Chapter Two: Resurection

[Radaroc]

"Right." Radaroc replied quickly placing the sword back in Atrii's hand, he looked at him apologeticly, "Sorry 'bout that it was all I could think of to keep anyone from getting hurt or worse killed.  Believe me.  People go crazy over even little things in cities."  

Following after Shaint he built up his nerve and walked into the bar. He was relieved as only a few were sober enough to be curious at his height.  Heading over toward Shaint he looked at each of the chairs at the table, trying to figure out which one would support his weight.  Finally choosing one he sat down, it creaked but held together. However it was uncomfortable as his knees came up to the tabletop.  Radaroc thought to rearrage himself to a more comfortable position, but decided it would probably prove
fruitless.

He then turned to Shaint, "Any particular reason we came to this place?"

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

[Atrii Redwood]

Atrii smiled at the large troll as he rubbed his neck. "I don't think I like the city much." Atrii looked around the party, everyone seemed fine... but where was Gararion. "Ummm... where's Gararion?

[Shaint]

Shaint looked at Radaroc and shook his head slightly "Not particulalry I just needed time to think on this whole insadent some things have been running through my mind lately and they do not help on me being a leader for this Party"

Shaint sratched his jaw in a thinking manner and ex-haled deeply "Radaroc now i have no doubt you have been away from your home-land for quite some time but have you ever felt feelings of compassion for someone else?"

He who lives by the sword Lives with Pain Anger and Sorrow
But he who lives by the sword lives not with regret for he who lives by the sword lives with Redemtion

[Oscar Lotus]

Qui Qui was forgiven by Lord Bobbo for his breach of conduct and his tongue.  He bowed to Lord Bobbo, took one last look at Oscar's body and then turned away.  He then turned back and noticed Lord Bobbo with his arm around Lady Lucirina they both seemed to be giving their farewells to his uncle.  Then surprisingly Lady Lucirina wriggled out of Lord Bobbo's arms and walked away.  

Qui kept a sly look where she headed, first she headed to one man, then after some conversation, she headed to Valach. She talked to him, and then he led her to a far corner.  Qui was curious.  He slowly walked toward their position, checking some of his men, the wounded and such.  In the background he could hear his men building the funeral pyre for Oscar.  

Finally he was close enough to see what they were doing.  He was teaching her how to throw the knives he gave her!  He wondered why she did not ask him, and then recalled she did, up on the wall, and then he recalled his words to her.  No wonder she asked Valach. Well there is no one better than myself with the Sophronian throwing knives, than Valach.  He then remembered he had one of her knives.  He had taken it away from her mouth, when he gave her the breath of life and then kissed her.  He could still taste her lips, and smell the scent of wildflowers in her hair.  He was just about to go over where the two were when he heard the Tristan call his name.

He turned, disappointed, but walked quickly back to the Tristan. "Sire?" He asked.

"Qui, we must break camp.  Gather your troops and tell them to gather everything they can find.  Once all is readied, we will light the funeral pyre honoring Oscar and then we head to Thalambath's Tears.  I fear our presence and this unusual storm are related somehow.  We must go back to our fortress and make plans for the attack upon Strata."  He looked around and then said. "I see Lord Bobbo, where is Lady Lucirnia?"

"She is eager to know the art of the Sophronian throwing knives, Vahaz has her off in a corner talking with her."

"Well that will have to wait until we get to the Tears.  He will be needed to gather his squads of men and their gear."

"Yes Sire. Anything else?"

"No, go do as I say, quickly, the sun goes down soon.  And the Pyre must be lit just as it disappears below the southern horizon."

Qui hurried off, giving orders to his men.  He went to Lord Bobbo and told him.  "Lord Bobbo, the Tristan wants us to break camp and get ready to leave.  We leave at dusk, right before we honor Oscar and light his pyre.  There are only three bowmen who are given the priviledge of shooting the sacred arrows.  The Tristan will be one, I will be the other, I would be pleased if you would be the last. I know you cannot because of your honorable disfigurement, but you can have one pull the bow in your stead.  I can recommend several very good bowmen... Or, and I do not know this, but maybe you do, Lady Lucirina could do it if she so desired. Normally a woman would not be allowed to shoot the sacred arrow, but since I am Oscar's only living relative, I can override the tradition.  You think about it.  I must go and see to my men and the preperations of leaving this place"

He strode over to where Lady Lucirina and Valach were.  He walked up to them, Valach noticed him, and stood at attention. Qui asked them quietly. "What is going on here?" he addressed Valach, seemingly ignoring Lady Lucirnina.

"Milady asked for some instruction on the art of the Sophronian throwing knives.  I was about to give her, her first lesson.  She mentioned that you did not have the time, though you were the ones who gave them to her." Valach replied visably sweating.

"Ah, yes I do recall saying that to Milady when she surprised me upon the wall.  Well the lessons will have to wait.  We have orders to break camp and be ready to move to the Tears as soon as dusk falls, and Oscar's pyre is lit."

"Yes Sir.  I will begin preperations immediately." He bowed to Lady Lucirina, "I am sorry Milady, but duty calls.  We shall begin after we have settled at the Tears."  Valach rushed off, glad to be out of Qui's presence and even Lady Lucirina's, her eyes were not as warm as they had been this morning.

Qui turned his attention to Lady Lucirina. He slyly smiled and whispered to her. "A lady must never go around undressed." He then handed her back the throwing knife he had taken from her mouth.  He then turned his back to her and began to walk away.  Turning his head he said. "By the way Milady, Lord Bobbo may want to speak with you.  I asked him as a favor and honor to Oscar to do something.  As he physically cannot, I asked him if maybe you would."

Qui walked away wondering if he was playing the wrong tune.

Oscar Lotus
A beer in the belly is never a bad thing.

Edited by: Oscar Lotus at: 3/3/03 6:11:35 pm

[Lucirina Telor Vevan]

Valach was explaining Lucirina about the importance of balance and precition when using the throwing knifes when Qui arrived and ordered him to break camp.
Lucirina twitched her long ears in irritation over the interruption but she knew she couldn't protest, this was not her army nor her men.
She folded her arms over her chest as she waited for Qui to finish giving his order to Valach and as he did she gave him a short nod.

"One will wait for the time milord will train me again."

Qui moved closer and handed her the knife he had taken from her mouth as she was rescued from the sand covered tent and whispered something to her.
"A lady must never go around undressed."
Frowning and laying her ears back as a angry horse would she grabbed the knife and without caring if he was looking or not she lifted her dress to place it back in the sheat strapped to her left tigh, then let it fall back to its normal position.
As he walked away he turned to look at her and say something else that involved Bobbo.
"By the way Milady, Lord Bobbo may want to speak with you. I asked him as a favor and honor to Oscar to do something. As he physically cannot, I asked him if maybe you would."
Lucirna nodded shortly and turned as to go, then remembered something and spoke to him, her voice flat and cold, emotionless.

"One needs a pair of boots, does Milord Qui think it is possible to find one in the camp that may fit One?"

She looked at his back as she spoke, her eyes as cold as her voice, it seemed that she did not care what the answer was, as if nothing and no one mattered to her anymore.
A cold smirk came to her lips as she turned around to leave him once more, her cold voice reaching his ears.

"Twice has Milord crossed the limits of frienship.... One hopes Milord does not atempt to do so again. If not One will be forced to use Ones adquired skills on Milord.
Take this as a friendly warning Milord Qui, do not make One anger, or Ones song will be the last thing Milord will hear, One has not take the name Nightbird for nothing."

She fell silent as she walked away from him, straight and proud as a adelmir tree, she moved in the direction where she last saw Bobbo without looking back.
If Qui had eyes that could see the soul and heart of the elf they would be the image of two small birds trapped in a cage, a cage made of ice, flying against the bars and trying to get free, yet held back by the chilling cold.

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

[Gararion]

Gararion sat alone at the table near the fire waiting for someone to take his order for a while now but was joined with a male bringing him a drink.

Without waiting for no repsonse to his first question he sat down and dropped the tankard of the ale beside Gararion, spilling some of it on the table, slowly being soaked up by the dirty table cloth but still left a puddle of ale behind.

Gararion looked at the ale then frowned as the man asked him why he wasn't drinking.  

What was he to say if he didn't want to be rude to this man.  He never drank any drink that may bring ill to his mind.

Puxhing the tankard through the puddle of ale on the table over to the man named Grunk leaving a trail of the ale in its path, Gararion poke.

"Sorry sir but I do not drink ale or wine much anymore.  I only drink on special occassions."

Gararion continued to talk as was thinking wether if he should just yell his order out at the barman or what.

"I come from Ximax, following the compass within myself.  So I must thank you for your offer but I need no guide."

Gararion then saw Shaint walk within the bar.

"But that elf there is with me and he might be willing to hire you my friend so your offer may still not of waste."

Gararion
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[Radaroc]

Radaroc cast a side-long glance at Shaint,  the elf seemed slightly overwelmed with emotions of all sorts.  "Well...compassion for others certainly, I feel compassion for that drunk's family if he has any," he said nodded his head toward a man passed out in his chair, a few theives rifling throught his pockets, "but as for a deeper caring or love for I can name my father, perhaps Derm.  I hope to one day meet a lovely lady troll have children, but not now, not yet.  There is much I still want to see and know of the world.  
  If you want some insight onto your own female troubles, I'll say this: Ms. Keelin is tough, strong, has a sword and knows how to use it.  Give it time, if it's ment to be it'll happen have faith in that."  With that he turned to a waitress and motioned for a pint of ale.

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

[Shaint]

Shaint's head shot up as Radaroc was coming to an end, "Wha, who said it was Keelin?!?!?!........" Shaint then dropped his head 'gah' "I can't help it Radaroc i've never felt like this about someone before, suppose your right not now, not yet.... Shaint shrugged slightly before speaking again,

"I just don't know anymore....maybe I should just forget all of it.....that is if I can what he really wanted to say was something as "DAMNED THIS ALL TO HELL I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!!!"

He who lives by the sword Lives with Pain Anger and Sorrow
But he who lives by the sword lives not with regret for he who lives by the sword lives with Redemtion

[Oscar Lotus]

Qui Lucirina's last words to him rang in his head as one tolls a bell.
"Twice has Milord crossed the limits of frienship.... One hopes Milord does not atempt to do so again. If not One will be forced to use Ones adquired skills on Milord.
Take this as a friendly warning Milord Qui, do not make One anger, or Ones song will be the last thing Milord will hear, One has not take the name Nightbird for nothing."

Qui hung his head in shame. This is not at all what I expected.  Oh, how I wish Oscar was here.  I could talk to him.  He walked over to where his men were finishing up the pyre.  They were raising Oscar's body up when one of them slipped in the sand, almost dropping Oscar.  Qui immediately reached out and grabbed Oscar's shoulders and bore him up to the top of the pyre.  Qui looked at him. How peaceful he looks.  He bowed his head and cried softly into Oscar's bosom. How I will miss you, uncle.  How I wish you were here to help me understand these feelings I have.  Your words of wisdom will be greatly missed.

He dried his eyes, climbed down the pyre and finished the preperations of moving out.  He looked and saw that the time was very short now.  He walked up to the Tristan, "Sire, the men are ready, the prye is built, and the sun is almost below the horizon."

The Tristan nodded. "Yes Qui, I saw you say your last goodbye's to Oscar.  I know that you are his only heir so I bestow upon you the title I would give to Oscar, Shiek.

Qui was stunned.  To have the title of Shiek would put him on par with what the men in the north call Royalty.  "Sire, I... I do not know what to say. Yes I do, I do not deserve such a title, Oscar did, but not I.  I... I have done things, thought of things that would dishonor Oscar and you."

The Tristan put his hands upon Qui and looked him straight in the eyes. "Do you think I do not know what turmoil surges through your body?  Do you think I have grown blind?  Or have no heart?  Do you think I am so old that I have forgotten the pangs of youthful love?"

Qui's eyes widened.  The Tristan continued. "Though I am not your uncle, and though your love is for someone who seems to be in love with someone else, I will tell you what I think Oscar would tell you.  Let her go.  If it is in Seyella's plan then nothing you do or say will change it, whether it be for you or against you.  

I dare not say that you should forsake her, but be kind to her, show her the respect that is her due and you will have honor and give honor to her intended, Lord Bobbo and to her.  Remember, she is hurting too.  I saw how she felt for your uncle.  Lord Bobbo is also hurting.  I look at their faces and see the guilt they have placed upon themselves.  I hope I have helped you, my son."

Qui had tears running down his face by the time the Tristan was finished. How foolish I have been!  How petty!  How blind!  "Yes, Sire, you have helped me.  Helped me as much or more than Oscar."

"Those words I said unto you were not mine, but Oscars. They were said to me by him a long long time ago, when I was just about your age, and Oscar was just about mine. But I thank you for your kind words, Qui.  Now we should get together and light the arrows, send Oscar to his final resting place, and then move on to the Tears.  Have you found the third person?"

Qui told the Tristan what he asked Lord Bobbo and then how he thought that maybe Lady Lucirina would do it in his stead.  The Tristan thought and then said. "It was an honorable thing you asked, however the way you presented it to Lady Lucirina was not honorable."

"I know that now Sire, I will rectify that now."

Qui went in search for Lady Lucirina.  He found her standing next to Lord Bobbo.  He walked up to both of them and stood there quietly awaiting them to notice him.  His thoughts were still muddled about Lady Lucirina, but they were becoming clearer the more he thought about the Tristan's advice and words of wisdom, no, not the Tristan's, but Oscars.

Oscar Lotus
A beer in the belly is never a bad thing.

[Oscar Lotus]

Grunk

Well lada dee, thought Grunk.  A man who does not drink.  Must be a fop.  "Where in Coor's name is Ximax?" Grunk asked picking up the tankard of ale that was refused by the man.  "You know around here matey, what you just did could be taken as a sign of dishrespect.  But I say what the Coor.  If you don't want to drink with me, its your loss, not mine.  And no, I do not associate myself with elves, thank you."

Grunk got up and sauntered away.  He went to the bar, motioned for Boris to come over and whispered something into his ear.  Boris nodded, went into the kitchen behind the bar, found a scrub of a boy, told him something and the boy scurried out of the back door losing himself quickly into the shadows as night approached.  

The boy welcomed the shadows, they were his friend.  He quickly found the right opening in the road, opened the grate and slid into the sewers.  He then headed for Damien's throne room.

Oscar Lotus
A beer in the belly is never a bad thing.

[KeelinElf]

Keelin stared hard at her surroundings, trying to figure out where she was. I probably should've payed a bit more attention to where the others were going... The shifting darkness set her nerves on edge and she moved quietly, listening for a tell-tale ring of footsteps. She heard nothing, but this did not ease her mind. I find myself in one of the worst positions a traveler can be in. Lost and alone at night. Lovely.

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

[Damien Scar]

Damien was enjoying the company with Nahor when one of the secret walls opened up and in walked, rather breathlessly, Nob.  One of Damien's men tried to stop him but Damien waved him away.  "Nob, my boy.  What brings you here?  And why are you running?"

"Milord, I was coming here with a message from you from Boris and along the way I saw this pretty young thing stumbling along the city in the dark.  She seemed to be lost."

Damien's eyes lighted up.  "A pretty young lady, you mean?"

"Yes, Milord, I did not get real close to her, but from her size and shape I think she may be an elf."

"An elf?  Oh I must have her.  I have never had an elfish woman before.  Have you Nahor?"

Nahor nodded no.  Damien looked around, all that was there were Og, Poh, and Erwen.  "You three go find the girl and bring her here.  Og, you take charge.  Let Nob take you to where she is.  Hurry now!"

Nob called out. "But the message from Boris."

"You can tell me after you bring me back the girl."

"Yes, Milord."  They all left.  Nahor asked. "Why send three men to capture one girl?

"In my experience with women, Nahor.  They are not all as weak as they pretend or we think they are.  Also I am not sure about Elven women.  They may fight, so to cover all my bets..."

"You send more than enough to do the job."

"A lesson some should learn." Damien replied.
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Nob, led the three men out of the sewers right to Merchants row.  Motioning for them to be quiet, he skulked around the street looking for the girl he had seen moments ago.  She had moved farther down the street, but was heading for a more despicable part of town.  Nob, gave a low whistle.  Og, Poh, and Erwen silently followed the whistle.  Nob pointed out the girl.  Og, gave a slow whistle, motioned for the other two to go around the block and get in front of her.  He waited until he heard them whistle that they were ready.  He whistled back.  And then advanced upon the unsuspecting girl.

Og, walked up silently behind her.  I could do this by myself.  I did not need Poh, and Erwin, but Damien ordered them to come.  He was just about to grab her when she came into the light of one of the torches.  He saw her features, and a low whistle escaped his lips.  She turned and saw him.  He advanced.  "Hey there little lady.  You sure do look fine.  What are you doing out here in the dark?  You looking for a good time?"  Damn, Damien is going to like this one.  I wonder if he will pass her around once he is through with her.  I wouldn't throw her out of bed for eating oysters, that's for sure.

Poh, and Erwin heard the whistle and came toward the girl from the other direction.  She was now cut off.  Nob stood in the shadows...waiting.

You can think about it, even plan on it but don't try it.

[Gararion]

Gararion listened to the remarks of Grunk.  It seemed that he disliked the denail of the drink he offered.

When Gararion heard that this man did not associate himself with elves Gararion waited till Grunk had left the table and then let out a small laugh joined with a smirk.  What feelings does this man have against us I must wonder.  This may prove enjoyable to play with such a human mind like this one.

But there was a hidden reason for these next few actions...he wanted to teach this human to respect his kind for he had experiances with to many who didn't.  As Gararion thought about what he would do his hand rubbed the aged scar accross his neck and then moved his hand through his long silver hair where his left ear should've been.  He slowly removed his hand and the hair fell back in place, covering the missing left ear from discovery.

Gararion then saw Grunk whisper hidden words to the barman, even hidden t his own elven ears.  The barman in return went behind the bar, surely to deal with what Grunk had said to him.

What could this man could've said to this barman I wonder.  I must find out for it may prove to bring ill to our cause here.

Gararion stood and walked into Grunk direction.

"I wish to show no disrespect to you kind sir.  Let us share another drink on my behalf."

Gararion looked in the direction of the barman and spoke again.

"Please bring us another of this brown," he looked to Grunk "as you call it sir and one of your finest wines please.

May we sit once again and we can talk about what you may be avaiable to offer me."

Gararion waited for a reasponse from Grunk.

Gararion
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[Shaint]

Shaint's elven ears soon tuned into the sound of Gararions voice he looked around and soon found the figure of his Magi friend he heard the sound of a man speaking and Gararion said something about Shaint, he payed no attention untill the foolish man spoke of  'not assosiating himself with elves'.

This struck a Nerve in Shaint's mind and his fists soon cracked as he made two fists he then looked back to Radaroc and washed out all past feelings he spoke "Radaroc you want a toy? or how about soem meat?" Shaint growled under his breath and slipped one of the silver blade daggers the handles dressed in elven runes and a blood red stone in the handle, from it's hidden hilt,

"On me" Shaint could stand for alot of things but disrespecting his race was not one of them he was about to lunge from his seat and slit the mans throat....but held himself back this man probabaly had information the way he spoke wasn't normal......

He who lives by the sword Lives with Pain Anger and Sorrow
But he who lives by the sword lives not with regret for he who lives by the sword lives with Redemtion

[Atrii Redwood]

Atrii stood alone in the large city of Strata he looked around, there is Radaroc, Shaint, Gararion and Raoneth. But where is Keelin? Atrii stood looking around in all directions for the elf but she could not be seen. He was about to go out in search of her before deciding he should tell the others about it... he moved quickly into the bar and stood beside Shaint.

"Have you seen Keelin, she seems to have disappeared Shaint." His elven friend appeared quite angry at the time but thought it best to say somehting.

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