think.”

Ta'las



Title: Re: Reunion
Post by: Morcaanan on August 21, 2005, 06:19:22 AM
Morcaanan takes the Shedar's hand and nods. "Jeharaid Morcaanan" he replied. "Yes, it would seem higher powers are at work this night." He gave a Capher a flickering glance as he said this.

"Who is the leader amongst you?" he asked looking around, the question primarily focused at the Shendar man, though an answer from anyone would do. There was a woman asleep, and an elf off to the side. He glanced at the old man, then Ta'las, and then at the striking young woman who had helped him into the camp. There did not seem to be any obvious sign of leadership - and wondered if he should feel relaxed or concerned by this apparent lack of authority.



Edited by: Morcaanan at: 8/20/05 22:22


Title: Re: Reunion
Post by: Aueniteri on August 21, 2005, 07:48:22 AM
'Teri thinks the question over well, but comes up empty-handed, so to speak. Each one of them obviously played a fairly important part, except possibly 'Teri herself, and a clear leader could not be decided. However, as it had been by Terra's initiative that three out of five of them came, 'Teri's eyes finally rested on the sleeping figure, but she said nothing.


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Silence! You could give your excuses until Injèrá hides her head from all Santharia, but it will never preserve your life.
I have so sworn...



Title: Re: Reunion
Post by: Ta'lia of the Seven Jewels on August 21, 2005, 11:16:22 PM
Lieofin

Lieofin has watched the happening from afar. Though he couldn‘t directly see, what had happened not far away from the camp, his magical abilities had allowed him to sense the magic which was performed there. But he couldn‘t feel any danger going out from the old man, so he didn‘t opose Teri and Ta‘las going to the same place. He isn‘t astonished, when they are coming back with an injured man between them. After he has listened to the conversation for a while, he finally steps forward.


“There is not necessarily need for a leader, if resonable and considerate people travel together, who have a common goal.“

Lieofin goes over to the newcomer, introducing himself with a slight bow:

“May I introduce me, so you can rest well for what is left of the night. I‘m Lieofin from the Quallian, and leader of these people here, but only what the right path through the wilderness concerns. Tomorrow we will return to the Quallian, and you are invited to join us. There your wounds can be tended, if there is no other option.“

Saying the last words, he looks questioning to Capher, but doesn‘t expect an answer.

„Do you have any questions, otherwise we should try to get some sleep till InjŹrá rises again. I will keep watch for the rest of the night.“

***Astropic of the day***
"For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path   that may have heart. There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length. And there I travel looking, looking, breathlessly. ~Don Juan"



Title: Re: Reunion
Post by: Talas Anthavin on August 22, 2005, 09:49:22 AM
Ta'las is thankful for Lieofin's interjection into the conversation, not having known who led the party they met up with.  The Shendar smiles at the newcomer.  "As Lieofin has said, we are of common purpose.  And for what it is worth, this is likely the safest place to be without travelling some distance."

“Good evening, Jeharaid Morcaanan.”  With that, the Shendar returns to his bedroll and drops down, leaving his sword close at hand, and falls into a light sleep almost immediately.

Ta'las



Title: Re: Reunion
Post by: Capher on August 23, 2005, 12:01:22 AM
Capher was surprised to see a young woman with elven descent and Ta'las arise from the forest, like shadows, and then with the young woman on one side and Ta'las protecting their backs they made it to the camp. Capher wondered what if anything Ta'las and the young woman had seen?  How long had they been there?  He should have been more careful, but there had not been time, had there?  Oh, well, if I just continue my course then maybe they will forget it...in time.

When they entered the camp, introductions were made and Capher found out the young woman's name was Teri, though Capher did not think that was her true name.  The elder elf's name was Lieofin.  He possessed magic.  When Morcaanan asked who was the leader of this group, Capher almost spoke up, hesitated, and then Lieofin spoke up and it seemed like he was the leader.  Though he knew that Terra, laying upon the blanket sleeping, resting was probably the true leader of, at least this group.   Capher nodded his assent at the suggestion of trying to get some sleep and then head out at dawn for the Quallian and some help for Morcaanan.  

Capher could heal the young man easily enough, but that would cause him to use magic and for some reason he did not want to use it...yet.  Let the elder elf use it.  They all seemn except for Morcaanan, to accept the fact that he is a magician. So Capher assented to Lieofin's authority.

He turned to Lieofin, "You are wise. Wiser than most I think. I think we shall all do as you suggest and get some sleep. I, for one, have had a very interesting, yet tiring, day and now night. So if you will excuse me I will join my young friend there in some needed rest. Tomorrow, I believe may even bring on more interesting revelations."  Capher wondered why Lieofin did not offer to heal Morcaanan with his magic.  Maybe, he is not as skilled as I think he is?  Capher peered at Lieofin and sensed the man's magical possibilities and potential and was quite astonished at what he found. Capher released his gaze from the man and then proceeded to Desert Rose.
 
Capher took his small pack from Desert Rose, went a few peds from the fire and group, laid down his bedroll, laid down and closed his eyes.  His ears however were wide open and very attentive.

Capher.



Title: Re: Reunion
Post by: Morcaanan on August 23, 2005, 03:37:22 AM
The suggestion for rest was accepted by all, including Morcaanan; he was full of questions and gratitude, but all of that could wait. Easing himself gently into a reclining position, he nodded cordially at the elvish girl and made to shut his eyes and rest, using his lumpy pack as a pillow.

It was not easy however; his body was in pain and his mind was in turmoil. Eventually, he passed into a light and fitful slumber, his hand curled around his sword hilt, his dreams filled with howls and barks until the light of Inthadin shone on the world again.





Title: Re: Reunion
Post by: Aueniteri on August 23, 2005, 03:37:22 AM
'Teri also retires to her bed, but finds herself simply sitting atop it, devoid of any desire to rest more. It must be at least three hours until sunrise, and some of them were obviously very anxious to sleep. This, she concludes, is only more proof of her complete lack of uselesness. She smiles at the thought, musing at how it seems almost self-pitying, although she honestly doesn't feel bad about the fact. Eventually, she stands, and after pacing a short time around her own stuff, finds her eyes wandering to the newcomer. His position is makeshift, and obviously not comfortable. Then, with a sudden stroke of thought, she turns to her own bedding. Granted, it's probably not what he's used to, being of elven make and all, but he would certainly be more comfortable if he had a least a better pillow.

With determination, she rolls her bedding up, ties it tightly, and steps lightly over to him. Gently she puts a hand under his head, lifting it slightly, and begins to replace his pack with her bedroll using her free hand.


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Silence! You could give your excuses until Injèrá hides her head from all Santharia, but it will never preserve your life.
I have so sworn...

Edited by: Aueniteri at: 8/22/05 20:49


Title: Re: Reunion
Post by: Morcaanan on August 23, 2005, 05:16:22 AM
Howling, barking...yelping, slavering...get away!! Leave me alone!!

In that brief moment between waking and sleep, dreams and reality often blend in frightening ways. The touch on his head...jaws, teeth, no!

His free hand snaked up and sought purchase on flesh, his sword winging upwards in a flight of silent death as he prepared to slay his attacker.

He blinked with surprise - the elvish girl. What was she doing?
Suspicion clouded his eyes and he glared at her in silence; it was not readily reinforced by the sight of his pack in her hand.

But the feeling passed quickly and he noticed what else was there; a bedroll, wrapped into a tight but comfortable looking bundle.

He winced as he suddenly realized what she was trying to do and felt ashamed of his fear; had it been so long since he could trust others?

He released her and put his sword down, taking her hand - which seemed to have frozen in place to the back of his head in her surpise - into his own.

"Thank you" he whispered quietly. "But it was not necessary."
Now fully awake, he wonders if he can sleep at all; but, not wishing to offend, smiles and takes her bedroll.

"I am most grateful mi'lady. But, should you not be sleeping as well?"





Title: Re: Reunion
Post by: Aueniteri on August 23, 2005, 04:37:22 AM
'Teri simply remains kneeling over him until her senses return and her heart rate slows. Quite possibly, that is the closest she has ever put herself to death. Finally, when she is no longer frozen, she shakes her head."No, I just wanted you to... I mean, I'm not really tired anymore, so I..."

She sits back onto her feet and clasps her hands in her lap, looking from him, to the ground, and finally back to him. "I'm... sorry if I scared you."


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Silence! You could give your excuses until Injèrá hides her head from all Santharia, but it will never preserve your life.
I have so sworn...

Edited by: Aueniteri at: 8/22/05 20:39


Title: Re: Reunion
Post by: Morcaanan on August 23, 2005, 06:12:22 AM
"You need not be. No harm was done."

He sits down across from her and shrugs. "I wasn't sleeping very well anyway; my dreams were not the most pleasant, so either way you have done me a kind favor."


He cocks his head, curiosity flowing from his eyes as they scan her attractive face. "What are these people doing out here, if I may ask? More specifically, why are you out here with them?"





Title: Re: Reunion
Post by: Aueniteri on August 23, 2005, 07:07:22 AM
'Teri glances around at them as she searches for an answer. Finally, she decides to work backwards on his question. It may be the only way she can answer it.

"I mostly got stuck in it rather incidentally. I met a friend of the red-haired woman here, some few days ago, and now she has returned to try and remember something. I'm... not really sure what exactly is going on, but I do know it involves powers greater than I could imagine."


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Silence! You could give your excuses until Injèrá hides her head from all Santharia, but it will never preserve your life.
I have so sworn...



Title: Re: Reunion
Post by: Ta'lia of the Seven Jewels on August 23, 2005, 08:46:22 AM
Lieofin

Nightsbane is about to change to daybreak, when the last finally falls silent, though not all can sleep. The wounded man and the elven woman seem to be awake, or at least, their sleep is not deep, for Lieofin can sense their presence. No wonder, after their short intermezzo.

The Void still obscures Injerá for quite some time, but finally the second hour is to begin, the first birds start their morning songs and Injerá wins her fight with the void slowly. Silently Lieofin rises and tends the fire, sets fresh water to the fire for a morning tea and prepares an quick and easy breakfast with some fruits and bredden flour they brought with them. Finally he throws some cha‘ah leaves in the water, hoping the travellers will wake up without him having to actually wake them or shout around.

***Astropic of the day***
"For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path   that may have heart. There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length. And there I travel looking, looking, breathlessly. ~Don Juan"



Title: Re: Reunion
Post by: Capher on August 23, 2005, 11:26:22 PM
Capher's heard the rustle of someone moving, he opened his eyes but did not move and watched the scene play before him.  Morcannan was very quick with a sword, even wounded and Teri seemed to be a very gently soul.  He could see the two figures close together. They seemed to be talking. And though Capher could have listened in on their conversations he decided not to.

It was not long when he heard the first sign that morning was arriving; the singing of the birds.  Then he saw Lieofin begin to prepare the morning meal and some tea.  Capher arose, walked to Lieofin, "May I ask you some questions, Master Lieofin?" He asked quietly.

Capher.



Title: Re: Reunion
Post by: Ta'lia of the Seven Jewels on August 24, 2005, 02:49:22 AM
Lieofin

Addressed by Capher, Lieofin sets the pan with the fruits and bredden porridge aside and rises from his low position. With a friendly expression he answers:

"Of course. Just ask, I will answer as best as I can!"

***Astropic of the day***
"For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path   that may have heart. There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length. And there I travel looking, looking, breathlessly. ~Don Juan"



Title: Re: Reunion
Post by: Talas Anthavin on August 24, 2005, 05:36:22 AM
Ta'las wakes and quietly goes about eating his morning meal without disturbing the others.  At one point, his rubs his chin, and realizes a thick stubble has grown on his face.  When he is finished, he nods politely to his companions, collects his pack and longsword and walks his Aj'nuvic to the nearby riverbed.  As Desert Rose drinks and grazes on the lush grass, Ta'las washes his face and torso, and shaves.

After his morning ablutions, Ta'las runs through a short series of stretches, fighting stances, guards, and thrusts.  Though he has no opponent to work against, he concentrates on breathing deeply breathing and maintaining balance during his routine.

When the Shendar is finished his exercises, he brushes Desert Rose's soft fur.  "You are looking well today, my friend," he says.  The Aj'nuvic rumbles softly, enjoying Ta'las's ministrations, but stomps his feet once the Shendar is finished.

"Do not be so hasty.  We will be going soon."  The Shendar returns to camp and sits quietly next to Capher.  

Ta'las



Title: Re: Reunion
Post by: Morcaanan on August 24, 2005, 01:01:22 PM
'Teri's lack of knowledge about this little group was slightly disappointing to Morcaanan, but he let it pass. Their speech degenerated into eventual silence. Morcaanan had taken the proffered bedroll and laid down with it propped behind his head, but never slept.

As the camp stirred, he sat up and watched the activity around him, feeling suddenly useless. His eyes trailed over the others, trying to pick out what he could about them.

His glance eventually trailed over to the sleeping woman, and he frowned. If she was a warrior - and the way she dressed, along with he rweapons said she was - why was she sleeping so deeply?

He remembered Teri's statement earlier: powers....

His curiosity had been whetted, but he said and did nothing, content to let events unfold.



Edited by: Morcaanan at: 8/24/05 14:56


Title: Re: Reunion
Post by: Capher on August 24, 2005, 11:31:22 PM
Capher smiled. "Master Lieofin have you ever heard the term, White Wolf before?" He asked quietly as he kept one eye on the others waking up and one eye upon the elder dwarf, his blue one.

Capher.



Title: Re: Reunion
Post by: Ta'lia of the Seven Jewels on August 25, 2005, 04:49:22 AM
Lieofin is a bit surprised about this question. Why does the man ask this - now, after he has done something with the wolf pack? But he doesn‘t know any special meaning to this word - name? - so he answers:

„No, I heard, that there are existing some rare exemplars, but it is nothing which brings a bell to ring. Why are you asking?

***Astropic of the day***
"For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path   that may have heart. There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length. And there I travel looking, looking, breathlessly. ~Don Juan"



Title: Re: Reunion
Post by: Capher on August 26, 2005, 12:02:22 AM
Capher almost sighed an audible sigh of relief. Lieofin did not know who he was.  Which was good or it could be bad, depending upon the circumstances.  He just hoped he would not have to use magic again...at least not for awhile.

Capher shrugged his shoulders, "It is nothing important master Lieofin, just a name.  I assume you know magic, why, then, do you not heal Morcaanan?  Also, if you do not mind all of these questions.  Do you know where Talia is and in what kind of condition she is in?  You see my friend over there, Ta'las, he is on some sort of mission to find her.  And I too would like to see her.  She is an acquaintance of mine and we sort of lost each other a while back and I would dearly love to see her again.  She is as a dear friend, as Terra there is laying on the blanket."  Capher paused as he looked at the sleeping form of Terra then continued, "What happened to her that she is so...so battle worn?"  Capher asked trying to find the right words.  He was also thinking but did not ask And how are you and Terri involved?"  He reached for a tin cup and dipped it into the pot of tea and handed it to Lieofin.  "Here, to keep off the morning chill while you formulate your answers to my questions."  

Capher above all wanted to waylay this elf's suspicions and to make himself as friendly as possible.  If they were to become traveling companions in the future, Capher must have their complete trust. However, he thought wryly, lying to the man is not a very good start.  But, what do I do? It would take days to explain and even then he doubted that anything he said would be believed.  Who would believe in this time of peace, that war was just around the corner.  Eckra was already gathering his forces up north, besides his sending demons and even entering Capher's mind.  Which will never happen again.  Capher found the way Eckra found in and closed it...forever.  How long has it been?  His mission is becoming more desperate and more dangerous!

Capher.



Title: Re: Reunion
Post by: Ta'lia of the Seven Jewels on August 26, 2005, 04:50:22 AM
OOC: Capher, please use present tense! Thanks



Lieofin




Lieofin looks attentively at Capher. What does this strange old strong magic using man want? What are his goals? Does he really think, he will tell a stranger he doesn‘t know everything he asks? Though it seems, that it is the Capher lady Artemos was talking about - but when they met, he didn‘t recognise her. So he answers cautiously:

„Thanks for the tea, Capher. But I don‘t need time to 'formulate‘  my answer, for there will be none. Though Lady Artemos seems to know you and called you by your name, you didn‘t recognise her, you didn‘t even know her name in the beginning. You behaved strange, when you left the camp, I felt, that you used strong magic over there in the forest, but then you don‘t seem to know, that a watermage like me has no healing abilities, if he didn‘t have extra training in this field. So before I answer you any questions, maybe you better tell me, who you are?  But I think it is better, we get back now to the Quallian, you may answer my questions on the way, or at our next  stop. „

With this said, Lieofin puts away the cup and gets up.

Maybe we should wake the ladies, for our way back will be long as well.“

He looks a bit helpless around, hoping that Teri will awake on her own account.

***Astropic of the day***
"For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path   that may have heart. There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length. And there I travel looking, looking, breathlessly. ~Don Juan"

Edited by: Talia Sturmwind  at: 8/25/05 20:52


Title: Re: Reunion
Post by: Capher on August 26, 2005, 11:29:22 PM
Talia OOC, I thought I was, sorry.

Capher is taken aback by what Lieofin told him.  The elder elf knows more than Capher thought. But how?  "Master Lieofin I am shamed at my subterfuge.  I shall tell you all what I know as soon as we arrive at our destination. I shall get ready to leave.  I think the rest will rise as soon as they smell that delicious tea. I take your leave, master Lieofin."

Capher walks over to his small bedroll and quickly ties it up.  He is shaking his head over and over and mumbling to himself. "I knew, I just knew that by lying would not be the way to make friends.  I should have just told the truth in the begininng."  Capher is sad and mad at himself at the same time as he prepares for the trip.

Capher.

Edited by: Aueniteri at: 8/27/05 23:55


Title: Re: Reunion
Post by: Aueniteri on August 28, 2005, 09:49:22 AM
'Teri leaves, having simply ran out of things to say, and sits next to her pack where her bedroll had been. She never got back to sleep, her adrenaline still rushing from nearly having her head severed. For a moment, she wondered if he really would have, but dismisses the thought. No, once he knew what it was, and he had awoken before he'd actually hit her, he had stopped.

With this relief, she lets her mind wander, but it never wanders far, and she seems rather focused until now, as light is starting to penetrate the sky, she stands, and turns to face away from them all. The old man and the elf-mage, Lieofin, engage in a conversation that she chooses to ignore, although it is not easy for her, and she catches some fair pieces of it. As their talking ceases, she turns back  around and looks them all over again, from the still-sleeping Terra to the old man, the Shendar Ta'las, Jeharaid, and Lieofin. Everyone, she decides, has a purpose, but what?

She happened along and was more or less dragged into it by the demon's first - or at least, first to her - appearance. Jeharaid is simply a victim of a wolf attack, although his prowess is obvious. This skill of his is undoubtedly useful, and probably fate has brought him here to use that skill. She, however, she notes to herself, cannot claim even that.

Gradually, a thought dawns on her mind. A horrid, dark idea, but a possibility nonetheless. Could her entire purpose be to drag Garrek into the fray? It seems as though two sides are fighting for something, and so far, the people representing some unseen entity have prevailed. Is it possible, as was evinced by Furchego's hideous transformation, that the opposing power has determined to take a similar strategy?

Quickly, she turns away again and takes a few steps away from where she had been standing. If a being offered Garrek anything he wanted, would he take it? The answer is obvious: Garrek, naturally, believes he can defeat anyone in any manner of mind-test, and if it came to a battle of wit and will, he would gladly accept the challenge, considering the rewards were purported to be massive, and the risk and challenge something he felt himself easily above.

A slow panic takes her, and she dares not look back to the rest of them, for fear they will recognize her fear. The idea answers the questions of the moment, but raises not only the questions, but also, in her mind, the risks of the future. She clasps her hands tightly together in front of her, entertaining the idea that it might be safer for them all were she to simply disappear. Then again, if Garrek were to prove a serious problem, it is always possible that she could distract him, enough, at least, to let them move on.


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Silence! You could give your excuses until Injèrá hides her head from all Santharia, but it will never preserve your life.
I have so sworn...



Title: Re: Reunion
Post by: Talas Anthavin on August 29, 2005, 08:44:22 AM
Ta'las nods as Capher and Lieofin conclude their conversation.  It is definitely time to be going, he thinks.  He notes the contrition in his friend's features and follows him to his bedroll.  He claps Capher on the shoulder and chuckles.  "Your face is too honest, old man."  He grins at Capher before stowing his bedroll away in his pack.

The Shendar then approaches Jeharaid, smiling politely at 'Teri as he passes her.  She seems understandably preoccupied, after what happened last night.  

He stops before the newcomer, "how is your leg feeling this morning, Jeharaid?  We will be leaving shortly for the Quallian, and if you need help getting your things together, I will be happy to be of help."

Ta'las



Title: Re: Reunion
Post by: Morcaanan on August 29, 2005, 10:56:22 AM
Jeharaid had been watching the elvish girl until the Shendar approached him with an offer of assistance and the name of their destination
Morcaanan cocks an eyebrow at this.

"The Quallian? That's an elvish forest is it not?"

He holds up his pack and sword. "I'm usually always ready to be on the move, thank you; what I would think I really need is something to ride - and help getting on it."

It is obvious that these people intended for him to go with them, and he is hardly in a position to disagree. And, well, he owes them a debt, which seems to be getting larger by the moment.

He looks around for 'Teri and notices her standing apart. He watches her for a moment - she seems...tense? Perhaps she has not been to the Quallian either but thinks something awaits her?

He puts the musings aside and slings his pack onto his back; with Ta'las help he stands and buckles his sword belt on, then waits, standing more or less on one foot while waiting for the others.



Edited by: Morcaanan at: 8/29/05 2:56


Title: Re: Reunion
Post by: Capher on August 30, 2005, 12:23:22 AM
Capher was lost in thought when he felt that familiar slap and heard that familiar voice. "Your face is too honest, old man."  Capher smiled.  He was about to reply but Ta'las had already moved along and was heading toward Morcaanan as he did he gave Teri a friendly nod of his head. Capher frowned then, he thought he always held his emotions in check and never showed them.  Maybe he was becoming careless or maybe the fight he had with Eckra over his mind had done something?  Capher hoped it was not serious.

Capher finally saw the young lady as Injera's light slowly broke through the shadows of night.  She was not a full elf, but a half-elf.  She had most of the features of an elf; the slender form, the cheekbones, and small bone structure. She seemed to be lost in deep thought.  Capher wondered if it was because of what she had seen in the forest.  He quickly stowed his pack upon Desert Rose and then walked over to the young lady.  "M'lady. Teri, is it? May I ask what troubles you?"

Capher.

Edited by: Capher at: 8/29/05 16:32


Title: Re: Reunion
Post by: Aueniteri on August 30, 2005, 06:48:22 AM
'Teri blinks lightly, closes her eyes, and turns to the old man, still looking at the ground. Eventually, she opens her eyes and looks up to him, trying her best to remove the apprehension from her face as she does so. "I suppose, but it's... nothing important, I think."


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Silence! You could give your excuses until Injèrá hides her head from all Santharia, but it will never preserve your life.
I have so sworn...



Title: Re: Reunion
Post by: Capher on August 30, 2005, 11:15:22 PM
"I suppose, but it's... nothing important, I think." Capher looked at her eyes and thought differently but he did not argue with the young lady.  He thought of something else that may draw her out. "I have learned in my travels that even the tiniest scrap of information, no matter if it may seem to us as trivial at the time can be very useful and even important to ourselves or even to others...given time and trust.  Sometimes we have to learn to trust others, even if we have just met them and just in case we have not been properly introduced I am called Capher, pronounced Saw-Faire.  I suspect that Teri is not your full name, for you carry elven blood within you.  A most noble bloodline. A bloodline that exceeds even human.  Depend upon that bloodline Teri, for it will guide you more than you think.  I will not press you anymore on this matter until you are ready to speak.  I must see to my friend Terra over there.  So unless you have something you wish to ask or say, I shall take your leave of you for the time being."

Capher noticed that Ta'las had helped Morcaanan to his feet.  He spoke to no one in particular. "It seems our wounded friend is ready to go, we only wait for Terra."

Capher.



Title: Re: Reunion
Post by: Talas Anthavin on August 31, 2005, 03:40:22 AM
Ta'las nods to Morcaanan's initial question.  "Yes, we travel to the elven wood.  One of my people was gravely wounded and is in their care.  I have been bidden to find her and help the elves with her recovery.  These others are companions of hers."  The Shendar feels a brief pang of guilt when he realizes he still has not found Talia Sturmwind, and he hopes she has not succumbed to her injuries.

He smiles at Jeharaid.  "We should be able to find you a place to ride - possibly with 'Teri or Lieofin.  I do not mean to be inhospitable, but my mount," he says with a brief nod at Desert Rose, "tends to jostle his riders about.  Though you are young and strong, it would not do your leg any good."

A though crosses Ta'las's mind as he glances at Jeharaid's tunic.  "I am just wondering.  What has brought you so far from your homeland?   I recognize your manner of dress, though I have only seen a few Korweynites during my time in Bardavos.”

Ta'las



Title: Re: Reunion
Post by: Morcaanan on August 31, 2005, 12:35:22 PM
Having never ridden an Ajnuvic before, Morcaanan decides to take Anthavins word for it.
Jeharaid refrains from pointing out that the smart thing to do would probably be for him to share 'Teri's mount; however, it is not his choice, and he says nothing to avoid being improper.

Talas' question catches him off guard, and his hand reflexively reaches for the star tucked beneath his tunic. Mastering himself quickly he shrugs and replies -

"I had some trouble with my family back home, and had to leave; it would not have done for me to stay, really."

All very true, if not very detailed, but the man was after all, a stranger.





Title: Re: Reunion
Post by: Aueniteri on September 01, 2005, 06:28:22 AM
Stilling the sudden influx of apprehension and the "butterflies" by sheer force of will, 'Teri looks up to him again.

"You are right, about my name. It is Aueniteri," she informed him, carefully anunciating each of the first three letters almost as its own syllable, as is proper.

"I just... 'Teri seems much easier for people to recognize me as." The smallest of smiles forces its way across her lips, raising her countenance just a tiny bit.


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Silence! You could give your excuses until Injèrá hides her head from all Santharia, but it will never preserve your life.
I have so sworn...



Title: Re: Reunion
Post by: Talas Anthavin on September 01, 2005, 10:00:22 AM
Ta'las nods at Jeharaid.  He understands the man's reticence - he is alone and amongst a group of strangers.  "I apologize for prying.  Now is not the time to be speaking," he says, as his thoughts go back to Talia.  He recalls his mother-sister urging him to quickly find the Shendar woman.

"Old man, perhaps you should wake your sleeping friend," he calls to Capher and nods to Terra's sleeping form.  "You have what we came for, and now is time to see to the task of helping Talia.  We must go," he adds, looking at the others.

The Shendar looks at 'Teri.  "If it is not an inconvenience to you, would you be willing to have our new companion ride with you?"

Ta'las



Title: Re: Reunion
Post by: Capher on September 01, 2005, 10:59:22 PM
Quote:
"Old man, perhaps you should wake your sleeping friend," he calls to Capher and nods to Terra's sleeping form. "You have what we came for, and now is time to see to the task of helping Talia. We must go," he adds, looking at the others.


Ta'las's quick short statement and look took Capher away from his conversation from Teri.  He looked caringly at the sleeping form of Terra.  "Teri it shall be then.  My friend, as usual is right.  We must be on our way. Daylight is burning. If you will please excuse me Teri, Capher said smiling back at her, "I will try and wake our warrioress up." Capher then did a small bow and left Teri as Ta'las asked her if she would'nt mind if Morcaanan could ride with her.

Capher walked over to where Terra slept.  He slowly knelt beside her, brushed back a few strands from her face and gently, almost like a mother would speak to a child, said, "Terra, it is time to wake."  Just that small touch and Capher could feel the weariness she carried.  He also felt the deep sorrow and pain she carried as well.  He thought about trying to help her rid her of that sorrow and pain.  But remembered something his Master had told him; "Sometimes Capher it is not wise to ease someone's pain or sorrow.  The pain or sorrow becomes part of them, makes them who they are. If the pain or sorrow makes them a stronger person, then why take that away?"

Capher at first did not understand his Master's words at the time, but after living with humans so many milliea, he has come to understand.  But he could help her with her battle-weariness.  Though, he thought, that the sleep she has received, probably helped her as well.  He took a look around, to see if anyone was watching him closely.  He doubted anyone, except maybe, Lieofin could feel what he did next.

Capher again swept some hair from Terra's face.  He realized that as a warrioress she could awaken very quickly, but her battle worn tiredness would probably keep her at least groggy enough for him to do what he was going to do.  With his fingers slightly touching both sides of Terra's temples, he closed his eyes, calmed his spirit and let a minute piece of his energy flow through Terra's body.  He was done in less than a minute.  He opened his eyes and looked down at Terra and once again said, "Terra, it is time to wake."

Capher.



Title: Re: Reunion
Post by: Terra Artemos on September 02, 2005, 03:06:22 AM
Through the heavy vail of deep sleep a gentle touch and soft voice reaches Terra, though it seems so distant and to her unwoken mind seems little more than a whisper of a dream. When the gentle touch and voice returned it seemes closer, more real, beyond the vail of her sleep. The voice was Capher's, and he wanted her to wake up.

Terra with renewed energy begins to wake, at first only stiring, more alseep than awake, then final her open looking up groggily into Capher familior face. After a few moments Terra props herself up on her arms and tries to stretch away the grogginess as she looks around to gain her barings. The morning had gained a good foothold on the day allowing Terra to see clearly where they had camped, though her gaze passed over the others in the camp her attention was more on the site itself. As the details of the place filtered through, a wave of realization swept over Terra weeping away her grogginess and bringing her to full alertness. Everything is much clearer, and Terra remembers what she had come here to find.

Terra quickly sits up in a position where she could be on her feet very quickly if she needed to, then looks Capher and speaks in cool, level tone.

"Capher, there was a flute here. It was Talia and she claimed it has some magical powers. Now I don't know anything about such things, but perhaps it can help her. We have to find it."



'I am grey. All but those like me see only darkness and light, they do not see the grey between them. In this greyness I dwell. I would not wish this fate on any other.'



Title: Re: Reunion
Post by: Capher on September 02, 2005, 04:10:22 AM
Quote:
"Capher, there was a flute here. It was Talia and she claimed it has some magical powers. Now I don't know anything about such things, but perhaps it can help her. We have to find it."


Capher smiled and pulled the flute from out of his cloak. "Do you mean this one?  I too was drawn to find it. Do you hear the hum?  It is calling us to Talia.  It's magical powers drew us both here and it, along with seeing you, were the catalysts that helped me.

Capher paused as he looked around and then back at Terra.
"I believe our presence is needed elsewhere.  I am sure you have many questions and I too have questions, but I hear and know that Talia is injured more than even the elves know and only certain certain items and myself can bring her back to the land of the living and out of the abyss she has been falling into.  So I think our questions should wait until Talia is on her way to recovery.  Do you agree, my friend?"  Capher asked, already knowing the answer as he thought he knew her heart.  

Capher.

Edited by: Capher at: 9/2/05 17:05


Title: Re: Reunion
Post by: Terra Artemos on September 02, 2005, 07:24:22 AM
Terra watches as Capher smiles and pulls the flute from his cloak, Terra rocognizes it instantly, and relaxes a bit as she nods that the flute he held was the one she came seeking. He then looked around then back to her before speaking again, and asks if she agreed to holding off any more questions till they see to Talia's recovery. Terra comes to her feet noding her agreement.

"We have what I had come seeking, now we must return to her, and see that she recover. There is no time to waist, and I fear my condition may have cost us more time than we have."

Having spoken all she cares to till they are on their way, she turns and makes her to Coor, preparing for the long ride back into the elven forest.



'I am grey. All but those like me see only darkness and light, they do not see the grey between them. In this greyness I dwell. I would not wish this fate on any other.'



Title: Re: Reunion
Post by: Talas Anthavin on September 02, 2005, 11:35:22 AM
Ta'las waits at his mount's side for Capher, looking on as the others prepare themselves for the journey northward.  The morning dew has evaporated off the grass and tree leaves, and the sun is climbing into the clear sky.  He absently strokes his Aj'nuvic's fur as he considers what lies ahead.

He looks over each person in turn, and as he glances at Lieofin, Ta'las considers how fortunate it is they encountered the elf.  Whether it is just coincidence or greater powers at work, the Shendar is uncertain.

When Capher finishes speaking with the wounded woman, the Shendar nods at his friend.  "It is good to be travelling again.  And what good fortune to be in the company of your old friends."  Ta'las holds out his hands to boost Capher up onto Desert Rose.

Ta'las



Title: Re: Reunion
Post by: Capher on September 03, 2005, 02:01:22 AM
Capher smiles at his new found, very optomistic friend. "Yes it is, Ta'las," he says as he takes Ta'las's hand and gets boosted upon Desert Rose's back. "However, the journey, for me at least, has only just begun and I fear there may be more dangers and mysteries that lie ahead.  Once we find Talia. I assume your task will be finished and you will be going home."  Capher said conversationally as he waited for the rest to prepare to leave and for Ta'las to mount Desert Rose.  He looked at the young man and felt that maybe he might not go home after all. A feeling came over him that told him that Ta;las may be going with them.  Why? he did not know.  But he had that feeling and usually that feeling was just the Goddess Seyella telling him something.  The Goddess of Destiny.  Destiny,is what he was thinking about.  The Destiny of all of Caelereth.

Capher.



Title: Re: Reunion
Post by: Aueniteri on September 03, 2005, 06:12:22 AM
'Teri nods to Ta'las, smiling lightly. "It would... I'm, er..." She blushes at her loss of words, and drops her gaze. Why does she have to make mistakes now? "Yes," she finally says in an only barely audible voice, and moves over to her pack, lifting it. Carefully, she avoids looking toward Morcaanan as she secures everything in its proper place before walking determinedly to her mount. She gently readies it for the ride takes the reins and very carefully without looking directly at him, leads the mount to near Jeharaid. Once there, she simply stands silent, her head bowed, uncertain how to begin.

Part of her, which she can only assume is her human instinct, wishes to look at him, to take control, raise him onto the mount and be ready almost instantly, but a stronger force of mind keeps her from even looking at him. This side, which must be her elven heritage, refuses to speak, to open herself to him even to so much as help him onto the horse. This part of her wants to flee, somehow afraid of the fact that she feels drawn to him.


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Silence! You could give your excuses until Injèrá hides her head from all Santharia, but it will never preserve your life.
I have so sworn...



Title: Re: Reunion
Post by: Talas Anthavin on September 03, 2005, 01:41:22 PM
"Going home?" Ta'las asks as he tilts his head to one side.  "It is true, I was bidden to do what I could to help Talia during her recovery - to be a familiar face and voice.  But I have much left to do after that, and my mother-sister - the one who sent me here - told me that her journey might also become mine."

He shakes his head.  "The ways of seers and wizards are confusing to me, but my mother-sister's guidance has proven fruitful in the past.  Besides," he adds with a grin.  "It would not be kind to leave you to face those dangers and mysteries without my help."

The Shendar quickly climbs onto Desert Rose.  "Come then, everyone.  Let us go to Aer'Ylferian."  He pats his Aj'nuvic lightly on the neck, and rubs the fur between his mount's ears, which elicits a throaty rumble from the animal.

Ta'las



Title: Re: Reunion
Post by: Morcaanan on September 04, 2005, 01:05:22 AM
Jeharaid waited, in no reall hurry to mount the horse - the idea of what it might do to his injury was not exactly inviting.

Still, the moment can't be put off forever when 'Teri arrives with the horse. He gets the distinct impression of nervousness from her, like a hunted animal trying to decide whether to stay or bolt for its life.

Morcaanan decides not to make it any worse on her - Inthadin knows he suddenly (and inexplicably) felt slightly nervous himself. He stretches and locks the knee of his wounded leg, then, muttering a soft word to the mount to be still, swings up with an effort onto the animal's back.

Sparks explode in his brain as his wound slaps against the other side of the horse, forcing him to suck in a breath and blink back the sudden moisture in his eyes. He places his pack just in front of himself so that Teri will have more room, and when he feels settled, he turns to look down at 'Teri and offers his hand to pull her up behind him.

"Mi'lady? Are you ready?" he asks quietly.



Edited by: Morcaanan at: 9/3/05 17:06


Title: Re: Reunion
Post by: Ta'lia of the Seven Jewels on September 06, 2005, 07:03:22 AM
Lieofin

If an elf could be impatient, then Lieofin would now adopt this mainly human trait. Finally he says to the group:

„ Erm, I would recommend to start soon and to choose a quick path, for it is a long way to the Quallian and I would prefer to be at its rim, better in Geaf-a-ch'ian this night. “

***Astropic of the day***
"For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path   that may have heart. There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length. And there I travel looking, looking, breathlessly. ~Don Juan"



Title: Re: Reunion
Post by: Talas Anthavin on September 06, 2005, 09:54:22 AM
"Then it will be Geaf-a-ch'ian, Lieofin.  We will follow your lead."  Talas looks around at the group and says, "If everyone is able, we will ride through until darkness falls."  

Without waiting for a response, Ta'las gives a short, sharp whistle to Desert Rose and taps his mount's flanks twice.  The Aj'nuvic starts away quickly after Lieofin.

"Capher, this will be another long day, but for Talia's sake we must.  Please watch Jeharaid carefully, as I fear his wounds are greater than he is showing."  The Shendar blushes a little, uncertain if his friend is aware of how much he witnessed last night, but he decides to say no more.

Ta'las



Title: Re: Reunion
Post by: Terra Artemos on September 06, 2005, 11:11:22 AM
Terra follows Lieofin as he leads them back towards the forest, Ta'las seems to be in agreement with Lieofin, so Terra voices her agreement as well with an addition.

"Then we will aim to be in Geaf-a-ch'ian by nightfall. Lieofin, pick the quickest route, and we should ride quickly till the light fails."

Terra watches the new man sharing Teri's mount, knowing nothing of the man other than he seemed hurt, but not sure if he was in the camp that night when she came apon Capher or not.



'I am grey. All but those like me see only darkness and light, they do not see the grey between them. In this greyness I dwell. I would not wish this fate on any other.'



Title: Re: Reunion
Post by: Capher on September 07, 2005, 12:59:22 AM
Quote:
Capher, this will be another long day, but for Talia's sake we must. Please watch Jeharaid carefully, as I fear his wounds are greater than he is showing"


Capher looked over at Morcaanan and saw that blood was seeping through the bandage that was around his leg.  It was not much, but enough to agree with his Shendar friend.  "Ta'las I will keep an eye upon him, but why ask me.  I am no healer.  I think once we reach the Quallian, then we can take a look at that wound of Morcaanan's. But..."  

Capher stopped as he thought of the looks both Teri and Morcaanan were giving each other.  The laws of human attraction still was a mystery to him.  Though there was that time, when he almost let himself fall for a very lovely young elf woman, though elves are not really young, since their lifespans are much longer, they just look young.  He sighed a deep sigh and then smiled.  

Soon his thoughts turned to Talia and Terra as well as he looked at her and saw that though she was still covering, not healing, her inner wounds, her outer wounds were healing well. His thoughts dwelled upon each of the companions now riding toward the Quallian.  He wondered what condition Talia was in, how he could help, and what lay next in store for them all.  Even Ta'las seemed to be part of this adventure. Seyella, what are you planning?  He thought as they rode fast and hard toward the Quallian.

Capher.



Title: Re: Reunion
Post by: Aueniteri on September 07, 2005, 07:37:22 AM
She looks up at him in surprise as he mounts by himself, nearly stunned. But wasn't he-? She shakes the thought from her mind, and reaching down, collects her bedding, which she attaches to her pack. Carefully packing this on the animal, she accepts his offer, knowing full well that as she does so, she causes him only more discomfort, the knowledge of which nearly bringing tears to her eyes. Now she is facing away from him, and gently takes the reins, nodding to both Capher and Ta'las as she does so, to indicate their readiness.


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Silence! You could give your excuses until Injèrá hides her head from all Santharia, but it will never preserve your life.
I have so sworn...



Title: Re: Reunion
Post by: Morcaanan on September 08, 2005, 05:48:22 AM
Jeharaid is forced to wince as he helps 'Teri up into the saddle. The pain in his leg is not getting any better, and this ride was not going to be the most enjoyable experience of his life.

His discomfort is furthered when the girl makes it obvious that she intends to control the horse; he had not intended this, but...well, it was her mount. Now, he feels suddenly self-concious because of their proximity, and the need to keep his seat on the horse.

'Get a grip' he tells himself mentally, then winces at the thought. Why couldn't he think straight?

He is forced to wipe a light sheen of sweat from his brow and bites his lip. This ride would last all day?

It was going to be a very long ride indeed...





Title: Re: Back in Geaf-a-ch'ian
Post by: Ta'lia of the Seven Jewels on September 08, 2005, 08:00:22 AM
Lieofin

Lieofin looks worried at his riding company. Though Lady Artemos seems better today, he is not sure, if the old man would manage to stay on this desert beast and the wounded man had sweat on his forehead that came from his pain in his leg - not from being hot.

But there was a woman dying in Aer‘ylferian, and so he has no scruples to force the last out of his group. He allows only a few rests, though he sees, that Morcanaan's pain increases and Lady Aueniteri is embarrassed from the closeness to him. Late in the night they arrive exhausted in Geaf-a-ch'ian, where comfortable beds are waiting for them.

But before they even are able to enter their rooms, a young elven woman, Yllfiri is hurrying to Lieofin.

“Lieofin, good that you are back! I was sent to wait for you here, to inform you as soon as you and your group are back, that the Burned  Lady is near death. So if any of her companions want to see her, they should hurry.“

Lieofin sighs, looks at his group and answers Yllfiri:


„ Thank you Yllfiri. Please ride back immediately and tell them, who wants to see her will come three hours after you. It is useless and impossible to go on now, for then they  can‘t be of any help for Sturmwind, if they are so exhausted and tired as now.

Turning to the group he continues:


You may have had the worst ride of your life behind you and you need enough rest now, especially our wounded guest . But we need to go on soon, in about three hours, to Aer‘Ylferian. You have heard, what Yllfiri said. You will get some special soup before we will go, that will help you to reach Aer‘Ylferian tomorrow morning. You have to decide now, who wants to go with me or stay back.“


He looks at them with no sign of tiredness, waiting for their answer.

***Astropic of the day***
"For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path   that may have heart. There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length. And there I travel looking, looking, breathlessly. ~Don Juan"



Title: Re: Back in Geaf-a-ch'ian
Post by: Talas Anthavin on September 08, 2005, 09:35:22 AM
Ta'las is stunned and dismayed by this news, and curses softly.  Before Yllfiri leaves, Ta'las looks at the young elven woman.  "Yllfiri, please forgive my rashness, but I have come from Talia's homeland in search of her.  Can you tell me if her Aj'nuvic is being kept with her?"  He points at Desert Rose so that she knows what he is taking about.

His eyes blaze with intensity as he continues, and he even dares to grasp her forearm.  "If she is not, it is critical for her bondmate to be kept close to her.  It may not make sense for those who do not understand, but this could help keep Talia alive, if only for a short time.  Please, you must see to this."

Ta'las waits until Yllfiri assents to his request, and then turns back to Lieofin.  "I will go, Lieofin.  Both Desert Rose and I are accustomed to long journey's through harsher conditions than this.  We can make this journey, and he will carry another if needed."

He looks hopefully over at Capher, uncertain if the old man is up to the journey.

Ta'las



Title: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: In the Quallian on September 08, 2005, 05:24:22 PM
Yllfiri is surprised at the young mans directness, but then, this Talia seems really ill, and so she agrees to do her best that the animal can be close to her.

She leaves the group after bowing silently to all of them and hurries out into the dark to look for a fresh horse. An old elf tends to the few horses the village possesses.

„Take this one, Yllfiri, it knows the way to Aer‘Ylferian by heart and has a good night sight for a horse. You will be there in a few hours.“

Yllfiri thanks him and rides into the night. After a few hours she reaches Aer‘Ylferian, just about Firstflame. She immediately searches for Siroled, who she knows well - she would never dare to go to Kurrun on her own. Siroled welcomes at once, as if she not has slept despite the night time.

„Siroled, you are awake in the middle of the night?“ Yllfiri asks.

“Yes, I knew that you were coming, and so I woke up. It has to be important, so tell me, why you came back in the middle of the night. Has Lieofin arrived in Geaf-a-ch'ian? And has Lady Artemis found what she was looking for?“

“I don‘t know, I haven‘t talked to them, but they are not alone, there are two men with them, riding on the same beast like the one Talia has. and that is the reason I came to you so quickly. One of the two men who came with this strange beast, said, he is of Talias homelands and that this beast should be near her, for there is a kind of bonding between them....

“That might be difficult, for she is currently high up in a room in the healers tree and moving her might be fatal as well.“

“This Shendar made it very urgent, very important that she is with her beast. He said, it might keep her alive.

“I look after that, Yllfiri, have a rest now, lie down here in my room, over there, I‘ll wake you later. some refreshments are over there as well. Till then, and let‘s hope, that this son of the desert is right!“

Edited by: In the Quallian at: 9/8/05 9:25


Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Capher on September 09, 2005, 02:14:22 AM
Capher listened quietly to the young elven womans words.  He also listened to Ta'las's conversation with the young elven woman and then she took off.  Ta'las looks at him as if to ask if he could continue on.  Capher nodded, "I am not as weak as I look.  I can continue.  Talia is or should be our main objective.  We must get to her soon and fast; as fast as our mounts can carry us."

Capher then turned his face and sent out a thought to Talia.  She was heading farther down the abyss.  He did not know if his thought would reach her, but he still eent it.  "Do not despair, sister of the desert, wielder of the Sword. We are on our way."Not only her AJ, but her dune mouse and even I must be there if we are to draw Talia from her spiral down the abyss of death.  Capher thought.

He then turned back around, look over everyone and told Lieofin, "I believe we are all in agreement.  We go."

Capher.

Edited by: Capher at: 9/8/05 18:17


Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Terra Artemos on September 09, 2005, 04:47:22 AM
After hearing the news, Terra nods in agreement to Caphers statement.

"I do not know why but I am not the slightest bit weary though I should be. I have the vaguest recallection of the oddest sensation just before I woke up, like energy flowing into me through my temples."

Terra shakes her head dismissable.

"It must have just been a dream. I am not ready to stop yet if delaying will cost Talia her life, besides I would be unable to sleep as I am now. I will make it, and only hope by then I am tired enough to sleep."

Terra's gaze moves to Teri, and the new man sharing her mount.

"Teri, perhaps you should stay behind with him, and catch up later."



'I am grey. All but those like me see only darkness and light, they do not see the grey between them. In this greyness I dwell. I would not wish this fate on any other.'



Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Ta'lia of the Seven Jewels on September 09, 2005, 10:15:22 AM
Geaf-i-gian

Lieofin frowns his forehead, what is very unusual for an elf of his age and reputation.

„You will need your strength when arriving in Aer‘Ylferian. so take my advice and rest for a short time. If we should proceed immediately, I would know.“

That said, he leaves them.

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Aer'ylferian:

A woman without name slowly goes, step by step, down the dusty path. She coughs roughly, for the air contains no moisture. She wouldn‘t see much about her surroundings, for there is barely a light, but she doesn‘t even look, but her gaze is directed to her feet, which she sets carefully in front of each other, as if she dares not to make a false step. Suddenly she stops, but her gaze is as forlorn as before, and then she continues to go down into the utter dark, step by step.

Ages pass by, but where time has no name, it doesn‘t exist. So after an endless time, or just a split second, the woman stops again, but her eyes see nothing, and if somebody would be there to look into them - they would find no sign of intellect, nor life. Nor recognition. But there is a change - she stops walking, but sits down on a dusty black bolder beside her path, still staring into the nothingness.

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A lonely desperate beast caresses  with its soft warm lips the quiet face of a motionless lying woman of Shendar origin. If it would be able to shed tears, it would flood the bed the woman is resting on. But so it can show its distress only with a load groan.


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Geaf-i-gian:

Lieofin returns as promised  shortly after three hours. He offers them a special kind of soup, which seems to have an energising effect on all who come with him.

It is still a long ride till Aer‘Ylferian, but with the begin of light thrive, they pass again the blue walls of the capital. And there Kurrun is already there to greet them. Not many words are exchanged, then he leads them to a room at ground level, where Talia rests on a low bed. She looks not as bad as her friends might have thought, the skin of the face seems to heal quickly with the help of elven magic, the hair has started to grow again, but what is frightening is how she lies there - motionless. there is no chest moving up and down, nor any movement is visible in the pale face. She looks  -  dead.  

***Astropic of the day***
"For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path   that may have heart. There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length. And there I travel looking, looking, breathlessly. ~Don Juan"



Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Capher on September 09, 2005, 11:52:22 PM
Capher takes the offered soup graciously and eats it.  He notices the energizing effect almost immediately.  He felt better, better than he had felt for a while. It surprised him.  He thought he was at full capacity, but this soup, raised him even higher; his mental faculties were expanded and tired muscles were full of energy.  And then they were off, led by Lieofin to Aer'ylferian, the Capitol of the Quallian forest.

A older elf met them, words were quickly exchanged between Lieofin and him and then they were led into Talia's room.  Capher saw immediately that Talia was so close to death, that Queprur's ghostly riders were already circling the room, ready to take Talia's soul to her.  He waved his arm around the room and said, "Begone, this one is not yet ready for your Mistress."

Capher did not care whether or not anyone else could see the riders or not his only concern was Talia, herself.  He quickly knelt beside her and placed his head upon her chest.  Her heart was barely beating, but it was beating. Then he placed his fingers against her temples and let himself go into her mind.  He was blocked by a dark wall.  

He looked up and saw for the first time the elven healer.  "You have taken good care of her.  Her skin heals, Her hair grows. But it is her mind and heart that needs healing now.

He then looks up and sees the rest of the party, as if for the first time.  "Ta'las you said that Talia needs to be with her AJ, well we cannot bring the animal up here, so we must bring her down to it.  Also, I recall a dune mouse that Talia carried around. Does anyone know where he or she is?  All of these items, and anything else anyone of you can think of, that was personal to her; whether it be object or something she revealed to only you will be needed to bring her back from death's abyss. Does anyone know where her AJ is?" He asks.

Capher realized that he had taken control, without asking permission from others in the party or the elven healers.  He could already hear the questions, but he did not care, his main concern right now was Talia.  She had slipped down so far into death's abyss, that not even Capher knew if she could be brought back out.

Capher.

Edited by: Capher at: 9/10/05 17:52


Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Talas Anthavin on September 10, 2005, 04:27:22 AM
The Shendar steps close to Capher and Talia and places a hand on his friend's shoulder.   Ta'las chuckles softly at Capher and smiles wistfully.  "Her Aj'nuvic is here, old man," he says as he points to Swift standing in the shadows in corner of the room.  "Your mind is so focussed on your task, that I fear you overlooked her."  The Shendar whistles softly and beckons the Aj'nuvic, hoping the creature will come to its bondmate despite the presence of strangers.

"I am not a healer or wizard, Capher, and as you've said her heart and mind need healing.  My mother-sister told me the only thing I could do to help her was to be a familiar presence and give her courage."

"I will speak to her, and perhaps the presence of her Aj'nuvic and her dunemouse will help, but you must help her, Capher."  Ta'las then sits down next to the wounded woman, across from Capher to allow his friend room to work.  

For the first time since encountering the group, Ta’las speaks in the soulful language of the Shendar.  “Talia Sturmwind, if that is truly who you are, you will know this tale, and perhaps will remember yourself."  He gently holds her hand and continues.  "This is the story of how Baveras brought life to the shifting sands of our homeland, her greatest gift to the Shendar."

"Eons ago, when the gods still walked the earth as children compared to what they are now, and the lands were not yet finished, Baveras looked at the seas she had created and the animals that lived within.  She took great joy in the sputtering wells of Sarvonia and the rushing waters of Nybelmar  and the lakes of Aeruillin that glittered beneath Injèrá's light.  Baveras was very pleased with what she saw, until her sight fell on the southern lands of the Sarvonian continent…

…and what she saw made her heart bleed..."




Adopted from “How Baveras Brought Water to the Desert” in the Shendar Book of Myths, by Talia Sturmwind, Firewyre and Others

Ta'las

Edited by: Talas Anthavin at: 9/10/05 2:21


Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Terra Artemos on September 10, 2005, 06:40:22 AM
Seeing that Talia's body is mending seemed promising, but Terra could see the mending body was lifeless, though not yet dead, it was simply devoid of the escence that is Talia. At the mention of Talias dune mouse, Terra remembers that she had it and quickly retrieved it placing on the bed near Talia so it may go to her as it wills. Talia it seems was at least well looked after, the the question of her recovory still hangs in the air.

Having placed the dune mouse Terra backes away, a hand raising to her throbbing head. Though still energized by the soup, Terra's body had not been given the rest her head needed to mend. Suddenly the room begins to spin, and her legs crumple under her, it feel her head is about to burst. Terra reprimand herself for being so foolish, and pushing herself so hard without allowing herself to fully mend, but she just could not trade away Talia's life for her own comfort.



'I am grey. All but those like me see only darkness and light, they do not see the grey between them. In this greyness I dwell. I would not wish this fate on any other.'



Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Garrek Driel on September 10, 2005, 07:33:22 PM
Garrek watched the proceedings of the next few days with interest, although he never got close enough to see exactly what was going on. Many late nights and fitful sleeps helped him blend better into the crowd, as far as his manners were concerned. His step went from rolling and certain to light and agile, his voice from boisterous and impatient to soft and musical. In short, it is easier for him to be elven in these manners.

Some things, however, cannot be hidden. Among a city where the shortest people are only scarcely under a ped and three-quarters, his own ped-and-a-half sorts him rather pointedly out of the average crowd. His clothing, too, is far from standard, leaving far behind the beautiful subtleties of elven attire, his silver robes and maroon-trimmed half-cape make him appear almost like a light in a forest.

If one is scrutinizing, mayhap they would notice his hawk-like face in all its perfect symmetry, like a carefully measured statue, or his shorter fingers. With all these considerations aside, he would fit easily into the crowd he almost incessantly subjected himself to.

Now, he stood a few lengths away from the healer's tree, trying to hear what might be going on. An aj'nuvic had, by some miracle, been drawn into the area where the wounded now lay, and quite a crowd began to gather. Mostly humans, he noted, although Lieofin drew past with an almost contemptive lack of notice toward Garrek. Respectable ones were all like that, and it is rather advantageous to Garrek.

Curiously, he notes, even though his informants have minded him of the fact that this is most definitely, by some one or two of the members, inclusive of the party his sister had ridden out with, she is not here. Both for good and bad, he decides. Good, in that now she is not around to make them all tense at him. Bad, for now she is not around to be terrorized. Still, he would have to make do.

Granted, though, he did not wish to terrorize them. Their plight was interesting enough. He would simply make sure things never got too easy, and in the meantime, the gemstone's origin and purpose would be revealed.

Lost in thought, Garrek is nearly taken by surprise when a large Jhehellr'him elf turns to him. How long had he been standing there.

"You called?" The elf's voice is musical, but in an entirely different way.

"Ah, you've arrived. Do you see the beast, the desert creature?"

"You mean the aj'nuvic? Or the Shendar man?"

Garrek shakes his head. He really must be tired. "Either. Both. Take a good look at this."

Garrek draws out the blade, and hands it to the elf. "Do you think..."

"Odd. Especially this pommel. Not very useful for hammering, but..." The elf takes a few swings and stabs at the air with the sword while Garrek continues to watch the crowd. "A little short, but not cripplingly so." He runs a hand along the edge. "Worn, but sharp. Well taken care of."

"That's where you come in. That blade is important to them somehow, make sure it stays just out of their reach."

"What are you paying?"

Garrek grins, and without looking, pulls a single goldbard from a hidden pouch. "For every week? That should keep you pleased."

The elf nods, and begins to walk down toward the group. As much as he detests Garrek's flashy and imperialistic manner, this was an offer too good to pass by.

Of course I have nothing against you personally, but I'm afraid I've told you more than is safe...



Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Aueniteri on September 10, 2005, 07:50:22 PM
'Teri nods in response to Terra, although she to some degree wishes to see Talia again as well. Still, she respects Terra as the authority in the party, and does as she is asked.

To herself, she wonders how long this will take, how much time before they have passed out of the elven forests. Every minute bothers her, due mostly to the fact that Garrek might appear at any time. As they are leaving, 'Teri feels suddenly compelled to tell Capher of Garrek, but they are gone, and feeling very much failed, she turns back in to the structure they have been using.

If nothing else, she can wait on this Morcanaan. At least some sense of fulfillment might be derived. In the meantime, maybe she can come to terms with her nervousness. Maybe they will have time to talk and put both their minds at ease. But it does not exactly work that way, even though there are no interruptions; she cannot bring herself to divulge her fear of the Quallian and the Zeiphyr to him. Each time she might, she tells herself a better time will arise, and waits.


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Silence! You could give your excuses until Injèrá hides her head from all Santharia, but it will never preserve your life.
I have so sworn...



Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Capher on September 11, 2005, 03:25:22 AM
Capher berated himself over and over at being so single-minded that he would or could miss something as large as an Aj.  But there Swing was and came to Ta'las call.  Then suddenly Terra puts the Talia's dunemouse upon her chest.  He speaks, "That is all there is. Ta'las continue to tell the story, talk to her of her homeland.  Let Swing touch her. and hope for the best."

Capher thought, I could not break through the wall to find her.  I must find a way to do so.  I suppose I could use the flute, but it's magic is a two edged-sword.  It could help me find where her soul, her essence has gone, but it could also tell Eckra where we are, as well; pinpoint our exact location, so he could send hie demons or others he has under his control right to us.  Is the risk of finding Talia's soul that way worth it?  Or will just Ta'las's voice, her dunemouse and Swing bring her back from whereever she is?  He did not know, and it bothered him as time went by.  He knew that each moment would be a moment lost, if they could not reach Talia and reach her soon.

He began to pace the floor.  Then he stopped, as if he had decided and went and stood at the front of Talia's bed and placed his middle and index fingers upon each side of her temples.  He closed his eyes and calmed his spirit.  He let himself slowly drift into her mind.  He could hear Ta'las's voice speaking, but as if it were far, far, away, like in some distant land.  His robe began to glow brighter and brighter as he slowly began to go into her mind.

He found himself on a dusty path, in front of him was a black wall, but when he touched it, it gave some.  Capher saw small tearing at it and he noticed that each time Swing would touch Talia that the black wall would tear a bit more..  He noticed the same things whenever her dunemouse would squeak, and then there was Ta'las's voice coming through, very distant, but each tear of the wall, would bring Ta'las's voice in clearer.

Capher started to understand and began to tear at the wall with his hands hoping that they all were not too late.

Capher.



Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Talas Anthavin on September 11, 2005, 08:05:22 AM
Ta'las stops his recounting of the Shendar myth momentarily when Terra falters.  "Please," he says to Lieofin, "can you make our companion comfortable?"  The woman was strong to have come so far, so quickly, in the state he recalled her to be when they met the previous day.

"I am sorry for my rudeness, but I fear to leave Capher to this alone until Talia is in better condition."  We must remember to show our thanks to these generous people before we leave, Ta'las thinks.  The elves of the Quallian are definitely a kind and compassionate people.

He turns his attention back to Talia and gently rubs her hand.  He smiles knowingly when Capher's cloak begins to glow, and continues retelling the story.

“Great sorrow filled the heart of Baveras.  She could not believe what she saw!  To the south of a massive forest of mighty Redwood and pines and vast plains of alth‘ho grass that sway in the wind where our bondmates, the aj’nuvic graze, sat an endless desert.  Nothing – not animals, nor plants, nor even a drop of water – could be found in the desert.  It was all so dry that life was not possible.

The endless dunes of sand were blasted by harsh winds that formed golden landscapes of horrifying beauty.  Horrifying because all the land was dead and without the blessings of life that Baveras loved then as she does today.  Mournful, Baveras sought the aid of Jeyriall and pleaded with her to fill these endless, roiling sands with life.  

Jeyriall could not help though, for without the life-sustaining presence of water, no plant could grow and take root to provide nourishment for the animals, and the animals would wither and die in short time.  Jeyriall gave to Baveras the task of bringing water to the desert.   The sea goddess saw no way to achieve such as monumental task on her own, so she went before Grothar and asked him to send his clouds to the hot lands, and fill the valleys and gullies with rain.  Though Grothar doubted the success of such a plan, he sent forth his winds to urge the clouds from the sea over the desert.  But Foiros’ forge, the merciless Injèrá, continued to burn the land so the clouds simply vanished when they reached the coast.  Baveras begged Foiros to send Injèrá farther away, but he ignored her request.  The endless deserts remained just as they had been - beautiful, but dry and devoid of life.  It was at this time that Baveras felt a coldness in her heart toward Foiros, which to this day saddens her spirit.”


Ta’las stops a moment and takes a deep breath, as he reaches the point in the tale which seems most bleak.  He can see no visible change in Talia, and a sheen of sweat covers Capher’s brow.  He swallows, uncertain they are going to be able to help the woman, until he recalls the words of his mother-sister: You have always walked away from trouble all your life…

After a few moments of silence, the Shendar continues.

“Baveras was distressed, and after some time she could see merit in only one course of action.  It was a path the goddess preferred not to take, but she resolved herself to it.  As she had once when the world was being made, so would she alter the land again…”

Adopted from “How Baveras Brought Water to the Desert” in the Shendar Book of Myths, by Talia Sturmwind, Firewyre and Others

Ta'las

Edited by: Talas Anthavin at: 9/11/05 1:45


Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Capher on September 13, 2005, 05:03:22 AM
Inside of Talia's mind

Capher tore at the dark wall.  It felt like some sort of fabric to his hands.  Finally he tore enough away to see on the other side. It was just a coninuation of the dusty path that he now stood upon.  He frowned and yelled Talia's name. "Talia! Talia, where are you?  It is me Capher.  Talia, can you hear me?  Talia!"

Capher listened intently and then began tearing at the dark wall some more.  He could hear Ta'las's voice a bit clearer.  Soon he was working up a heavy sweat as the fabric was very tough to tear away.

Outside of Talia's mind

Capher's robe dimmed and brightened, like the flame of a candle in a strong wind as Capher fought to tear the fabric that seperated himself from Talis's essence.  Beads of sweat appeared upon his brow that soon turned into rivulets running down his nose and chin and his body would sag, from time to time, but Capher's own indomnitable will kept him going as his own essence would tire from tearing at the fabric inside of Talia's mind.

Capher.

Edited by: Capher at: 9/13/05 15:17


Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Talas Anthavin on September 13, 2005, 11:22:22 AM
Ta'las senses that his friend is faltering, judging by the dimming of his robe and the soft moans that sound like pain.  He stops telling his story to encourage Capher.

"My friend, please be strong.  Remember what you said earlier; that Talia's mind must be healed.  Think on how you can help her mind become whole again," Ta'las says softly.

He resumes telling his story.

...Nearly beaten, Baveras decided on a desperate course of action that would permanently alter the lands.  And thus, the goddess in her time of grief, who loved to play with dolphins and fish, dance and twirl in the waves as they break against the shore, to rush up the streams in the mountains, and toss herself carefree down a waterfall, remembered who she was.

‘I Goddess of the Sea!’, she cried out.  ‘And I am also goddess of the wells, of water hidden beneath the land in meandering channels.  All the water, whether it sparkles blue beneath Injera’s merciless glare, or lies in dark caverns underground, is mine to command...'

Ta'las



Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Terra Artemos on September 13, 2005, 02:49:22 PM
Terra, laying on the floor practically in a heap, begins to feel sick in the pit of her stomch, she was not sure if it was the pain in her head or the fact that the room seemed to be spinning. The pain is more than she could simply push away or block out by will alone, daring not to interupt Ta'las and Capher in there attempts to aid Talia, she tries to call for Leiofin though the disorentation, and mind numbing pain.

"Leiofin, I need help. My head is in pain."

She can not come up with anymore, knows sleep would help, but she could not sleep in such pain.



'I am grey. All but those like me see only darkness and light, they do not see the grey between them. In this greyness I dwell. I would not wish this fate on any other.'



Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: In the Quallian on September 13, 2005, 05:05:22 PM
Kurrun follows the strange group of foreigners Lieofin has in his lead. Lady Artemos he knew already, but this other half elf is not with them. In her place is young man from the burned woman's tribe and somebody, whose aura is not that of a man, like his form now suggests. The two men sit down near the bed, where the Shendar woman lies. The old man touches her temples, and Kurrun‘s Oh'mód'hál feels great power at work. The shendar man starts to recite Shendar myths,but this won‘t help, as long as Talia‘s essence is not back, and Kurrun can‘t feel anything till now.

Concentrated on what happens with Talia and the old man, Kurrun misses, that Lady Artemos is about to faint. Her leg crumble under her, but Lieofin is at her side immediately.

The Shendar looks up shortly and asks Lieofin for help as well. Lieofin, gifted with some Oh'mód'hál as well, sees, that he can‘t help Lady Artemos with his abilities as a water mage.

“"Lieofin, I need help. My head is in pain." Lady Artemos complains.

Lieofin lifts her carefully from the floor and puts her on another bed in the room.
„I can‘t help you myself, lady Artemos, but I will look for help immediately!“

He steps out of the door and comes soon back with one of the healers, who have watched over Talia, but left the room, when her friends arrived, trying to give them some privacy.

Avi'Sharu follows Lieofin back into the room. With a little sigh she looks at the red-haired woman. She had watched over her, when the strangers arrived first in Aer‘ylferian. Why can‘t this woman give her body rest, till it has healed completely?

„Lady Artemos, some pain relief will come soon, Muriel is a apprentice of Nehtor, and he will bring you some herbal infusion, but the best are his hands, you will see.“
Avi'Sharu put her hand on Terras throbbing head, trying to cool or warm it a bit, what ever is needed now. Maybe this helps already, till Muriel will arrive.



Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Ta'lia of the Seven Jewels on September 14, 2005, 06:44:22 AM
The woman is still sitting motionless on the bolder. Time stands still for her, no emotion enlightens her face. But suddenly, she looks up, as if something has touched her. She even turns around, but after a while, she sits back, hunched over, sitting in utter silence again.


A little animal is hiding. It is afraid of the big forms moving around and sitting so close to its place. However, this place is smelling slightly like another place it knew well a while ago. So it stays near this old place, hiding closely curled to it, on the other side of this big form which emanates light.

Swing doesn‘t like the presence of the newcomers. Though one of them smells like he should, after desert and mil‘no, the other is too close by her bonding partner, doing strange things to her - and that is nothing Swing likes. She wants to lick this calm face, maybe it would be a bit more lively again - as she is used to. But for now, this glowing foreigner stands between her and her love.

***Astropic of the day***
"For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path   that may have heart. There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length. And there I travel looking, looking, breathlessly. ~Don Juan"



Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian-Muriel, Terra
Post by: Ta'lia of the Seven Jewels on September 14, 2005, 06:55:22 AM
Muriel is entering the room, and though he is quiet and calm and doesn‘t say a word to not to disturb what happens there with the burned woman, the room lights up. He steps to Terra, kneeing at her bed and giving her the herbal infusion he has brought with him.

„Lady Terra,“ he whispers „have some of this drink, and it will help you to feel better, though it is not very strong!“

As soon as Terra has had the tea, he lays his hands slightly on her forehead and starts to pray - without word, for they would only disturb what happens at the other end of the room. And as his prayers find their way to Nehtor, his hands seem to draw something out of Terras head. Muriel is a gifted apprentice, he has the magical ability of his grandfather kurrun to feel the Oh‘mod‘hal. He senses the latent magic ability of this woman - maybe the tensions are coming from here? He sends soothing and cooling emotions towards Terra, convinced, that it will help - for today his belief is strong.

***Astropic of the day***
"For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path   that may have heart. There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length. And there I travel looking, looking, breathlessly. ~Don Juan"



Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Terra Artemos on September 14, 2005, 09:02:22 AM
Terra could hardly will herself to move through the pain when Lieofin carefully lifts her from the floor and places her on another bed. With nothing more she can do for Talia, Terra focuses on healing herself, and tries to put Talia's condition out of her mind for the time being. Even if he can not do anything for her himself, she is relieved to know that he has gone to find someone that can ease her pain. Spotting Lieofin returning from the corner of her eye, Terra gently rolls her head to look towards him and winces in pain.

Terra watches as a female elf follows him, realizing that it was the elf that had watched over her when she had first arrived. Avi'Sharu looks at Terra and sighs as she kneels beside Terra's bed, reassuring her that relief from her pain will come soon, and then places a hand on Terra's head. Terra can feel her head soothed by Avi'Sharu’s touch, but it does little to ease the pain. Then a male elf comes, Terra can only assume is Muriel, takes the place of Avi'Sharu at her side, and lifting Terra’s head gently then whispers instructions for her to drink the liquid placed at her lips. Even though he tells her it’s not strong, Terra drinks it eagerly willing to take any relief she can get. When she finishes the tea he lowers her head back to the bed, then lays his hands on her forehead and begins silently reciting what Terra assumes are prayers. Terra can only hope this elfs prayer are answered as the tea begins its work dulling the pain some and the room stops spinning though the disorientation remains.



'I am grey. All but those like me see only darkness and light, they do not see the grey between them. In this greyness I dwell. I would not wish this fate on any other.'

Edited by: Terra Artemos at: 9/14/05 5:32


Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Capher on September 15, 2005, 02:24:22 AM
inside Talia's mind

Capher continued calling all the while tearing at the fabric of this wall.  He senses that though this fabric or wall can be reached through Talia's brain, it is in reality, outside of her brain and is like a doorway between dimensions.  Much like what his Master Talon had told him long ago about what seperates where he came from and Caelereth.  

Capher did not understand all that he said but he knew that Talon's father, Ethan, after his last battle with Eckra the Cruel, the last and strongest of the Black Wizards during the War of the Chosen, had disappeared and then reappeared to battle the Mo'chran.  Ethan Hawke was never seen after that.  But shortly afterwards Talon shows up in the Wizards Tower hidden high amongst the peaks of the Prominent mountains.  

He told Capher where he came from and that he was looking for his father.  Capher told him all that he knew.  Talon tried to leave the castle to look for his father, but found out that somehow his corporeal body was still upon the Isle of Mythe, but his spirit, his essence, was there in Caelereth.  And as long as he did leave the Castle he was ok, but if he tried to leave, he would die, eventually as his power and life force would slowly drain away.  

Talon assumed that was what happened to his father.  So he and Capher decided that Talon stay in the Castle and Capher would be his eyes and ears for him.  To battle evil of any kind that the world of Caelereth could not do so themselves.  In essence he took his father's place. Now , somehow Eckra has broken through the wall seperating himself from Coor's dominion to this world and is planning on continuing where he left off.

Capher yelled once again. "Talia, can you hear me?  If you can hear me, follow my voice and come to me.  Talia, we need you.  Talia?"

Capher.



Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Ta'lia of the Seven Jewels on September 15, 2005, 04:34:22 AM
Terra , Muriel


„Lady Artemos, “ Muriel whispers, „the gods will grant you more help, if you belief, that I can help you. Relax, put down all worries, there is nothing you can do now. The best for all is, if you recover soon, but to come to this, you need to give up all responsibility you might feel. Just let you fall down, feel your body resting on the soft moss. Your limbs are getting heavy, you are tired, and you will sleep now sound and fast till your body has had all the rest it needs.

Muriel lits a tiny oil lamp he has brought with him, and a fter a short time, a scent is filling the room, which is hard to describe, not sweet, not loud, not really agreeable, but somehow breathing is easier for Terra, and Muriel hopes, that this herb will soothe her severe headache as well and bring her the needed sleep.


Talia

The woman sitting on the bolder in the dark land gets frightened again. She jerks, but then, suddenly she stands up and looks up the way she was coming. There was something, someone is calling. Talia. Again. Talia. Who might this Talia be? Who is calling? Is this Talia coming down to join her? After a while the woman takes place again on the bolder, but this time, she faces upwards. She wipes her hand at her clothes, somehow she has the feeling, as if something touches her hand, but when looking at it, she can‘t see anything.

***Astropic of the day***
"For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path   that may have heart. There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length. And there I travel looking, looking, breathlessly. ~Don Juan"



Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Talas Anthavin on September 15, 2005, 10:21:22 AM
Ta'las is uncertain that his recounting is working, though he can see that Capher does not struggle as much as before, as if he is closer to reaching his goal.

Before he continues, he spots Talia’s dune mouse, peering furtively at him from one of the folds of Talia’s blanket.  He swallows hard, as he recalls the saying ‘gambling on a mouse’.  I hope our chances are not so slim, Ta’las thinks, as he grabs a small handful of redberries from his pack, and offers them to the skittish creature.  He leaves the berries in a small pile on Talia’s blanket near her face.

He looks up at the Aj'nuvic, who is defintely torn between soothing her bondmate and getting too close to these strangers.  Ta’las whispers, ‘All a Shendar needs is the wide desert and his Aj’.  

He moves away from the head of Talia’s bed to give the Aj’nuvic room beside her face.  “Come, your bondmate needs your help,” he says softly, using the Shendar language.  “Talia needs you now, more than before.”  He beckons with a smile.  The Shendar opens his pack, which he has laid near Talia’s bed, and pulls out a small handful of young Alth'ho grass leaves, something Desert Rose enjoys at times.  “Perhaps if I continue with my story, you will be more at ease,” Ta’las says, more to himself than anyone in the room.  

Holding the young, succulent Alth’ho in one hand, and Talia's in the other, Ta’las continues the tale.

"…And so, convinced that she knows the way to bring water to the land of the shifting sand and hammering heat, Baveras seeks out Grother’s aid once again.  This time, she asked Grothar to bring rain to the forests now called Sharadon and the Narfost Plains to help with her plan.  Uncertain of her intention, Grothar, the god of cloud, rain and wind, agreed to help her in this task.  He brought a storm of such intensity that a mighty rain fell upon the Sharadon Forest and the plain north of the dry desert.  From this rain, Baveras created rivers to span the plain and spill over the edge of a massive cliff that brought life to a small northern expanse of the desert.  The rivers were not wide enough to cross the huge sand dunes, but instead the two in the west turned away from the hot lands to be lost in the vast Aetryam Sea, just as the river in the east was consumed by heat-drenched desert sands.  We know this to be the Délran'már, the Vanishing Waters.

But brave Baveras did not  despair, for her plan was coming to fruition.  For though her rivers turned away from the desert, the Délran'már would become her means to bring water to the desert.  And though her task was not yet complete, the Goddess of the Sea exulted, for she could see the end of her trial was near…”

Ta'las



Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Terra Artemos on September 15, 2005, 01:14:22 PM
Terra looks up at Muriel, as she tries to relax.

"I know, where is nothing more my body nor my blade can do for Talia now. I place myself in your hands."

Muriel was right she does feel tired, exausted even, it is only the pain that keeping her awake. Muriel lit an oil lamp he had brough with him and soon Terra could smell an undescribable yet not truely agreeble scent coming from it, it did however sooth the pain in her head and made breathing through the remaining pain easier. Terra put her full trust in Muriel's judgment and ablities, soon falling into the sound sleep he had promised her.



'I am grey. All but those like me see only darkness and light, they do not see the grey between them. In this greyness I dwell. I would not wish this fate on any other.'



Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Capher on September 16, 2005, 03:23:22 AM
Capher continues yelling Talia's name as he struggles to keep the fabric from closing.  "Talia.  Talia, listen to me. A Shendar brother is here.  He searches for you. Terra is here, she also worries about you.  Talia do you remember the giant, and how I changed into a female one to get him away from our group?  And then how you gave me some of that special stuff you carry, because I was exhausted from the strain of shape-shifting so many times in such a short amount of time.  Do you remember what I said to you, after I drank it?  You laughed so hard.  I remember your laughter, your kindness, your gentleness.  Yet, you have a strong constitution, a strong will, made of steel that no man or beast could ever break.  That is the will you must rely upon now! Embrace it!  Let if flow through you and allow it to strengthen you! To help you come to me.  Come to me Talia Sturmwind! Daughter of the Desert! Wielder of the Sword!"  

Each sentence Capher said he sent it on a stream of wind until it was a gale by the time he finished.  He hoped the wind would take his words to Talia and bring her to him.

Outside Capher's knees buckled, but then they straightned and more beads of sweat began to form and his robe grew dimmer, but did not brighten as before.  As Capher fought against the fabric and was using powers he had not used in a long time, powers that had begun to fade because of not being used.

But powers he was going to have to use and many more throughout this task. Using those powers gave him certain revelations: Talia was, had to be with him when he faced Eckra.  He knew that now, and he knew or guessed what the sword was that she carried.  The Sword of Fury!  He also realized that is why Eckra tried to kill her.  But what of the other's?  Each one had a role. Capher was certain of it.  Talia was the Wielder of the Sword.  But who were the others? And where did the Heart fit in?  Questions, that had no answers...yet.

Capher.



Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Ta'lia of the Seven Jewels on September 16, 2005, 04:58:22 AM

Fluffy

The dune mouse looks with shiny black eyes to the red berries, hurries over the blanket and munches them down in a couple of minutes. Then she tilts her head and gazes at man as if she tries to find out, if more could come from this source. But as the man doesn‘t move, she cleans her whiskers and hurries back to her nest, putting her wet nose into Talias palm and breathing in it.

Swing:
Swing finally overcomes her fear of the glowing man and steps closer to Talia, as the other man who smells like desert is moving away from her head, starting again to caress the still motionless face with her soft lips.


Talia:

Something is disturbing the silence the woman was in for such a long time now. Someone is calling this Talia, why isn‘t she answering? the woman thinks. The voice is quite obtrusive and tells this and that, it names other people Terra, should she know a Terra? What bothers her, if there is a giant somewhere?

Then she hears another voice, a very familiar one, somehow, a gentle one. It tells of water in the desert, of the watergoddess Baveras. The woman turns the name around in her mind. Baveras, Baveras. Water, water - here is no water. She gets up and looks around, there is no water, what is water? For some time she stands motionless, though she has the feeling , as if something pushes she forward, wants her to go up the path. She goes some steps, up the dusty hill, but feels too tired and sits down in the dust on the path. She wants to sleep, but there is nothing she could rest on, except the path, but it looks stony. So she just stays where she is, sitting in the dust, head hanging down, eyes closed. She is too tired to listen to the voices.

***Astropic of the day***
"For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path   that may have heart. There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length. And there I travel looking, looking, breathlessly. ~Don Juan"



Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Capher on September 17, 2005, 01:06:22 AM
Inside Talia's mind

Capher listens and looks and sees and hears nothing as he hopes Talia would hear him and come to him.  He finally decides to make a choice.  It would take much from him, but it seemed liked it was the only choice of action to take.

He closes his eyes, and searches deep inside of himself, until he taps powers he has not had to tap in eons. Then he opens his eyes and projects himself into the other dimension.  He then begins to walk down the dusty, stony path, calling out Talia's name.  "Talia, where are you?  I am coming.  Please just say something so I know where you are. Talia!"

Outside of Talia's mind

Capher's body suddenly stiffens, his robe brightens so much it was almost looking at Injera herself, at her zenith in the middle of the sky and his face and his skin seem to turn to stone, like a firey statue Capher stands there with his fingers pressed against Talia's temples.

Capher.



Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Ta'lia of the Seven Jewels on September 17, 2005, 05:57:22 AM
The woman looks slowly up. Again this calling for Talia. It is annoying and disturbing her privacy. Dark grey dust swirls up and makes it even less impossible to see through the red-grey shaded darkness. There is movement somewhere uphill. And again this calling. The woman wishes, that all the noise would go away, she is so tired, but instead  the persistent noise comes nearer. An old man is coming down the path, his clothes are as grey as the dust on the path, but his eyes have a liveliness which feels wrong in this place. The woman looks at the feet of the man, but finally she looks up in his face. Should she know it? Somehow it looks familiar. But lifting the head means using up some of the last strength which is in her, so she looks down again, waiting that the man goes away.

***Astropic of the day***
"For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path   that may have heart. There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length. And there I travel looking, looking, breathlessly. ~Don Juan"



Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Talas Anthavin on September 17, 2005, 10:45:22 AM
Ta'las' turns his face to the side as Capher's robe glows with such intensity that he must hold up one hand to cover his face.  "Falls and fells!"  It is difficult to tell in all this light, but it looks almost like the old man's skin has turned to stone.  "Capher!  Are you all right?"

After a few moments, his vision adjusts somewhat to the light, though he must still cover his eyes.  It looks as though Capher is still breathing, and since the old man has not fallen over, Ta'las figures he is still in control of himself.

Ta'las looks over at the Aj'nuvic and speaks softly in Shendar.  "It is all right, friend.  See, your bondmate still needs you."  He then whistles at the little dune mouse and grabs another handful of redberries, which he leaves on the blanket next to him.

The Shendar rubs Talia's hand.  He speaks softly, again in his native language.  "Talia, please be well.  Your Aj is in need of you - she is scared and alone."

He begins recounting his story.

“…pleased at her cleverness, Baveras dove deep into the waters of the mighty river, following its course far into the depths of the earth.  She filled every crevice, every crack and every cave with the life-giving water flowing from the river, just as she had done when the world was young and being made. A maze of new channels was opened beneath the surface of the desert lands for the water to flow into. Everywhere that the waters of the Délran'mar were running still strong, a lake formed deep in the ground.”

Ta’las smiles wistfully then and looks up at Talia.  “The Shendar have been doubly blessed, Talia Sturmwind.  We have both Aj’nuvic and water, and because of both of those gifts, the Shendar alone thrive in the Rahaz-Dath.”

Ta’las continues.

“Finally, Baveras reached the salty waters of the Burning Sea, and she knew she had won.  The Goddess of the Sea burst up through the mass of sand and rocks, whose great weight gave way to her will.”

The Shendar smiles fiercely, imagining Baveras blasting through the earth.  

“It did not take long for water to flow to many places in the vast desert lands.  Here and there, the water surged to the surface, forming wells and springs and even small ponds.  With time, plants were able to take root and much of the vast desert turned green, beckoning many animals to come to this newly changed land.  Even where the water could not reach the surface, it sat not far below in deep wells.  In other places, small water holes formed, and in others a calm pond or oasis came into being, but from the sky, they could not be seen.”

“Except for one place, Talia.  It was there, many years before our time, that Baveras created the loveliest image one can imagine, the Seven Jewels.  That is the place where my mother-sister showed me the image of a Shendar woman who had been badly burned.  The woman is tall and strong with long, dark hair that falls down her back.  She has grey eyes with a sparkle of green that shine like fire.  And the woman’s image was your’s, Talia Sturmwind.”

Ta'las



Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Ta'lia of the Seven Jewels on September 17, 2005, 08:32:22 PM
The man doesn‘t go away, and the woman continues staring at his feet. But there is this other, distant voice as well, the soft one, which is not so screaming around. He mentions this Talia as well, again and again. Why don‘t they go to this Talia and give her peace?

Seven Jewels, the voice says, she has heard of this place before, and of Baveras, she is the watergoddess. But here is no water, so why are talking this voices about the watergoddess? Now being reminded that there is no water in this dull landscape, she gets thirsty again. Her throat is dried out, and probably she couldn‘t say a word, if she would wish to. But there is no need to do so. The distant voice tells again things about this Talia, about her aj and her hair. But the woman doesn‘t want to hear anything anymore, her head drops again.

The aj'nuvic jumps back, when the old man starts to glow again, but the reeassuring words of the other right smelling one reassures it to go back and to nuble at least from a safe distance at the growing hair.

The dunemouse however , not so frightebned, goes for the next
redberries before it vanishes in the shade of the blankets again.

***Astropic of the day***
"For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path   that may have heart. There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length. And there I travel looking, looking, breathlessly. ~Don Juan"



Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Capher on September 19, 2005, 03:57:22 AM
Capher finds Talia, but she does not seem to be able to lift her head, nor does she respond to his calling.  So he kneels beside her and gently takes her face in his hands and raises it and looks at her gentle, but far away look, eyes.  "Talia, I have found you.  Please come with me.  You have friends and a kinsman who wishes for you to come with me.  If you have no strength, then I will carry you if you would like.  But please come with me out of this land of death into the land of the living, once more."  He says as gentle as he can. Hoping, beyond hope that she hears and comes with him.  For his strength and power, as much as he has is slowly fading in this place.


Outside, Capher's robe again begins to dim lower and lower as his powers begin to fade.  Deep within himself he hears Ta'las's voice and hopes that Talia will too.

Capher.



Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Talas Anthavin on September 19, 2005, 12:27:22 PM
Ta’las grins, remembering the first time his mother-sister told him the tale of Baveras’ ordeal to bring water to the desert lands.  “It is interesting, Talia, how even though most of the children know the tale already, they always breathe in relief when the story is finished."  He chuckles and continues, "It is almost as if her struggle with Foiros is brought to some sense of closure.  For the moment, at least until the next Shendar myth is revealed to them.”

The Shendar holds out his free hand to the Aj’nuvic and he whistles softly to lure Talia’s bondmate closer to her face.  He smiles and then looks back at Talia.  “The next myth we are always told was of Baveras’ effort to bring life-giving rains to the desert, for there was not yet enough water coming from the Sharadon to heal the great Ráhaz-Dáth.”

“In good faith, Grothar had brought his rain to the Sharadon and the Narfost Plain, but he could not plunge these lands into shadow forever.  To grow and thrive, even the mighty forests and the vast sea of flowing Ar’pun need the light of Injèrá.  As a consequence, he drew his clouds away.  The water was not enough to fill all the wells and fountains in the deep southern desert. Only the Seven Jewels had always water, though even there the level dropped dangerously low. The heat of the burning rays of Injèrá dried the air in the Ráhaz-Dáth so much that the water surfacing from the depths of the cool earth was just drawn away."

“Baveras again went to Foiros to plea for the life that, through her toils, had arisen in the former desert lands, but Foiros did not listen.  He is the god of justice, not of mercy, and the desert life continued to struggle beneath his forge, Injèrá."

"The Goddess of the Sea loved this little place to the south, even though in the scheme of the world was of little consequence.  Baveras, however, had set her heart on this particular place.  And so she put her mind to devise a means to bring Grothar's clouds to the desert in such a way that merciless Injèrá could not melt them away as it had before.  She sat down on the edge of the mighty Narfost cliffs, just where the Sharadon River cascaded down the precipice and gazed out over the sands.  She sat there for some time, pondering what she must do, and Baveras smiled as an image began to form in her mind..."


Adopted from “Of the Origin of the Nirmenith Mountains” in the Shendar Book of Myths, by Talia Sturmwind, Firewyre and Others

Ta'las



Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Ta'lia of the Seven Jewels on September 19, 2005, 06:35:22 PM
Sitting in the dust the woman waits for nothing, but suddenly the unexpected happens: Gentle hands are touching her face and lift her oh so tired head up, so that she has to look in the face of the old man. And then he talks to her and looks into her eyes:

„Talia, I have found you. Please come with me. You have friends and a kinsman who wishes for you to come with me. If you have no strength, then I will carry you if you would like. But please come with me out of this land of death into the land of the living, once more."

The woman looks at him for a while, which seems to last for ever, but isn‘t.  Somehow deep inside she is enjoying this touch, it is so different from what she has experienced here. Lost memories of more experiences of this quality surface slowly up.

“ You are looking for Talia? Where is she? Who is she? she asks the old man. And when asking, she puts her own two hands above those of the man, as if she doesn‘t wish, that he ever removes them.

„YOU are Talia! Talia Sturmwind from the Shendar. And your aj‘nuvics name is Swing, and a dunemouse is waiting for your return as well as your friends! You are Talia! You!“ he confirms.

“I am Talia, you are sure?“ the woman asks.

„Yes, I know you!You are Talia! “ the old man answers.

She ponders for a while about what she has heard, and then slowly first, but after a while more and more, memory is coming back. Not much though, a glimpse of sparkling water surrounded by huge sanddunes, the sensation of a wind in the face while riding fast about an seemingly endless stretching plain of small rocks with small shrubs in-between. The  warm wet touch of soft lips in her neck, the tickling feeling of a dunemouse under her shirt.

The Goddess of the Sea loved this little place to the south ...  Baveras, however, had set her heart on this particular place. And so she put her mind to devise a means to bring Grothar's clouds to the desert in such a way that merciless InjŹrá could not melt them away as it had before....


She knows this voice, she knows now, what is meant, she even can tell, how it continues...

And then faces come to her mind, friendly ones, faces she knows...  and then...

“Capher! What are you doing here?“ Talia says to the old man.

“Capher! Is it really you?“

And though she had thought, that no single drop of moisture was in her body anymore, her tears are streaming now down her cheeks.

“Capher!“ she says once more.

***Astropic of the day***
"For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path   that may have heart. There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length. And there I travel looking, looking, breathlessly. ~Don Juan"

Edited by: Talia Sturmwind  at: 9/19/05 10:37


Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Capher on September 19, 2005, 10:42:22 PM
Capher smiles as Talia finally recognizes him and calls him by name. He gently wipes away the tears. "Yes, Daughter of the Desert, I am he, Capher, and I have come to rescue you.  But, my powers are fading in this place and I fear unless you come to the outside world, the world of the living, that you and I will both be trapped here in this lifeless world...forever."

Capher hears Ta'las's voice. "Can you hear that voice, Talia?  That comes from one of your kinsmen.  A Shendar, like yourself.  He has been sent to help you also. Terra, also awaits your return..."  

Then against his will his metaphysical self begins to fade away.  The soft touch of his hands upon her face slowly fade. The voice calls gently, "Talia follow my voice, my time here is almost gone..." His last word seemed to drift upon the dry dusty wind.  

Capher.



Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Ta'lia of the Seven Jewels on September 20, 2005, 02:51:22 AM
Talia wants to hold these gently hands forever, but Capher, after some more reassuring words, slowly fades away, and she is sitting again alone in the dust. But now she knows, who she is. But with Capher gone, desperation comes to her. Before she hadn‘t known, who she was, and nothing had bothered her. Now she lowers her head again, but the tears dry the moment they leave her eyes.

....and I have come to rescue you. But, my powers are fading in this place and I fear unless you come to the outside world, the world of the living, that you and I will both be trapped here in this lifeless world...forever

both? trapped? does that mean, Capher will not be able to return, if she stays here?  

She puts her head back into her hands, being desperately tired. But now she hears quite clearly a voice speaking, not Capher‘s, another , unknown to her, but it talks in her Shendar dialect, and it tells her the myths and lore she knows from sitting around the fire, either in a dome, or under the starry night.
And then it is, as if somebody is pushing her softly, as if somebody is blowing his warm breath into her neck, and memories of how she bonded with Swing are coming to her mind. What will happen with Swing, if she would not return? Talia knows it very well, and with a great effort, the biggest she has ever done in her life, she gets up on her feet, and slowly, slowly starts walking the long and dusty path up the hill.

***Astropic of the day***
"For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path   that may have heart. There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length. And there I travel looking, looking, breathlessly. ~Don Juan"



Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Talas Anthavin on September 20, 2005, 10:32:22 AM
“…the image that formed in Baveras’ mind was that of a range of mountains reaching skyward, high enough to embrace Grothar's clouds.”

“But she was a goddess of water, and not of earth. She knew she must beseech Urtengor, who had forged Caelereth, to raise the ground high enough to form these mountains.  Baveras sought Urtengor’s aid.  At first, he thought her request foolish, like a child asking for treats.  Urtengor, who had been busily forging the moon laid down his mighty hammer and frowned at the Goddess of the Sea.”

“But Baveras had worked too long to give up on her dream of bringing life to the desert lands.  As she walked about Urtengor's smithy, she gave him a coy smile, and spoke, 'How long do you think it will take you to forge the moon? It is quite big and will take eons to cool down. The races will have to live in the darkness all night long and evil will arise.  Perhaps I could lend the cooling aid of my water to speed up your forging.  Your moon could be finished in twenty-one of Injèrá’s passes.’”

“Urtengor thought on this, and grumbled to himself.”

“Sensing Urtengor was not yet satisfied, Baveras continued.  ‘What if I also promise to cool down every piece of metal somebody forges, whether it is a spoon or a sword?’  As she waited for the Hammer-Lord’s response, she twirled a lock of her long hair.  ‘Come now, Urtengor, your dwarven weapon masters would be most grateful for such wise insight!'’”

“And she looked him in the eyes until his resolve broke, and Urtengor huffed.   'Where do you wish me to place them?’ he asked.”

“In short time, the desert lands shook as Urtengor raised the Nirmenith Mountains arose from the desert plains by sheer force of will.  The mountains reached high enough to capture Grothar's clouds, and release the life-giving rains over the harsh desert lands.  And Baveras also kept her end of their agreement, so that ever since, the red glow of newly forged metalworks were put into water to steal away the heat and cool them down quickly."


Ta’las grabs another small handful of redberries which he leaves in a pile for the dunemouse, and looks over at the Aj’nuvic.  The creature seems to be more at ease, now that Capher’s ridged frame was somewhat more relaxed and no longer glowing so brightly.  “You have suffered without your bondmate, I can see that,” Ta’las says.  “But my friend here,” he adds with a nod to Capher, “will help heal Talia.”

He looks back at Talia.  “I hope these fireside tales are not too trite for a grown woman,” Ta’las says apologetically.  “But I can think of no other way to comfort a Shendar than to relate the tales of our tribe.  Perhaps, you would like to hear one that is my favourite, though it does not start so well.”

“And so Urtengor had created the Nirmenith Mountains, which rose proudly skyward, and as Grothar’s clouds from the sea gathered below those mighty peaks, it rained and snowed.  The water fell down either side of the mountains in small streams that helped plants grow at the base of the range and even farther into the desert. However, not all gods are benevolent.  As Baveras celebrated her success in overcoming the oppressive heat Foiros, the fire god, had brought to these lands, another god of fire looked with displeasure at her – Etherus."

“Though Etherus had no desire to side with Foiros or to help him in any way, for he was much too self-serving, he could not stand to see Baveras's joy.  With malice in his heart, Etherus went to look upon these mountains. An evil grin spread across his beautiful face, as he stepped on the mountain range with his right foot, and left a large depression just south of the mountains with his left.”

“Dismayed, Baveras looked upon the broken mountain tops and the large valley that had formed south of the Nirmenith Mountains, as Etherus strode away laughing.”



Adopted from “Of the Origin of the Nirmenith Mountains” and “How the Aj'Nuvic Grounds Came Into Being” in the Shendar Book of Myths, by Talia Sturmwind, Firewyre and Others

Ta'las



Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Capher on September 21, 2005, 04:11:22 AM
Capher found himself back holding the hole of the fabric between the two dimensions.  This going from self to self was not only exhausting but it confused oneself as well.  One did not know where one was or where.  If it were not for Capher own self-awareness of who he was he would have been lost, like Talia was. He now understood why the Talia he saw inside that other dimension was so tired and did not even know who he was...until something touched her most inner being.  Capher did not know if it was him, or whether it was Ta'las's voice.  Either way, Talia finally recoginzed him, but it was too late, Capher had no more power in that strange dimension and his metaphysical self had faded away back to himself.  But even himself was not himself: for his real self was standing outside of Talia, in complete meditation.  Capher shook his head. To think about it all was enough to scramble one's brains.  He again began to call out. "Talia, here!  I am here! Follow my voice.  Let it give you strength!" Capher hoped she could hear him.

Capher.



Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Ta'lia of the Seven Jewels on September 21, 2005, 06:39:22 PM
Talia sets foot before foot, one step is as hard as the next, and then stops, it is too hard to get up this endless hill, she will never be able to do it. She stands still, head lowered and is about to sit down in the dust again, when she hears again this voice...

“But she was a goddess of water, and not of earth. She knew she must beseech Urtengor, who had forged Caelereth, to raise the ground high enough to form these mountains. Baveras sought Urtengor’s aid. At first, he thought her request foolish, like a child asking for treats. Urtengor, who had been busily forging the moon laid down his mighty hammer and frowned at the Goddess of the Sea.”

And it is as if this voice are giving her the power to go on, as if it drags her up the hill... and she moves slowly on,and on..

“But Baveras had worked too long to give up on her dream of bringing life to the desert lands. As she walked about Urtengor's smithy, she gave him a coy smile, and spoke, 'How long do you think it will take you to forge the moon? It is quite big and will take eons to cool down. The races will have to live in the darkness all night long and evil will arise. Perhaps I could lend the cooling aid of my water to speed up your forging. Your moon could be finished in twenty-one of InjŹrá’s passes.’”

Talia has mastered a part of the hill, a small part, but now her exhaustion hurts, it is too difficult, the path too long, she has gone down the hill too far, there is no hope anyway, that this hill will ever end. The voice which drags her uphill, is getting faint again.

*****************

Swing dares to go nearer again to the bed, as the old man stops glowing. she feels the danger , her bondmate is in, and desperately pushes her slightly, in the side, at the shoulder.Then , out of an impulse, she takes Talias hand softly between her huge teeth and shakes her gently, as if she wants to say: Get up.

Fluffy, the dunemouse collects another heap of the redberries in its mouth and decides then to look for its favourite place , slips under the blanket and places itself on Talias bare skin, just over where it can feel the faint heartbeat best. Curling up the little warm body it falls to sleep.


*****************************

Just as Talia is about to sit down again, she sees something lying on the ground, some peds uphill. This is so strange, that she mobilises the very last rest of her energy till she has reached the object. there it lies, a white staff, carved , but she can‘t see it clearly, what the shapes depict. with effort she pics it up and is surprised. The handle is formed like the long neck of an aj‘nuvic, and a dunemouse is climbing up the staff itself. She puts it down , her hand on the handle and gives her weight on it, it suits her perfectly. A smile crosses her face, and suddenly her heart is beating stronger, and she gets a warm feeling in her chest. And the voice is back!

“Sensing Urtengor was not yet satisfied, Baveras continued. ‘What if I also promise to cool down every piece of metal somebody forges, whether it is a spoon or a sword?’ As she waited for the Hammer-Lord’s response, she twirled a lock of her long hair. ‘Come now, Urtengor, your dwarven weapon masters would be most grateful for such wise insight!'’”

“And she looked him in the eyes until his resolve broke, and Urtengor huffed. 'Where do you wish me to place them?’ he asked.”


And Talia walks uphill, day for day, and month after month, accompanied by the voice and what seems to be little pushes in her back, when she wants to stand still and rest.

But at one point, the staff, which has carried part of her weight, just falls out of her hand. She picks it up again with effort, but now she has stopped, and with leaning with both hands on the staff, she nevertheless is not moving uphill anymore. Her legs are hurting and want to give way, if there wasn‘t the staff, the end would have come. So she is standing quietly on the path, heavily panting and there seems no way how she could go on. The voice has stopped now, but Talia is still listening, but her thoughts are in her past, she is daydreaming and has forgotten to move on.

But then she hears another voice - Capher's - loud and demanding:

"Talia, here! I am here! Follow my voice. Let it give you strength!"”

and she opens her eyes again and looks up, and somehow she has the impression, as if there is a sky again, as if the surrounding is lighter than downhill. Her trembling hands take a firm grip on her staff again, and she moves uphill again, easier now, as it seems to her, the path seems not as steep as it was, and hope is slowly creeping back.

***Astropic of the day***
"For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path   that may have heart. There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length. And there I travel looking, looking, breathlessly. ~Don Juan"



Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Talas Anthavin on September 22, 2005, 09:05:22 AM
Ta’las stops to clear his throat and takes a drink from his waterskin.  I have not spoken so much in many years, he thinks.  Once his thirst is sated, Ta’las caps the waterskin and sets it down.

“Well, I suppose I shall continue,” Ta’las thinks aloud.

“You will remember, Talia, that this depression Etherus’ rashness created became the Aj'nuvic grounds, a blessing the Shendar are thankful for every day.  You’re Aj’nuvic is here, Talia, and waiting for you.  Now, I will continue.”

"The Aj'Nuvic Grounds, came into existence because of a mischievous god. He gave us a second gift, though many question its worth.  For in addition to the home of the Aj’nuvic, we have mithrilan, a poisonous substance created by the sweat from Etherus’ feet.”

“For some time, a lake as big as the Aj'Nuvic Grounds formed south of the mountains, where he had set his left foot. It changed the climate of the whole region, where much plant and animal life flourished. This lake was the Great Nirmenith Lake.  Unfortunately, the lake is no more.  Now, this is the place we find the Norong'Sorno."


Ta’las frowns.  “It is usually at this point that the leader of one’s dome tries to gloss over the fact that Queprur, goddess of death and Faerhorál, the Demon Lord of Fire, became involved.  It is something we try to hide from Shendar children, with good intentions of course.  As a child, I remember being afraid that he hid in the dark outside our dome.”

He pauses for a short time, remembering this next story as one that scared him most, and then he chuckles.  “However, it is something we learn with time.  And so follows the tale of how the Norong’Sorno and the Lands of Pain came into being.  It was the time of Baveras’ darkest hour, but most importantly, it shows the depth of her courage.”

“Before the Norong’Sorno was formed, Etherus’ footprint had created a beautiful lake, surrounded by a green landscape and abundant animals.  This had not been Etherus’ intention, but he is the god of excess, and was apathetic as to the outcome.  As well, he knew of another who would be interested enough to take the necessary steps to destroy these beautiful lands – Querprur.  He told the goddess of Death of Baveras’ success in transforming the harsh desert lands, and that she had even overcome the merciless heat of Injèrá.  Queprur showed nothing of her intentions, though she knew at once that this land should be dry and hot again instead of green with a refreshing breeze.  She would not allow Baveras, who was opposed to her above all other gods, to gain too much power over the south.”

“Queprur thought hard – she knew she could not approach Foiros, for though he was the Burning God, he was also the god of justice and did not begrudge Baveras her success in making the desert partly green. It was then that she thought, ‘I will bring Injera to these lands!’  Queprur cajoled Etherus for his impotency, and finally convinced him to bring her a part of Injèrá!'”

“And so it happened – Etherus stole a piece of the sun's fire for Queprur.  But rather than simply hurling the burning ball into the midst of the lake – an act that would have drawn too much attention – she devised something that would be far more lasting.  She summoned Faerhorál, Demon Lord of Fire, and she sent him deep in the earth under the lake to imprison the stolen piece of Injèrá.  It is difficult to know the reason why, but soon after the lakebed rose.  Before the sweet water of the lake could flow into the Aetryam Sea, Urtengor trenched a deep furrow into the ground and grubbed a way through the rock, so that the water could flow into a great basin under the Nirmenith Mountains.  It was here, in a series of cavities, that he had hoped dwarves would come to inhabit , that filled with water.  It is for this reason that no dwarves live in the Nirmenith Mountains like elsewhere in Santharia.”

"But the Faerhorál did not stop when the lands were flat again, and he lifted the ground skyward, forming a huge mountain that overlooked even the highest peak of the Nirmenith Mountains.  The fire inside blasted  the top of the mountain away to reach the sun and to reunite with her again, but she was too far away, and so the part of the fiery essence of Injèrá fell back to the earth in many small pieces.  It died there and when it cooled it turned black, nor'sidian black, and is still today.  The fire attempts to escape its rocky prison whenever it can, all over the  mountain’s surface, especially at a place, where the soil is not much thicker than a few peds, near the Lands of Pain."

“Upon seeing all this destruction, Baveras wept, and despaired when she looked at the black cone, where once life was plentiful…”


Adopted from “How the Aj'Nuvic Grounds Came Into Being” and "The Creation of the Norong'Sorno" in the Shendar Book of Myths, by Talia Sturmwind, Firewyre and Others

Ta'las

Edited by: Talas Anthavin at: 9/22/05 1:06


Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Capher on September 23, 2005, 01:31:22 AM
Capher could clearly hear the tale that Ta'las told and he knew them as well, but he knew them in a different way as he had flown high above the sky watching it all.  Not knowing, why it was occuring, just watching.  At the time he was not curious enough about why things happened, he was just curious to see things happen.

As he held open the curtain between the two dimensions he thought he could see Talia walking towrad him; she was holding onto a cane?  Capher wondered about that, but he called anyway. "Talia! Yes, keep on coming.  You are doing fine. Just keep on walking toward me.  Do not stop, just keep on walking."

Capher.



Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Garrek Driel on September 24, 2005, 06:20:22 PM
Granted, his mercenary had simply stopped for a moment, looked on disinterestedly, and moved away to satiate his violent nature, but Garrek himself was hooked. Now, instead of standing afar off, he leaned against the threshhold of a large portal, and watches in complete amazement at what must be a spiritual healing. A man, a desert man is spending his voice, spinning tales of the Shendar gods and their many and various conflicts, while another man, strangely catching in a homely way, stands over their patient. In a corner sits a woman with bright red hair, to all appearances dozing off easily.

These oddities, for an elven home, are not the greatest of what he sees, for although this is not the first time he has noticed it, this is the first time he realizes that the aj'nuvic, beast of the desert, seems somehow attached to the patient. What must be some kind of rodent scurries about and is gone. A power of... something, some kind of power, one accessed and felt only by one's psyche, is present in full force.

Deep down, Garrek feels an alien, yet pleasant sensation, like a stirring, or possibly nearly like a tiny spark of light, to make an analogy, inside of him. An involuntary smile plays its way onto his face, giving his predatorial features an almost pleasing look. His bright colors hang loosely about his shoulders as he is lost, not in any one thing, but in the scene itself. With the passing of time, he feels the tiniest prick of... like a tightness, in his throat, and a misty feel covers his eyes. A truly touching scene, his mind for a moment completely forgetting the stone in a bag at his side, or the blade he handed to the mercenary elf.

Of course I have nothing against you personally, but I'm afraid I've told you more than is safe...



Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Capher on September 27, 2005, 04:17:22 AM
Capher did not know how long he stood there holding back the curtain between the two dimensions, but he knew it was long enough that his real self was tiring and that meant that he was tiring as well and he could not hold back the tear he had created between these dimensions for very long; even now the tear was starting to repair itself.

Capher could see Talia coming, but she was moving very slowly.  He called one last time. "Hurry Talia, I do not know how long I can hold this open."


Outside, Capher's eyes flickered open and his knees buckled. He groaned and then with superhuman strength, he straightned them again, closed his eyes and then went into a trance like state again.

Capher.



Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Ta'lia of the Seven Jewels on September 27, 2005, 05:44:22 AM

The path is less steep, but Talia is near the end with her vigours, and so she stops to rest a bit to get more air into her lungs. She trembles while resting, and though she is still standing, to take a next step seems to surpass her vigours. There, not too far away, the path seems to end, though she can‘t seem where. There is a spot which doesn‘t look this dusty grey, but has somehow a different quality. she don‘t know why, but she knows, that this is her goal, and if she only would manage to get there... But  she fears, that a next step might be fatal, for she would have to lift her staff. While looking, she has the impression, that this „spot“ is getting dimmer - can this be, and what does it mean? Tears come up again, and this time they are running down her cheeks.
Suddenly, she listens closer to the Shendar voice., it seems clearer now..



"But the Faerhorál did not stop when the lands were flat again, and he lifted the ground skyward, forming a huge mountain that overlooked even the highest peak of the Nirmenith Mountains. The fire inside blasted the top of the mountain away to reach the sun and to reunite with her again, but she was too far away, and so the part of the fiery essence of Injèrá fell back to the earth in many small pieces. It died there and when it cooled it turned black, nor'sidian black, and is still today. The fire attempts to escape its rocky prison whenever it can, all over the mountain’s surface, especially at a place, where the soil is not much thicker than a few peds, near the Lands of Pain."



Faerhorál: She knows the story the Shendar tells, but now the obvious springs to her mind - should that „man“ who burned her have been a demon, maybe this Demon Lord himself? Was it him who pushed or dragged her into this dusty grey-reddish land? Talia is devoted to Baveras as all Shendar are , and this Demon Lord is violating not only Foiros rights, but insulting Baveras herself. If he wins, Baveras would loose... and so driven by the love to her goddess, Talia takes a next step, and a next, and suddenly it goes easier than before, especially, when she hears Capher's voice again, this time much louder and more - convincing



"Talia! Yes, keep on coming. You are doing fine. Just keep on walking toward me. Do not stop, just keep on walking."


She is nearly at this strange spot, though still several peds away, when it starts to change its colour, gets slowly duller.. and then she hears Capher‘s voice:


"Hurry Talia, I do not know how long I can hold this open."


And Talia runs towards the spot, but it is changing fast, too fast. With a last effort she throws her staff, created out of the love of a aj‘nuvic,   at the spot, which brightens for a moment, gaining its old quality back and Talia is running into the mist.


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A shiver goes through the body lying for so long motionless in the elven recreation room. The breast are moving again, rising and a sigh comes out of a dry throat. And Talia opens her eyes.

Her view falls at a Capher in trance , and a faint smile broadens her face.

„Capher!“

On the other side of her bed sits a man, whom she has never seen before, but she knows without doubt, that he was the voice she had heard , which helped her to escape Faerhorál grip. Her smile broadens even more, and she says with a faint voice:

„Friend! Thank you! “

But the exhaustion was to great , so she simply falls from one moment to the next in a deep sleep, the dunemouse lifts shortly its head before sleeping on, and a relieved aj‘nuvic caresses her face again.

***Astropic of the day***
"For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path   that may have heart. There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length. And there I travel looking, looking, breathlessly. ~Don Juan"



Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Talas Anthavin on September 27, 2005, 10:15:22 AM
Ta'las smiles at Talia and sits back in relief.  Though he had hoped to speak with her, he is glad that she has recovered and now is sleeping, rather than laying lifelessly on her bed.  

He looks over at Capher, who appears tired and wan.  "Well done, my friend!"  The Shendar rises and offers a hand to help Capher up.  "Let us get you to a place that you can rest, Capher."

Ta'las looks over at one of the elves left in the room.  "Is there a place my friend here can rest?"

Ta'las



Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Garrek Driel on September 27, 2005, 11:35:22 PM
Garrek wipes a forming tear, stands erect. "An amazing feat, my friends. After such a heartwarming display, I do believe your friend deserves a rest, and yourself as well. Come, I believe I have just the thing. That is, if you can make your own way. If not, I'm sure I can manage. I am a man of many means."

He smiles in his most warm, friendly smile, his predatorial features clear of the almost omnipresent serpentine guile they usually hold.

Of course I have nothing against you personally, but I'm afraid I've told you more than is safe...



Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: In the Quallian on September 28, 2005, 12:47:22 AM
Muriel was sitting next to Lady Artemos‘ bed, praying for both, his patient, and the successful recovery of the other woman under their care.Strange things were happening over there, the old man, their new guest, was displaying light effects he had never seen before. And their calling for this woman - they seemed never to be at a point, where they wanted to give up. The recitation of the myths, did they really think, that would bring the woman back from wherever she was? But he was feeling, that great magic was at work, that the fabric of space itself was altered. So he just sat quietly after some while, and waited for what would come. After a long time, so it seemed to him, and to his surprise, the woman opened her eyes and greeted the men around her bed, before she fell in a deep sleep. Her both friends were relieved, as was to be expected.

The Shendar finally asks into the room for a place to rest for his friend Capher. Muriel gets up to answer and show them the beds in an adjacent room, as another elf standing on the doorsill he hasn‘t been aware of before steps in and offers Ta‘las and Capher a place to rest.Muriel is very astonished. he hasn‘t seen this ..‘short‘ elf before, who is it? And who send him? Curious he decides to follow them. He looks at Avi‘Sharu, who is still here as well and at Lieofin who has retreated in a niche of the room from where he had observed most what had happened - and Lieofin nods at Muriel without saying a word.

“ You don‘t mind if I come with you? those two might need my help to get some rest quickly.“ he asks the foreigner.



Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Capher on September 28, 2005, 04:07:22 AM
Capher was being led by Ta'las almost like a child to another room.  His powers were drained, but as if in a dream, he heard Talia's voice call his name.  Then she said something to Ta'las and fell into a deep sleep.  There were others who walked behind Ta'las and he and somewhere deep within himself he felt...something.  Something familiar, but his weakened condition did not allow him to find it.  He was placed upon a cot and he looked around at the faces; the only one he knew was Ta'las's.  As he looked at each person, mostly elves, he again felt that familiar pull.  It was the pull of the Heart!  He is so tired, exhaustion overcomes him, and before he falls into the deep dark abyss of sleep he whispers, "I can feel the Heart."  

Capher.



Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Talas Anthavin on September 28, 2005, 09:03:22 AM
Ta'las supports Capher with his left side and nods to Garrek.  "Thank you, my friend will need to rest now."  He furrows his brow, however, when Muriel stands and asks to join them.  A quick glance at Terra's healer tells him that Muriel does not recognize this elf.

"Thanks to both of you.  I must insist that we find a place close by, however.  My friend is nearly asleep, and we do not wish to be separated from the others.  We will be returning in the morning at any rate."  The Shendar adjusts his weapon with his free hand.

He looks back into the room where Lieofin is watching over Terra and Talia.  "Lieofin, we will return tomorrow morning, once Capher has regained his strength."

Then he looks back at Garrek and Muriel.  "I am ready.  Please lead on."

Ta'las

Edited by: Talas Anthavin at: 9/28/05 1:05


Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Ta'lia of the Seven Jewels on September 28, 2005, 06:50:22 PM
Muriel:

"There is a room next to this one!" Muriel answers, and he leads the two tired men into the next room, where several beds are ready to be taken.

***Astropic of the day***
"For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path   that may have heart. There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length. And there I travel looking, looking, breathlessly. ~Don Juan"



Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Garrek Driel on September 28, 2005, 08:08:22 PM
Garrek stops cold, immediately before he can lead them away. Here, in the place of the healers? Ridiculous. Granted, the only reason he thinks this is because he knows that eventually, someone will recognize him, and when they do, he will lose favor with them. Turning to Muriel, he smiles his deceptive, friendly smile, and offers, "Let me, then, fetch us all a little food, although I do believe our friends would rather rest this moment."

Of course I have nothing against you personally, but I'm afraid I've told you more than is safe...



Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Talas Anthavin on September 29, 2005, 11:12:22 AM
Ta'las leads Capher over to a cot and helps him lay down.  Then, after placing a blanket over his friend, Ta'las rises to face the two elves.  He overhears the elf offer to bring some food.

"That would be greatly appreciated," Ta'las says to the elf.  "I hope I did not sound too ungrateful in refusing your offer of a place to rest, but it is best for all of us if we remain together."

The Shendar holds out a hand in greeting to Garrek.  "I am Ta'las, son of An'thavin of the Shen'Khasi, and it is a pleasure to meet you.  Your offer was gracious."  He then looks to Muriel.  "All of you have been most gracious," Ta'las adds with a warm, but tired smile.

Ta'las yawns and mumbles an apology.  He then lays down on a cot next to Capher and, sword close at hand, falls into a light sleep.

Ta'las



Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Garrek Driel on September 29, 2005, 11:59:22 PM
"And I Garrek," he manages, before simply falling silent and waiting for the man to get to sleep. Complete sleep will not matter; if he is only partially asleep, yet ready, it can not hinder whatever Garrek plans next because, quite simply, Garrek has no hostile plans for them - not immediately, anyway. He nods to Muriel as he nears the door, saying only, with an amused smile, "I'll be back shortly. I swear, I've never accompanied a more interesting group. And in less than an hour, already he considers me a member of his party!"

Garrek steps out, wanders a good distance away, and breathes deeply. For some reason, his bright colors have not attracted excessive attention, and this is good. Still, he must be cautious. His first stop is an imposing little structure, housing the Jhehellrhim elf he has hired. Additional instructions are on the way. "They won't be moving soon. I must keep them close to study them. With each passing hour, they grow more interesting."

The elf laughs silently as Garrek leaves. Already he can smell blood, and it excites him. Garrek shakes his head as another structure, in a completely different part of the elven city-complex comes into view. These people are much easier to deal with, more predictable. The Jhehellrhim may excite easily at blood, but these elves will bend backwards for coin. Figuratively, of course.

Once inside, Garrek summons the store-keeper from his slumber, and makes his demands for Kao-Kao, and two firkins of cream. Stumbling about, the half-elven shopkeeper finds the goods and places them on the counter, naming his price. With an evil grin, Garrek pays him. The surprise will come when he counts his coin, and soon he will be falling into the pit Garrek has just initiated for him, the endless pit of succumbing to this side of the lawful trade.

With his ill-gotten goods, Garrek moves quickly back to the place of healers, stopping just outside of the room where he left the group, checking to see if anyone is still awake. Softly, he queries, "Hello?"

Of course I have nothing against you personally, but I'm afraid I've told you more than is safe...



Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Ta'lia of the Seven Jewels on September 30, 2005, 12:01:22 AM
Muriel

Muriel goes back to Lieofin, inquiring him about the strange elf. But Lieofin doesn't know anything either, but asks him instead, to keep an eye on him. Aer'ylferian isn't a city this big - normally everybody knews everybody, so a stranger can't hide here.

When Muriel slips out of the room, he sees, that this "Garrek " is back, standing just outside with a mug of cream and kao-kao, asking for the permission to enter with a soft "Hello"

"Oh, you brought some refreshments for our guests? They might be asleep, however. what about coming back tomorow morning? Then even Talia might have rested long enough to wake up."

And with a friendly smile he leaves him, not looking back, if he enters the room or not. But he will

***Astropic of the day***
"For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path   that may have heart. There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length. And there I travel looking, looking, breathlessly. ~Don Juan"

Edited by: Talia Sturmwind  at: 9/29/05 16:02


Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Garrek Driel on September 30, 2005, 04:46:22 AM
He nods, of course, tonight would never have done, but his plan is to arouse them with it, and so he enters, and stores it. Having done so, he simply sits, leaning against something, and eventually slips off into unconsciousness.

Of course I have nothing against you personally, but I'm afraid I've told you more than is safe...



Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Talas Anthavin on October 04, 2005, 12:55:22 PM
Ta'las looks out across a still lake and smiles softly.  Above him, the desert sky is clear, filled with Injera's brilliance, and the blades of ar'pun lining the lake rustle in a gentle breeze.  The fall air still feels warm on his face, though the wind portents of winter to come.

"You have made progress, young one."

The Shendar looks over at the elderly priestess standing off to his right.  "Young one?  It has been long since I slew a ráhaz-estár, mother-sister."

The priestess shakes her head and laughs softly.  "I do not speak the passing of time, Ta'las, but rather of the accumulation of wisdom.  You still have much to do."

Ta'las sighs and looks back over the lake.  "Your water mirror is still today, priestess.  Do you have nothing to show me?"

"You know I cannot do that, Ta'las.  I have no influence over your dreams - you have brought me here.  You have created this," she replies, holding her hands out wide.

"You mean this is -"

"Just a dream, Ta'las.  Nothing more."

"So you are not here to lay another task before me?" he asks, feigning disappointment.

"No," the priestess answers back, but this time her voice is much more distant.  "Your path is yours now to make."

When he looks back, his mother-sister is gone.

***********************************************************

Ta'las wakes and quietly rolls out of bed.  Capher lies on the cot next to him, and in one corner of the room the strange elf rests.  His friend is still deep in sleep, and though he does not look ill, Ta'las decides to let him rest.

The Shendar pulls on his boots and straps on his weapon.  Then, shrugging his small pack over his shoulder, Ta'las quietly strides into the room next to his where Talia and Terra are asleep.

Both women are resting quietly, but Ta'las is drawn over to Talia, when her aj'nuvic looks up and calls softly.  "I see you are up before everyone, my friend," he says with a smile.  Out of respect for Talia, the Shendar does not attempt to reach for the beast - yesterday was an exceptional occurrence.  Still, he does sit on the stool next to her bed where he was the previous evening.

"Talia Sturmwind," he says firmly, again reverting to his Shendar dialect.  Then he smirks.  "Will you force me to tell more children's tales, or will you wake on your own?"

Ta'las



Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Garrek Driel on October 04, 2005, 02:17:22 PM
With the slightest of sound, Garrek stirs. How long has he been asleep? Silently, he curses himself for having inadvertently passed out and opened himself wide to assassination. Wiping the scowl off his face, he returns to the goods he purchased the previous night, and stepping carefully around in the place of healers, quickly finds somewhere to begin its preparation. Within minutes, the scent of heating Kao-Kao is permeating the air.

Of course I have nothing against you personally, but I'm afraid I've told you more than is safe...



Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Ta'lia of the Seven Jewels on October 04, 2005, 08:38:22 PM
Talia‘s sleep is deep, and her dreams are pleasant.

She is back in the desert, enjoying the still cool water of the biggest of the lakes of the Seven Jewels. Soon Injèrá will set down, then the fires will be lit, the meals prepared and after that - old myths and stories told, for today they have a famous visitor, Aileen, a  Baveras‘ Aid and great story teller . The time goes by and Ailleen is starting to narrate...


“Though Etherus had no desire to side with Foiros or to help him in any way, for he was much too self-serving, he could not stand to see Baveras's joy. With malice in his heart, Etherus went to look upon these mountains. An evil grin spread across his beautiful face, as he stepped on the mountain range with his right foot, and left a large depression just south of the mountains with his left.”

“Dismayed, Baveras looked upon the broken mountain tops and the large valley that had formed south of the Nirmenith Mountains, as Etherus strode away laughing.”


Something is wrong, but Talia in her dream doesn‘t know first.. then, Aileen's voice is wrong!

Talia knows now that she is dreaming, and tries to get out of this strange dream. Then, suddenly, the same voice as in her dream asks her:

“Talia Sturmwind. Will you force me to tell more children's tales, or will you wake on your own?"

Talia has her eyes still closed, only slowly surfacing reality again. She needs some time to recollect her thoughts. Then the meaning of the words she just heard come again to her mind, she recognises the voice and she says, eyes still closed, but with a smile on her lips.

„Yes, please!“

But then she opens her eyes and looks at the Shendar who had helped so much to bring her back. She smiles at him, though her faces hurts slightly with the new skin which grew so far on an unmoved face and puts her hand on his knee.

„Thank you so much, Shendar brother, for telling me the stories I loved to hear so much when sitting around our fires. You helped so much to bring me back. I will never forget how your voice is sounding. But I don‘t know you. You are not from the Seven Jewels, aren‘t you?“

***Astropic of the day***
"For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path   that may have heart. There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length. And there I travel looking, looking, breathlessly. ~Don Juan"

Edited by: Talia Sturmwind  at: 10/4/05 12:40


Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Terra Artemos on October 05, 2005, 03:50:22 PM
Terra is aroused from her slumber by the sound of voices in the room, one is Talia’s familiar voice, the other she can only distantly recall hearing before but would never be able to place who’s it was or where she had hear it. As she opened her eyes it takes her a few more moments that usual to gain her bearings, the last time she saw the room it pitched and distorted by her pain, but once she has her bearings Terra sits up. Terra feels stiff and knows she has likely been sleeping for some time so she does not rush herself in getting up, scanning the room and picking up details that were too distorted before to notice. Feeling ready to try her stiff legs Terra reverently lifts her Moon Blade from where it had been laid beside her, and makes her way to where Talia still lays talking to the shender man Terra could only vaguely remember traveling with, and stops beside him. As Terra looks upon Talia a shadow of a smile briefly crosses her face before she speaks in her cool even tone.

“It is good to see you well again. I am not sure of how aware you were in your condition, but I found Capher while you were being healed here.”



'I am grey. All but those like me see only darkness and light, they do not see the grey between them. In this greyness I dwell. I would not wish this fate on any other.'



Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Capher on October 06, 2005, 12:17:22 AM
It was Capher's ears that first opened to conciousness as he heard muted voices then it was the unmistakable sense of the presence of Thalambath's Heart that opened his eyes.  He stared up at a low wooden ceiling and it took just a little time to recall where he was.  He had been so focused upon Talia, that he had not even noticed where they had taken him, but he remembered now, and the presence of the Heart was very strong.

He half-sat up and looked where the presence was coming from and noticed an elf, no a half elf, wearing silver robes with a maroon tipped cape.  The elf's face had, from the profile, a hawkish appearance to it and he seemed to be listening as well to the voices coming from the other room.  Capher not willing to startle the elf, asked quietly. "The Heart. I assume you have been given the responsibility of protecting it.  Though I do not know your name I am eternally grateful for your assistance.  I have been away...too long, I fear.  By the way my name is Capher.  Shall we join our friends and then you can tell me yours.  I am most anxious to talk with and see them, especially Talia."

Capher.



Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Ta'lia of the Seven Jewels on October 06, 2005, 06:33:22 AM
“ Terra!“

The Shendar didn‘t have time to answer, when Terra stepped beside her bed. Talia stretches out her her hand to Terra.

“ Terra, sit down, my friend. I think I‘m still too weak to get up.  You say, Capher is here? And - is he the old one? You know the circumstances we lost him last time... ..  I saw him, in the place I was, wherever it was, I doubt I want to know it. He visited me, he told me who I am, for I had forgotten who I am, had forgotten that I am a person at all. He called me by my name and gave it back to me - but you ..“ and with this she turns to Ta‘las “ your stories persuaded me, that it was the effort worth to go up this dusty and steep path. Capher told me, who I am, and your voice brought the memories back. But there was another help, a white staff, and in it where carved the pictures of aj‘nuvics and dune mice. !“

Talia smiles and looks up to her aj, which is standing now at her head, nibbling at her growing, but still very short hair.

“ Swing, my dear, you are here as well! And I feel a warm spot on my chest, I think I know, who that is!“

Looking from Ta‘las to Terra, Talia says:

“ I want to know so much, all about you, whose name I still don‘t know, and all from what you encountered, Terra, since we left. What about Hajarian, is he still with you, and where is Koldar?“

She looks inquiring into Terras face, eager to hear something about their friends, especially Koldar, she has to admit to herself.





***Astropic of the day***
"For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path   that may have heart. There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length. And there I travel looking, looking, breathlessly. ~Don Juan"



Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Terra Artemos on October 06, 2005, 08:49:22 AM
Terra kneels beside Talia's bed, and clasps her extended hand.

“You have been through a lot, rest as you feel you need to. In the mean time I will tell you what I can of what has happened since you left, though my memory since the fight in Chylikis is not very clear.”

Releasing Talia’s hand Terra gathers her memories, and then begins to speak again.

“I vaguely recall fleeing Chylikis with Koldar, Nehtor‘s temple coming under attack in the distance and taking refuge with a hermit in his cottage outside the city in some woods. Koldar was eager to try and catch up with you so we agreed that he should go on ahead, and I would stay and get the rest I needed, I have not seen him since we may yet meet farther north. I am not certain when, but Hajarian caught up with me before I left to catch up with Koldar, and it was Hajarian that guided me into this forest. Then things start to get fuzzy again, I remember catching up with you but you were already badly hurt and unconscious when we reached the clearing. We tried to fight off the demon I think, I remember and elf child, and loosing the heart but little more before waking up in this city.

After I woke I was taken to see the High Circle with your companion Teri, I told them what I could of what is going on. I was drawn back to where you first encountered the demon that hurt you and when I was done Teri, Lieofin an elf mage and member of the High Circle returned there where we found Capher and this man had set up camp. After that we returned, Teri stayed in Geaf-a-ch'ian with and injured man that the others must have encountered while I slept, and we rush back to your side hearing news that you were not doing well.”

Terra turns to Ta’las.

“I am sorry but I do not recall your name.”



'I am grey. All but those like me see only darkness and light, they do not see the grey between them. In this greyness I dwell. I would not wish this fate on any other.'



Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Talas Anthavin on October 06, 2005, 11:41:22 AM
Ta'las smiles as he listens to Terra and Talia speak, and he moves aside a little to allow them speak.  It is obvious from their candor they are good friends.

"I am Ta'las," he says when Terra addresses him.  He looks between the two friends.  "Son of An'thavin, of the Shen' Khasi.  You are right, Talia, I am from Uderza, far north and west of the lands of the Shen' Siuu.  And it is a pleasure to meet both of you," he adds with a small nod of his head.

Expecting them to be curious of his arrival, he continues.  "I was bidden to find you here, in the Quallian, amongst the elves by my mother-sister, a priestess of Baveras.  She showed me an image of you and this city in a water mirror, and told me that perhaps I could be of help to you."

He smiles.  "It is Terra and Capher whom you should give thanks to.  It was Terra that found us wandering the lands south of the elven forest, and Capher whose magic brought you from your sleep."  Then he winks, "I am surprised my stories did not keep you from waking."

The Shendar leans back, resting his hands on his knees.  "The pair of you have put yourself into an interesting situation here, and I cannot help but wonder what it is that brings you to these lands.  Whatever that reason is, I believe it why I was sent."


Ta'las



Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Garrek Driel on October 06, 2005, 01:57:22 PM
Garrek's response is to look at the old man in question, the words, "The Heart?" escaping him before he realizes the old man has more than just vague intuition into whatever the gemstone is, now known as The Heart. He nods, and says softly, yet aloud, "It is well."

He thinks for a moment before responding, "I doubt my name will be of much importance to you or your friends. Your presence here, I understand, is only passing; what use to burden each other with pointless memories when our minds should be clear for so much else? That aside," Garrek extends toward the man a cup of hot Kao-Kao with a considerable amount of cream in his left, and his right to help the old man up. "Need I assist you in reaching your friends, Capher?"

Garrek has been listening, naturally, but makes no note. That Aueniteri is with them is obvious; and when she returns from whatever errand must have detained her, thing will become even more amusing. This thought never reaches his face, but he simply smiles in a friendly manner at Capher, awaiting the old man's response.

Of course I have nothing against you personally, but I'm afraid I've told you more than is safe...

Edited by: Aueniteri at: 10/6/05 5:59


Title: Re: Reunion
Post by: Ta'lia of the Seven Jewels on October 06, 2005, 11:48:22 PM
Many thoughts are swirling in Talias head - too much information at the same time keeps her mind racing. Ta‘las was sent by a Baveras‘ Aid to help her? She couldn‘t be this important that the gods themselves interfered? But at the same time the heart is lost? Koldar did look for her and the heart, but didn‘t find her? Her heart makes a jump - would she ever see him again. She hadn‘t thought of that possibility when leaving Chylikis on her own - would she have done it nevertheless? Sorrow fills her heart with the thought, that he might be lost for her for ever, but then hope comes back immediately as well - didn‘t Capher come back - and that had been less likely. And Teri seems to be safe as well. But she hasn‘t asked yet, what happened to Avour. Her thoughts are turning back to Ta‘las,still wondering, why he is here.

„Ta‘las, I know Uderza, I travelled a lot in the Shendar Lands, it might well be, that we met each other in Rah‘mat some time, not knowing that our path would meet in the future. But your question, what brought us in this ‚interesting situation‘, as you called it“ and she grins at him  saying these words „is not easy to answer. Maybe Terra can tell it to you, but Capher surely knows more than we all do. But I don‘t know, what he wants to tell you. What are you planning to do now, that what you were told to do is done, Ta‘las? “And turning to Terra, she asks her: „Terra, where is Capher?“

***Astropic of the day***
"For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path   that may have heart. There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length. And there I travel looking, looking, breathlessly. ~Don Juan"



Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Terra Artemos on October 07, 2005, 09:22:22 AM
Terra listens intently to Ta’las and Talia as they discuss their origins, she can not remember Talia mentioning her origins in such detail, but Terra figures it must simply been because one must know the land to know where these places are. Terra decides that any explanation of their journey is best left till Capher is present and responds to Talia’s question first.

“I am not sure, I succumbed to the injury is suffered in Chylikis short after returning here, I really do not remember much of what happened after we returned. I would guess because we were injured we were left to rest here, and Capher may be sleeping somewhere else.”

Turning to Ta’las, Terra answers his question simply.

“Anything to do with our journey is likely best left till Capher is present. He seems to know a lot more than we do, and my memory of things has not yet totally cleared and I fear with the nature of my injury some memory may not return.”



'I am grey. All but those like me see only darkness and light, they do not see the grey between them. In this greyness I dwell. I would not wish this fate on any other.'

Edited by: Terra Artemos at: 10/7/05 1:28


Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Talas Anthavin on October 07, 2005, 10:18:22 AM
Ta'las nods.  "Yes, we can wait for Capher.  He is sleeping in the room next to us, and though I would like to wake him to hear of your quest, I will leave him be."  Ta'las looks over at Talia.  "He spent a good deal of energy healing your injuries, and was exhausted when he was finished."

"As for what I intend, I would remain with all of you, if you will have me.  Capher and I have become friends.  Though I sometimes find the old man to be a bit odd, I find him to be a fine travelling companion."

Ta'las looks back at Terra.  "I noticed you seemed out of balance when we first met in the forest.  Perhaps Capher can also help you once you've rested."  Then softly, he adds, "It is sad to see one so young with such wounds.  I hope one day you are able to live free of them."

Then the Shendar's stomach rumbles.  "I am sorry ladies, but I must eat or we will not hear the end of it."  He strides to the doorway to seek out one of the elves.

Ta'las

Edited by: Talas Anthavin at: 10/9/05 13:57


Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Ta'lia of the Seven Jewels on October 07, 2005, 04:50:22 PM
Talia chuckles, following with her eyes the leaving Ta'las.

"Terra, what do you think, should we tell Ta'las that Capher is a shapeshifter ot let him find out by himself?  And yes, something to eat would not be bad, I think I haven't anything for centuries!"

***Astropic of the day***
"For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path   that may have heart. There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length. And there I travel looking, looking, breathlessly. ~Don Juan"



Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Terra Artemos on October 08, 2005, 08:36:22 AM
Fearing that her still somewhat stiff legs would not allow her to stand if she kneeled where she was any longer Terra stands and watches as Ta’las departs to find something to eat, then turns back to Talia’s question.

“I would think if Capher wants him to know he will tell Ta’las himself. I am not sure about you but if I could change my shape at will I would be hesitant to tell everyone I met. Not everyone would react as well to it as we have, and I am sure there is more to Capher himself he has not yet told us.”

Terra shifts her weight and stretches lightly trying to go her limbs to loosen up from her long sleep.

“I am sorry I do not have more news of Koldar. I still hope we will meet up later, and though you have not yet asked, I believe Avour is safe. We left her with the hermit, I am sure that if trouble were to come for her she can take care of herself in the woods, I made the hermit promise to teach Avour other means of healing other than her blood and made it quite clear that his fate would be grim if I learned that he mistreated here.”



'I am grey. All but those like me see only darkness and light, they do not see the grey between them. In this greyness I dwell. I would not wish this fate on any other.'



Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Ta'lia of the Seven Jewels on October 08, 2005, 06:06:22 PM
„Oh, that at least is good news! But I miss her dearly. She sighs deeply.“I don‘t know, what I would have done back in Chylikis, if I had known, that I would loose so many good friends, she was like a daughter to me, or a little sister.“

Tears are coming to her eyes, as she feels the sudden loss of both, Avour, the little sister and Koldar, with whom she had fallen in love, though she had never admitted it, not even to herself. But she suppresses them - it is not the time to cry now.

Talia closes her eyes for a moment to regain her posture, then reopening them again, she looks at Terra with a sad smile.

“Terra, we two are the only ones who stayed together on this long journey for most of the time - apart form the last few weeks. Thank you for being my true companion for so long. Though we have Capher back now - it would make me feel lonely, if you would vanish as well, despite a couple of new friends around.“

After few seconds, she adds with a totally different, dry  tone:

“I‘m hungry - didn‘t Ta‘las want to fetch something to eat?“

***Astropic of the day***
"For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path   that may have heart. There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length. And there I travel looking, looking, breathlessly. ~Don Juan"



Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Terra Artemos on October 09, 2005, 04:35:22 AM
Finally feeling the stiffness of her long sleep stretched from her limbs Terra takes a seat on the stool Ta’las had once occupied.

“I too care greatly for her that is why I decided it was best for her to say behind. The journey has become too dangerous, and she looks to us too much to decide to use her blood to heal up if we are injured. The hermit will teach her alternatives to spilling her own blood, and will teach her to make the choice of using her blood on her own. It was never a choice we should have been making for her. Perhaps when this is all over we can go visit her.”

Terra simply nods at Talia’s thanks for her companionship.

“I to care greatly for your companionship Talia, there are few that I would risk such great agony as I have endure, and even bringing the living death upon myself for, I am honored to say that you are one of them.”

At Talia’s mention of being hungry Terra gets up and retrieve her pack that had been placed by her bed. Sitting once again on the stool Terra rummages through her pack, finally retrieving a small bundle containing some strips of dried meat and setting her pack down on the floor.

“As am I, I have not eaten well in the last few days. I have some dried meat, it’s not a lot but it will stay our hunger till Ta’las returns. I am sure he will bring something for us to.”

Opening the bundle Terra takes a piece and holds the open bundle out in offering so that Talia can take a piece if she likes.



'I am grey. All but those like me see only darkness and light, they do not see the grey between them. In this greyness I dwell. I would not wish this fate on any other.'



Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Ta'lia of the Seven Jewels on October 09, 2005, 08:19:22 AM
“Thank you Terra, I‘ll take some, till our breakfast arrives..“

But when Talia tries to eat it, a soft furred head is coming from behind her, snatching it out of her hand.

“SWING!“ Talia calls out, but then she starts laughing.

“It‘s alright,Terra, maybe I should not start with meat after having had any substantial things for some time.I will wait till Ta‘las comes back. Thanks  anyway! “

***Astropic of the day***
"For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path   that may have heart. There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length. And there I travel looking, looking, breathlessly. ~Don Juan"



Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Terra Artemos on October 10, 2005, 07:28:22 AM
Terra watches as Swing snatches the strip of dried meat from Talia’s hand, then nods in agreement that meat may not be to agreeable with Talia’s stomach after likely not eating in days. She looks suddenly to Talia as if just remembering something, by her movements it was obviously something she thought Talia should know, but it does not seem urgent.

“Your sword is missing as well. I still can’t recall where or how but I just have the vague recollection of it being taken, or simply being missing, I am not certain.”

Terra tears off a piece of the dried meat as she waits for Talia’s possible response.



'I am grey. All but those like me see only darkness and light, they do not see the grey between them. In this greyness I dwell. I would not wish this fate on any other.'



Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Ta'lia of the Seven Jewels on October 12, 2005, 06:11:22 AM
“My sword!“Talia calls out! But then she suddenly remembers, that the demon wanted the heart, and that she didn‘t want to give it to him.

“Terra, did you say, just a few minutes ago, that the heart is lost? I think I just overheard it, for I didn‘t want to be it true. The sword is not so important as the heart, though I will miss it greatly as well. Did you find it - it should be at the place, where we fled the demon, Teri and me? But what will happen, if the heart is lost.? Did the demon get it?“

All the joy of being alive again has vanished, reality has caught up to early. Talia lies back again, not knowing what to think now of their whole situation - and their fate.

***Astropic of the day***
"For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path   that may have heart. There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length. And there I travel looking, looking, breathlessly. ~Don Juan"



Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Terra Artemos on October 12, 2005, 01:53:22 PM
Terra can only nod in confirmation that the Heart was lost, and waits for Talia to finish her jumble of questions, before starting at the beginning where her memory was clearer.

“I did find your sword and your mouse, but I lost the sword while we were trying to fight off the demon.”

Pausing for a moment Terra tries to piece together her fragmented and hazy memories of the fight.

“After we saw you fall, Hajarian and I charged in at the demon in elfs  form, and I was knocked from Coores back. I knew I could not continue to fight and saw you laying stricken in the clearing, so I rushed to your side and grabbed the Heart. The demon cane for me though…”

She absently rubs where her belt would normally encircle her waist as she tries with ever increasing difficulty to piece together her memories.

“The demon attack me with a stream of fire, not how it attacked you but more… carefully. The Heart fell, I tried to grab it and escape some how, but it was snatched away by a small hand. I… I think I chased a child into the woods… Did he have the Heart?”

It is clear that the gaps in Terra’s memory were getting larger and leaving more uncertainty between them.

“I remember the child, Hajarian, heat, then no heat, saying something… I’m sorry I can’t tell you anything more useful. I don’t think the demon got the Heart, not directly anyway.”

Terra lifts her Moon Blade and lays it across her lap resting her hand gently on it, all in a manner that would vaguely resemble a child holding a cherished blanket close for comfort.



'I am grey. All but those like me see only darkness and light, they do not see the grey between them. In this greyness I dwell. I would not wish this fate on any other.'



Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Ta'lia of the Seven Jewels on October 14, 2005, 11:24:22 PM
Talia sits up again, remaining silent though for quite a while. But then she lays her hand on Terra‘s knee:

„Don‘t be worried, Terra, I think that in the end, all will turn out well, though we may have to suffer till we are there, and we may well encounter losses.“ She stops speaking, thinking at Avour - and again Koldar. With a deep sigh, she continues. „But I am confident, that we will succeed and that we will meet other people who will be our friends, and whom we might have not met without our quest. And now, where is Ta‘las with something to eat? If I don‘t get some food giving me energy, I will never be able to leave this bed!“ And she smiles bravely at Terra.

***Astropic of the day***
"For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path   that may have heart. There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length. And there I travel looking, looking, breathlessly. ~Don Juan"



Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Terra Artemos on October 16, 2005, 06:02:22 AM
Terra seems to take comfort in Talia’s touch, words and her brave smile. Even being a fairly mature woman there is times when her action are little more than those of an uncertain child growing up glazed over with adult bearing. After tearing off another piece of dried meat to try and appease her empty stomach, Terra nods and looks the way Ta’las had gone as she speaks.

“I guess it is true that not every battle in a war is won. With every lost battle something else is lost if only till it’s taken back. What matters is not what is lost in the war but that it is won.”

Terra pauses for a brief moment.

“I do not believe we have lost our war yet, and until we have there is still hope for victory.”

Terra turns back and looks at the small bundle of dried meat, and decides not to upset her stomach any more by continuing to eat it. Talia was of course wise of her age, and such things were not best eaten when one has not eaten well for a time.

"I hope Ta'las returns soon. I can't continue to eat this dried meat if I am to keep anything else down. Do you think Swing would like more?"



'I am grey. All but those like me see only darkness and light, they do not see the grey between them. In this greyness I dwell. I would not wish this fate on any other.'



Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Talas Anthavin on October 16, 2005, 01:02:22 PM
The city of Aer'ylferian is nothing like he has ever seen before, and the Shendar becomes mesmorized with the sights before he realizes he has been gone an inordinately long time.  Ta'las visits Desert Rose and though his Aj'nuvic accepts some food, his bondmate snorts at him when he attempts to brush his fur.

Ta'las steps back and crosses his arms.  "I see.  I will return when you have regained your humor."

Desert Rose snorts at him again, but this time nudges Ta'las arm until the Shendar pats his flank.  "I will return later my friend," Ta'las says gently.  "We have come far, and at least the first part of our journey is finished."

Ta'las finally finds his way back to Talia and Terra's room, after procuring a plate of fresh fruit, cheese, bread and some other elven foods he does not recognize.  The Shendar rushes into the room.  "I am sorry, my friends," he apologizes.  "I have taken far longer than I thought, but this is my first visit to an elven city."

He places the plate of food down on a table, which he pulls over to the two women.  "I have no idea what most of this is, but I have tasted these," he says, pointing to a large, round piece of fruit with red skin.  "And they are quite sweet."

He smiles at Terra and Talia.  "Please eat, my friends."

Ta'las



Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Ta'lia of the Seven Jewels on October 17, 2005, 03:41:22 PM
Talia gives Ta‘las a broad smile and takes immediately one of the tasty looking fruits she doesn‘t know either. Swing gets one as well, though the aj will need other food, the tablet full of good things Ta‘las brought would be gone in a matter of a few minutes if Swing would be allowed to participate.


„Ta‘las, you know, that love goes through the stomach, and I think I love you already now!“ she says squinting towards him.

„Terra, eat, then we will surely win our war! “

Talia smiles to Terra as well, and with the food her  nearly indestroyable good mood comes back, despite all the misfortune and losses encountered lately. At least her wounds, physically and mentally, have healed on the surface. It will take some time though, till the scars of her soul will have vanished as well - at least as far as possible.

***Astropic of the day***
"For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path   that may have heart. There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length. And there I travel looking, looking, breathlessly. ~Don Juan"

Edited by: Talia Sturmwind  at: 10/17/05 7:42


Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Terra Artemos on October 18, 2005, 06:45:22 AM
After what seemed his long absence Ta’las returns with a plate of cheese, bread and fruits that would certainly be easier on their stomachs than the dried meat Terra had been snacking on trying to quell her hunger. Terra nods in appreciation as well as quietly accepting his apology, then watches as Talia take a piece of unfamiliar and shares another with Swing, her good mood seeming to return. Nodding to Talia’s words Terra takes a piece of bread and some cheese.

“I still hold hopes.”

Terra eats her bread and cheese slowly, but it was much easier in her stomach and helped not only to slowly quell her hunger, but ease stomach upset by the heavy dried meat.



'I am grey. All but those like me see only darkness and light, they do not see the grey between them. In this greyness I dwell. I would not wish this fate on any other.'



Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Talas Anthavin on October 18, 2005, 12:38:22 PM
Ta'las smiles at the two women as they eat, pleased that his decision to bring light fare is sitting well with them.  He blushes a little at Talia's statement about love and food, and stammers, uncertain what to say.

After a few moments he replies, "you flatter me, lady Talia." Then he chuckles and adds, "but I must say it has been many years that someone has embarrassed me into not speaking."  

Ta'las chews on another piece of fruit.  "Mmm.  I must find out what those are."  The Shendar takes a second and then looks around uncomfortably as the two women speak of a war they must fight and hopes they hold.

"There is something I would ask of you, but I understand that you do not know me yet and what my intentions are."  He pops a small piece of cheese into his mouth and continues.  "So I will not ask you why you have come here.  I swear though, that I was sent to aid you.  And whatever I can do to help, I will."

Ta'las



Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Capher on October 18, 2005, 10:57:22 PM
Quote:
"It is well."

He thinks for a moment before responding, "I doubt my name will be of much importance to you or your friends. Your presence here, I understand, is only passing; what use to burden each other with pointless memories when our minds should be clear for so much else? That aside"


Capher listens to the mans voice and though it seemed all was well, far in the back of his head a small warning bell began to sound.  Capher sighed, "Perhaps. As long as the Heart is safe," he said taking the Kao-Kao and sipping its flavor. The liquid felt good to his parched throat.  He leaned back and stared at the elf-man who had such smooth manners about himself.  Capher tried to recall if he could tell from what elven tribe the man came from but soon lost interest as he heard voices come from the other room.  His friends! Talia! Terra! and Ta'las! He recognized them all.

He rose, forgetting the most important rule; a man not willing to give his name in friendship, is a man whom you should not trust.  But his desire to be with his friends overthrew all thoughts of caution.  "I suppose all will be revealed in time.  Let us go and see what Seyella has in store for us, shall we?"  Capher asked as he walked out the door and into the other room.

His eyes fell upon Talia, lying upon her cot. Next to her was her AJ Swing and sitting next to her was Terra and Ta'las.  They had a nice portion of food between them all and were talking amongst themselves.  Capher's eyes misted. His friends, old and new.  He wondered about the ones that were not here; Koldar, his first stalwart friend and fierce warrior for good, Avour, the funny, yet largest hearted elf he had ever come across in his travels, Hajarein, the ice elf wizard and so many more that have come and gone.  One who leaves is replaced by another; as if Seyella and the Gods were playing a game.  Capher knew that the Gods played games, but this game was being played by someone and not by the Gods...though Capher could not be sure entirely of that assumption.

Capher raised his hand in anticipation that they might try and rise, "Stay seated my friends and eat.  I too am famished; not only for food, but for information.   Shall we talk while we eat?"

Capher.

Edited by: Capher at: 10/19/05 12:51


Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Terra Artemos on October 19, 2005, 11:27:22 AM
Terra catches sight of Capher as he step into the room, Talia’s words and soft touch was soothing, but having Capher back among them eased her spirit even more. Her hand closes around her Moon Blade in preparation to stand and greet him, but he gestures and bids them to stay seated, so she just takes another bite of cheese and bread.

“Capher, I am sure there is enough for all. Are you alright?”

Terra's manner once again shows its subtle signs of ill ease as she decides to tell Capher they lost the Heart, though her voice was of its usual cool, smooth tone.

"Capher, we lost the heart. I don't think it's in the hands of those we appose, but I am not sure. The memory of it is not clear."

As Terra waits a reply she finishes her bread and cheese, and then takes one of the red fruits Ta’las had mentioned and another piece of bread and cheese. Terra bites into the red fruit finding more then less to her liking, not really being the type for sweet food.



'I am grey. All but those like me see only darkness and light, they do not see the grey between them. In this greyness I dwell. I would not wish this fate on any other.'

Edited by: Terra Artemos at: 10/19/05 19:11


Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Ta'lia of the Seven Jewels on October 19, 2005, 07:21:22 PM
Talia looks puzzled at Capher, when he seems to change  and speaks in a different voice. Somehow she is feeling unwell, hearing him setting so many expectations in her. Sure, she has tried to help, she was wounded, but she didn‘t feel as a princess of the desert, this was not they way, Shendar thought, she had just done what was necessary. When Terra asks him about this Sophronian woman, she is eager to hear his answer, though she had thought for a moment, that he had meant more than just a single person, more a tribe...

***Astropic of the day***
"For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path   that may have heart. There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length. And there I travel looking, looking, breathlessly. ~Don Juan"



Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Garrek Driel on October 20, 2005, 01:24:22 PM
Garrek watches Capher as he enters, and stays long enough to see him greet old friends. Their attention on him, Garrek inconspicuously absents himself from their company. They will meet again; he is sure of it.

Of course I have nothing against you personally, but I'm afraid I've told you more than is safe...



Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Talas Anthavin on October 21, 2005, 12:33:22 PM
Ta'las nods as Capher enters and moves aside a little to allow him to sit close to Terra and Talia.  Capher seems well-rested after their long night, and obviously heartened to see his old travelling companions.  

"It is good to see you well, old man," the Shendar greets with a smile.  "It would be good to have a chat about what it is you intend to do now, my friend.  Especially now that you are more the person I suspect you were before our first meeting outside the Quallian."

Ta'las pops another sweet fruit into his mouth and savors the taste.  "I'm going to have to remember to bring some of these with me when we leave," he says with a smile.

Ta'las



Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Capher on October 24, 2005, 09:55:22 PM
"Capher, we lost the heart. I don't think it's in the hands of those we appose, but I am not sure. The memory of it is not clear."

Capher sits down next to Ta'las a puzzled expression upon his face. "What do you mean Terra? The Heart is right here." He turns and looks back and expected to see the elf who had the Heart right behind him, but he seemed to have disappeared into thin air.  Capher rises quickly and goes back into the room he came out of, he looks and sees no one. is his mind playing tricks again.  He could have sworn that there was someone in his room, and that someone had the Heart was beyond question.

Capher turns back to his friends. "I could have sworn there was a man, a half elf, wearing a silver cape sitting in my room when I awoke.  We spoke and then I came in here. I assumed he would follow.  He seemed to know you all and that he was your friend as well.  Do any of you recognize this man?"  Capher asks. "Or am I losing my..." Capher let it hang.

Capher.

Edited by: Capher at: 10/24/05 13:58


Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Terra Artemos on October 25, 2005, 05:11:22 AM
Terra shakes her head lightly.

"Do not jump to conclusions of loosing your mind, though such a thing happening again worries me, I would not discount that that the person you described existed either. All I can remember is that the Heart was taken by a child, when he did with it I do not know, perhaps this man you descibed is femiliar to the child and so it came to his possession. We must also consider than the Heart was passed to more sinister hands, the demons that have attacked us since your parting came first in elven forms."

Terra conciders her next question very carefully, a deep dread hidden within her, the shadows of fear dancing almost unnoticably on her face.

"If the Heart were to fall into sinister hands, would all be lost? Do we still have a chance to succeed in our endevers?"

Nervicely Terra finishes eating what she had taken, and placing both hands on her Moon Blades wooden scabbard lightly, she pulls it a little closer to her in her lap.



'I am grey. All but those like me see only darkness and light, they do not see the grey between them. In this greyness I dwell. I would not wish this fate on any other.'



Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Talas Anthavin on October 25, 2005, 01:20:22 PM
Ta'las shrugs and looks at Capher.  "If you are losing your mind, then so am I.  The half-elf you spoke of was waiting outside our room last night and then again this morning.  He offered to put us up somewhere in the city, but I refused as I wished us to remain together."

"He looks just as you described him - a half-elf, dressed in bright colors."  Ta'las looks over at Talia with a smirk on his face and jokes, "perhaps he has married a woman from Aeruillin."

"It is unfortunate that he is not here to show us this heart you are speaking of.  If this is your reason for being here, then perhaps we should ask for the half-elf to return it."

Ta'las notices Terra pull her weapon closer to herself, as if she might feel threatened here in the safety of the healer's house.  "Unless he is one of these demons you speak of."

Ta'las



Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Capher on October 26, 2005, 12:14:22 AM
Capher sits back down slowly as he listens to first to Terra and then Ta'las. A sorrowful look passes over his face which makes him look older than the mountains themselves. He begins to talk to no one in particular. "I am growing too old I think for this buisness.  I would have never allowed such a thing to happen in my younger years.  My instincts and powers are fading.  In my younger days Eckra would have never found a place to invade my mind.  I would have known that the Heart was not with friends, but with enemies." He paused, looked at Terra. "Terra, Thalambath's Heart if it is lost to us must be found.  Ta'las I am sure that even you have heard of Thalambath's Heart.  That was one of three talisman's that we needed to find to finish our quest.  To lose it, is a loss, but maybe we can recover it. You say there was an elf like the one I described. That gives me hope that we can recover the Heart and my mind has not been compromised again.  For whoever has it, does not know what it is or what powers it possesses and was trying to find out.  At least that would be my guess."

"Terra, you said our enemies came in elven form, then why are we in an elven town?  What elven town are we in anyway? I know you probably told me before, but my mind was on someone else and I have forgotten," he asked, looking over at Talia and smiling.

Capher.



Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Ta'lia of the Seven Jewels on October 27, 2005, 05:49:22 AM
“Capher, we are in the Quallian, and I doubt, that these elves here are our enemies, though... this Furchego was one of them as well, I didn‘t like him, but maybe he was already possessed of the demon? I don‘t know, how the place is called, we are currently, but could it be Aer'Ylferian, the capital which was our goal before we met the demon? I don‘t know more... „


They hear the request of somebody to allow him to enter , and after they have granted it, Lieofin enters the room:

" I'm pleased, I see you well, Lady Sturmwind!" He bows slightly to her

"And I see, you got all breakfast by now. I came to tell you, that we have notice, that our Leias will arrive in three days. Then we can call the high elven circle together and you will get all information we find important for you to know. I can you tell already now, that Siroled has still dreams and visions concerning you. So pleased, refresh yourself and have a nice time of rest, till we will meet again."
Another short bow, and he had vanished again, leaving the party back quite puzzled.

“Who was that?" Talia asks surprised.


***Astropic of the day***
"For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path   that may have heart. There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length. And there I travel looking, looking, breathlessly. ~Don Juan"

Edited by: Talia Sturmwind  at: 10/26/05 21:58


Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Talas Anthavin on October 27, 2005, 10:48:22 AM
Ta'las smiles and nods to Lieofin as the elf leaves.  "Lieofin is the elf who brought us here," he says to Talia.  "And yes, this place is Aer'Ylferian.  Though I no little of the geography of the elven forest, this is where we were led."

The Shendar then furrows his brows and looks strangely at Capher.  "Surely you jest, when you speak of Eckra.  He died centuries ago, and though you are old, you cannot be that old."

He sits back in his chair and wonders about his friend.  "I think perhaps you should rest a little further, Capher.  Much has happened these last few days, and I suspect you are still feeling the effects of using your magic to heal Talia."


Ta'las



Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Capher on October 27, 2005, 09:42:22 PM
capher listened to Talia and his spirit almost soared as he heard her voice, it was like music to his ears. He thought,  Now he knew where they were and Ta'las confirmed it.  They had a long way to go for they had to go to the prominent mountains and find the fabled talisman; Kurik's Anvil.  Only a dwarf would know and they were not known to be very talkative.  And Capher was sure, that not only Eckra, but other dangers awaited them as they would try and find this talisman.  Dwarves were known throughout the world for being crafty and they would hide "Kurik's Anvil" with the most devious traps known to man.

Capher's concentration was interrupted when Ta'las said,

Quote:
"Surely you jest, when you speak of Eckra. He died centuries ago, and though you are old, you cannot be that old."


Capher smiled at Ta'las. if you only knew young Wolf of the Desert "You may be right my young friend.  I think I will eat some more of this delicious fruit.  What is it called?" He asked as he popped one into his mouth and savored the sweet taste.  After swallowing the fruit he looked around, "Besides Talia and Terra I also need information.  Since my mind was taken over by a demon, I lost many days, or has it been months?  What month is it?" Capher asked excitedly. "And what has happened to the ones we first travelled with?  Surely they did not die, did they?" Capher asked softly.

Capher.

Edited by: Capher at: 10/27/05 13:49


Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Terra Artemos on October 28, 2005, 05:33:22 AM
Terra is content to let Talia and Ta’las answer the questions as Terra tries to gather herself. Terra speaks up when Capher states he needs information as well, and poses his question, with a slight shake of her head Terra starts in.

“I could not tell you what month it is as such things has lost meaning to me some years ago. If I were to even venture a guess I could not, despite my injury I am still quite confused on that coming from a land of perpetual winter to one of summer is very disorienting. I to may be missing several days of memory and not know it, I will hope Talia can fill in what memory I have lost.”

Pausing for a brief moment Terra continues on to what has happened since they had last seen Capher.

“Since your departure of our company and with the aid of the nature of your departure we convinced the ship crew to put us off safely in the harbor of Chylikis. I have the vague recollection of a black clad knight, a female human or elf I am not sure, asking about Koldar, and him denying his identity, for what reason I can not recall. We were at an Inn, then Koldar and I went to… buy some items I think.”

Terra pauses again ever so briefly to gather her memory.

“He saw more of these knights and went off to try and figure out why they were looking for him I think. They confronted us, we fought, the vague recollection of splitting pain in by head. After than all I remember are brief blurred images of Talia and Koldar in places, and of being in some temple, until we left.”

Again Terra pauses at a gap in her memory, and then continues.

“I think we left to find Talia, why I can not really recall, I have the vague impression I could not keep my feet on my own. As we, myself and Koldar rode from Chylikis the temple I had been in was attacked with powerful magic. I do not remember much till the hermits, talking to Koldar, deciding he should go on ahead and catch up to Talia, warn her of some danger. Hajarian and Avour caught up with me at the hermit’s cottage before I left, we left Avour there in the care of the hermit, and rode on hoping to catch up with Talia and Koldar.”

Pausing once more it was clear by her deep breath that this time she did not pause at a problem in her memory, but more in something uncomfortable to remember.

“Hajarian and I eventually come to Quallian, and even further came upon Talia being burned by the disguised demon. Hajarian and I tried to fight the demon off, but I was not strong enough to fight long, so I tried to protect Talia and the Heart, but the demon came for me, and I lost the Heart, the demon did not get it. I really do not remember anything of consequence till I woke here. I was called to meet with those of the High Circle here and told them what I remembered. Though when I woke I had the powerful feeling I had forgotten something important, after the meeting I set out with Leiofin and Teri to retune to the burn place where Hajarian and I had fist come across Talia’s sword and mouse. That is when we found you.”

Terra seems to feel relieved at what she remembered and still worried about what she might have forgotten.



'I am grey. All but those like me see only darkness and light, they do not see the grey between them. In this greyness I dwell. I would not wish this fate on any other.'



Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Talas Anthavin on October 28, 2005, 12:06:22 PM
Ta'las stands and walks a few paces away from the group as they speak.  Even as he listens to Terra recall from her scattered memories, he becomes concerned.  Mention of Eckra, Thalambath's Heart, the loss of so many companions, and the demon that attacked Talia make the warrior realize they are dealing with truly great powers beyond his understanding.  On the surface, it sounds like the myths his mother-sister told him as a child, but the way Capher and Terra speak, Ta'las knows this is an eerie reality.

Mother-sister, what have I become involved in? he wonders to himself.

He looks back at them.  Their wounds are great - physically they are recovering, but now he recognizes the looks in their eyes.  Haunted by what they have endured, their eyes reveal scars upon their spirit.  At the same time, to have survived and made it here, they must also be strong.

They are just vulnerable right now.  All they need is time to recover from these wounds on their souls, Ta'las thinks.

He remembers his mother-sister's words before he left: "Death looms over all of us, Ta’las, as it does for this woman and her companions.  You can be of some help to her, perhaps a comforting presence..."

I am not a great sorceror like Capher, nor do I possess a great weapon such as Terra's Moonblade, nor have I been fated to undertake a great quest as my Shendar-sister, Talia.  Ta'las pauses in his thoughts and then smiles wistfully. But I can comfort these people, he finishes his thought.

He sits back down next to Capher and claps his friend on the back.  "It sounds like we will soon have some answers, and perhaps more questions.  But at least," he adds with a warm smile to each of them as he pops another sweet fruit into his mouth, "you are reunited again."

He winks at Capher, "and that is a good thing, my friends."

Ta'las



Title: Re: In Aer'Ylferian
Post by: Capher on November 01, 2005, 12:18:22 AM
"Yes it is Ta'las."  Then Capher notices that they were being summoned.  "I guess it is time to go."


OOC the rest will be in the High Elven thread.

Capher.