Chapter Two: Resurection

[Oscar Lotus]

Bobbo  Bobbo was thinking over the request of Qui's after Qui left but his eyes never left Qui.  He had accepted Qui's answer of why he seemed to be kissing his beloved, but a nagging feeling came over him telling him that Qui was not being entirely truthful.  But this request.  How could he refuse?  He truely honored Oscar.  Found him to be an honorable man.  He felt honored to be even asked by Qui to take part in such a sacred ritual.

He saw Qui walk up to another man and when Qui addressed him, the man moved and Bobbo's eyes widened.  Standing next to the man was Lucirina.  Why was she there?  And with another man?  When she had shrugged away from him, he felt...what? Angry, confused, he did not know.  At a time when he was trying to console her, she pushed him away.  He needed consoling himself.  He felt guilty about Oscar.  Maybe he should have stayed and helped.  He would never know.  And now instead of being by his side, Lucirinia was with another man!  First Qui and now another.  Maybe he did not know her as well as he thought?  Or maybe he was just jumping to conclusions?  After all, she said she loved him.

The man Bobbo did not know, left suddenly.  Qui and her talked some but by the body posture of Lucirinia it seemed to Bobbo that she was angry.  Qui left and went over to the funeral pyre.  Lucirinia came his way.  She stopped next to him.

"What or maybe I should ask why did you leave me?" Bobbo asked coldly not looking at her.

He kept his eyes upon Qui who after climbing the pyre, came down and went over to the Tristan, Bobbo was waiting for Lucirnia's reply when Qui came over and stood silently a discreet distance away from them both.

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

[Gararion]

Gararion seeing that the others were occuping themselves slowly positioned himself in a manner so his transition through illusion to reality once again could hardly be noticed unless one was watching closely.

As Gararion waved his hand he was seen standing up from his chair, the illusion of himself now gone.  He made his way over to the barman.

"Sir I think I will put a hold on that Brown.  But maybe still a fine wine may be in order as it feels my stay will be lengthened within this establishment."

Character Mod at ~Santharia~ Live the Dream

[KeelinElf]

"So you want to play it the hard way. Fine. We play it the hard way."

Yes I suppose we shall.

Keelin struck out at the hand holding the dagger, hoping to knock it away. Her blade glanced off the sharp metal and slid down toward the man's hand. Keelin twisted her blade again and took of two of the man's fingers. She took advantage of his preoccupation and kicked him in the stomach before turning to face the third man.  

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

[Lucirina Telor Vevan]

Lucirina turned and faced Bobbo, her eyes as cold as his voice had been.
"What or maybe I should ask why did you leave me?"
She stopped and stood looking at him for a second, in her eyes a weak spark of worry for him, but then they grew distant once more as she heard the coldness in his voice.

"One has One's own way of mourning One's dead... If Milord Bobbo does not like it too bad for him."

He could easily read in her eyes that she disliked being questioned about her actions and the laid back ears showed that she still was irritated about what happened with Qui, maybe if Bobbo had not spoken so harshly to her she would not have retreated into her coldness once more, but the moment he had to break the ice was gone once more.
As she turned she spotted Qui and the look in her eyes became even more cold as she crossed her arms over her chest and looked at him, green eyes sparkling like cold, hard gems.

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

[Atrii Redwood]

Atrii slowly rose from his seat by the door and made his way to Shaint as he stood in a corner in the shadows. What does Shaint need to tell me? I hope it is nothing bad as everything has been unfortunate for us thus far.

"Is something wrong Shaint?"

[Shaint]

"Atrii, your little flashes of horror filled dreams seem to keep happening very often just be careful for now my friend....maybe you should relax where in this big city just have a drink or go walking it's quite cool in the night"

Shaint finished and walked past Atrii he didn't want to tell this to anyone else because he did not want to worry anybody further, Shaint walked out the doors of the Tavern and stood on the dock that lead into the Tavern((I think it has a dock correct me if I'm wrong)) he stood on the very edge and crossed his arms,

A breeze came through the air and blew Shaint's black clothing tight across his front and flicked his hair in the wind Shaint reached with his right hand to his left ear wich had a notch where it was missing it looked like it was supposed to be there but ofcourse anybody knew that notches where not just ordinary they had to be taken in battle,

Shaint stroked the tip of his finger across his ear's ridge and closed his eyes inhaling threw his nose deeply lightly he sang to himself and anyone in his fairly close vacinity

"The never-ending valleys and trees, dark stone every where around you, no place like home, far far away in a land lost in darkness there stands the spirits of the great white throne, and they all sing with a great peacfull tone, everywhere you go your never alone,

alone in this place is to be unkown thats why theres no place like home...

carrying on with his unkown tune he began to hum instead of sing it was the first song that he had ever really sang around people....

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

Edited by: Shaint at: 3/7/03 7:49:16 am

[Atrii Redwood]

Atrii nodded to Shaint. "I will do that, thank you. I'll find you after I've thought for a bit." Atrii turned towards the door to find a figure from his past that he couldn't remember, lately he had been in some of his visions but his name and how Atrii knew him was not found. Atrii froze as the figure looked away from Atrii and seemed to dissolve into the air. A hallucination...Atrii shook his head then made his way to the door, hopefully noone noticed Atrii do this, would most likely appear very odd.

He made his way out of the door and turned to his right making his way through the streets of Strata.

[Oscar Lotus]

Bobbo Bobbo half listened to what Lucirinia had said.

"One has One's own way of mourning One's dead... If Milord Bobbo does not like it too bad for him."

He tilted his head back down toward her and noticed her demeanor had changed even more.  She had crossed her arms in front of her chest and was glaring at something behind him.  He looked behind him and saw Qui standing a discreet distance away from them.  He then addressed Lucirina. "Why are you so angry with Qui?  What has he done?  It does not matter, now.  You can tell me later, Qui has asked me to a favor for him and an honor to Oscar. I believe that is why he is here now.  To find out the answer.  I will let him ask it of you."

Bobbo motioned for Qui to come.  Qui came and with head low he quietly said "With your permission Lord Bobbo, I would like to speak with Lady Lucirinia."

"I know what you want to ask.  I was about to ask her myself, but since you are here, go do so."

"Thank you, Milord."

Qui then turned to Lady Lucirinia, bowed upon his left knee, looked up at her.  Her coldness in her eyes were almost more than what Qui could bear, a trickle of a tear rolled down upon his cheeks. I caused this.  I am ashamed. I will make it right, I hope.  "Lady Lucirinia, first I must apologize for my behavior these past few hours.  I have been blaming everyone else for my uncle's death and not bearing some of the resposibilty myself.  I...I also did not take into account how yours and Lord Bobbo's feelings toward my uncle and his untimely death would affect you both.  I saw how much you both cared for him, yet I cared not.  

Then as if Oscar was talking to me from the grave he reminded me of some words of wisdom he had given me... and the Tristan long ago.  The Tristan just told me those words and after hearing them I have come to realize my error.

There is a sacred burial ritual in which I asked Lord Bobbo to perform with the Tristan and myself.  I asked him because of his families stature and his right as the heir of the Junakin house.  However he cannot physically draw a bow.  So I asked him if you, Lady Lucirinia would do it in his stead.  If you do not then I will ask one of my bowmen to do it.  But I would be honored and Oscar I am sure would be pleased if you would join the Tristan and myself in lighting the sacred arrows and shooting them into the pyre onto which my uncle's body rests.  The ritual must be performed as the sun's embrace of the land leaves, which is just about now.  I know Milady that this is sudden, but I need an answer.  I know my words have not been kind to thee, neither has my actions.  So if thou declines, I understand.  But please if you can draw a bow, please consider doing so.  And in so doing may the breaches between us be mended as we honor our friend, family and mentor."

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

[Damien Scar]

Nob Nob crept closer and soon he saw why Og was holding his throat.  Blood was pouring out of it like a sieve.  Og saw him and tried to motion him over.  Nob was about to go over when he noticed the elven girl knock Poh's daggar away, cutting his hand.  Poh's daggar fell the ground and she turned to face Erwen.  Her back was to him and now was the perfect time, he thought.

He took his own daggar, flipped it around so that the heavy pommel was the weapon and threw it with prefect accuracy.  It hit her right at the base of her neck.  She crumpled like a fallen ox.  Nob then hissed. "Erwen pick her up, and go to Damien's.  I and Og and Poh will soon follow."

Erwen nodded in reply, kicked her sword in the shadows, picked up the unconsious girl, flung her over his left shoulder and began to trot slowly down the street until he came to an secret entrance to underground of the city.  Nob walked up to Og, after retrieving his daggar, he looked at Og, saw that he was close to death, slowly nodded his head.  Og's eyes widened in horror as his mind comprehended what Nob was going to do.  Then he resigned himself to the fact and nodded yes.  

Nob said. "Sorry Og, but rules are rules, besides you are almost dead anyway.  You know Damien will make sure your family is taken care of.  We take care of our own."  Nob then plunged the daggar into Og's chest.  Og fell pulling the daggar out of his body as he did so because Nob would not let go of the handle.  Poh walked over, he was bleeding also from his hand.  Nob took a look and said as he bandaged the fingers. "Well Poh, its only your little fingers.  At least you will live."

"Yeah, but Og didn't.  I wonder how Damien will think of his treasure now?"

"Probably will punish her, but at the same time admire her.  We should get out of here."

"Agreed.  lets go." said Poh walking quickly to where Erwen had disappeared just moments ago.
************************************************************************
Damien was still talking with Nahor when Erwen appeared with the girl draped over his shoulder.  Damien motioned for Erwen to place the girl on the carpeted floor in front of him.  Erwen did so.  "Where are Og, Poh and Nob?" Damien asked.

"The girl put up a fight.  She had a sword, she cut Og and Poh, and was coming after me, when Nob knocked her out from behind."

Damien looked at the unconcious girl, his right eyebrow rose a little as he heard what she had done.  Then Nob and Poh came in.  Damien looked up and Nob slowly shook his head.  Damien could see the bandaged hand of Poh.  He ordered. "Get Poh an apothecary!"

He bent down and began searching her body for more weapons.  He muttered to her and himself. "So there is more to you than what meets the eye.  And what meets my eye is very nice... very nice indeed."

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

[Lucirina Telor Vevan]

As Bobbo looked down on her  she could once more feel the more warm side of her personality struggle to get free from it's icy prison, yet she did not let it surface once more, holding her emotion under control with her iron will.
As Bobbo turned and spotted Qui to only ask her about her cold demeanor against him she just looked at Bobbo.

"Maybe One will explain later."

She saw Bobbo wave Qui over and just in concideration for Oscar she did not show hostility against him, yet her eyes remained as cold as ever.
But as he sank to his knee in front of her and she saw a tear roll down his cheek something twitched inside her heart, compassion maybe, and the ice that covered her eyes grew thin enough so he could see the emotions hidden there as he spoke.

"Lady Lucirinia, first I must apologize for my behavior these past few hours. I have been blaming everyone else for my uncle's death and not bearing some of the resposibilty myself. I...I also did not take into account how yours and Lord Bobbo's feelings toward my uncle and his untimely death would affect you both. I saw how much you both cared for him, yet I cared not.

Then as if Oscar was talking to me from the grave he reminded me of some words of wisdom he had given me... and the Tristan long ago. The Tristan just told me those words and after hearing them I have come to realize my error.

There is a sacred burial ritual in which I asked Lord Bobbo to perform with the Tristan and myself. I asked him because of his families stature and his right as the heir of the Junakin house. However he cannot physically draw a bow. So I asked him if you, Lady Lucirinia would do it in his stead. If you do not then I will ask one of my bowmen to do it. But I would be honored and Oscar I am sure would be pleased if you would join the Tristan and myself in lighting the sacred arrows and shooting them into the pyre onto which my uncle's body rests. The ritual must be performed as the sun's embrace of the land leaves, which is just about now. I know Milady that this is sudden, but I need an answer. I know my words have not been kind to thee, neither has my actions. So if thou declines, I understand. But please if you can draw a bow, please consider doing so. And in so doing may the breaches between us be mended as we honor our friend, family and mentor."

The eyes of the elf grew wide, after the way she had spoken to him and the way she had treated him this was the thing she least expected him to ask her, the thin ice covering them slowly cracked enough to let a small tear roll down her cheek as she looked to Bobbo that nodded to her.
Kneeling in front of Qui so she was almost at the same level as him, she bowed her own head as in shame as she spoke.

"One feels honored to be astked to perform such a mission, and One accepts, not with pleasure for this is no moment for rejoice, but with warmth in One's heart for being concidered worthy enough to such a task.
Let the fire burn away One's anger and Milord's mistakes and let the new day bring new hope."

Standing up once more she stood beside Bobbo yet kept her distance, as if she did not want anyone at her side for the moment, the ice in her eyes still remaining, even if it was now diminished.

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

[Oscar Lotus]

Qui  Qui was surprised to say the least when Lady Lucirinia knelt down, and eye to eye she talked to him.  He could see a slight tear run down her cheek.  She accepted and was honored that she was asked to shoot the flaming arrow.  Qui rose. "Milord Tristan, we have three." he said loudly.  Soon the Tristan with three bowmen came.  The Tristan ordered everyone except himself, Lord Bobbo, Lady Lucirinia and Qui out of the fortress.  After all of the men left, with their gear.  Qui bent down and with the wood given to him by the men from the broken tents he started a fire.

A bow was handed to the three.  Qui then took out three arrows from his quiver and wrapped the shafts in cloth.  He then gave the Tristan, Lady Lucirinia and took one himself.

The Tristan bowed his head, motioning to the others to do the same.  And then just when the sun's last rays were over the land, he touched his arrow to the flame, Qui did his and Lady Lucirinia did hers.  And then like as if they knew, were of one mind they let loose their arrows and each arrow stuck in the pyre.  Soon the pyre caught on fire and flames began to engulf it.

Qui turned to them all and said. "It is finished.  Oscar can now finish his journey.  From the sky he came and to the sky he returns."

The Tristan then put his signet ring in the fire then with metal tongs he pulled it out.  He burned his signet into each of the bows. "You may keep the bow as a memorial to Oscar." he said.  

Qui silently nodded his thanks to all.  Suddenly a voice was heard.  "Look now to the future my friends.  You have done well in honoring Oscar.  I Thalambath now honor you.  The bows upon which you carry will never run out of arrows, will shoot as fast as you can pull the string.  May it bring destruction upon the heads of those who follow Coor's path."

The walls of the fortress shook and trembled.  Qui looked at his bow and it was now completely silver.  The Tristan looked at his and it had turned to gold.  Qui looked at Lady Lucirinia's bow and it had turned to silver, with gold bands around the shaft.

"We should leave and head toward the Tears." said the Tristan.  He then bowed reverently to the fortress. "Thalambath, you honor us.  We thank thee."

A deep rumble was heard.  Then the Tristan and Qui put out the fire and prepared to leave.  Qui looked at Lord Bobbo and Lucirinia wondering what they were thinking.  He held both of their horses.  Lord Bobbo got upon his horse and waited for Lucirinia.

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

[Lucirina Telor Vevan]

Lucirina recived the bow and tensed the string, waiting for the moment when the Tristan gave the order to release the arrows, yet no order came, a silent voice in her mind told her the exact moment when she should release the string, letting the arrow fly into the pyre.
The flames lifted to the sky as the pyre burned Oscars' body to dust, releasing his spirit from the flesh, a prayer to Queprur came to the lips of the elf, begging her to be mercyfull with the soul of her departed friend.
As Qui turned to them all and said. "It is finished. Oscar can now finish his journey. From the sky he came and to the sky he returns." she nodded slowly and the colness of her eyes was diminished once more as the deep sorrow she was feeling for the death of her friend.
In silence she watched as the Tristan then put his signet ring in the fire then with metal tongs he pulled it out and burned his signet into each of the bows. "You may keep the bow as a memorial to Oscar." , bowing her head slowly at this magnificent gift, her fingers caressing the wood... it felt strange, cold to the touch, and it was more hevy than any other bow she had carried.
Great was the suprise when a thundering voice spoke to her and the ones that were carrying the bows.
"Look now to the future my friends. You have done well in honoring Oscar. I Thalambath now honor you. The bows upon which you carry will never run out of arrows, will shoot as fast as you can pull the string. May it bring destruction upon the heads of those who follow Coor's path."
She looked down to her bow and saw that it had turned from a simple wooden bow to one made of the most precious silver and gold, her eyes grew wide as she looked around but there was no one in sight she could thank for such a gift, so she just bowed her head and smiled, thanking whoever gifted her in such a way with her heart.
As ther broke camp to head toward the Tears she was confronted with a hard decition, she had to choose if she wanted to share mount with Bobbo, yet her heart was still doubting how responsable he really was for the death of the old man, blaming both him and herself.
Looking around she spotted the man known as Valach and took a quick decition. Ignoring both Bobbo and Qui she strode over to Valach and placed a hand on his arm.

"May One share mount with Milord?"

Valach
Once more he was disturbed by the elven woman that requested to be called Nightbird, he was about to refuse her once more when he spotted the cold eyes , something in them said that he should not refuse her, besides it was very long since he had last felt a woman close to him.
Nodding in silence and averting the eyes of both Qui and Bobbo he picked her up and placed her in front of him in the saddle before mounting his horse.
The lithe figure of the elf and the soft scent coming from her made him dizzy yet he managed to keep his head cold enough to spur his horse and make it gallop out of the fortress.

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

[Shaint]

Shaint's eyes opened up and they where two great spheres of mystery what 'really' was hidden in the body of Shaint maybe he had not been telling them all about himself.....what was he before he started the journey where did he come from? why does he have no-one tribe.......

And every single one of his companions followed him even while being the youngest of the party....., It was becoming dark and the sun was beginning to set over the waters where Shaint stood his gaze and mind where both lost in the great water.

Shaint suddenly dropped to a knee clenching his fore-head "NO!" nothing was happening to him on the docks however in his mind it was recalling a painful memory....

Flames roar all around trees scorched and falling down people ran out of flames on fire and burning to death limbs missing, there blood bubling from the heat of the flame great screams and shouts of agony from burning alive,

In the center of all this destruction was a boy he was an elf and the red flames shadowed on his face half his face a dim red the other black from the night His eyes turning and seeing all of this filled with horror, just then 2 tall men dressed in black armor wielding a bastard-sword they yelled at the boy

"ANOTHER ONE, KILL HIM!" The boys head snapped twords them and he took off running in the opposit directiong dodging falling debree branches, Trees, Arrows not mentioning the Burning bodies to those who's skin is charred and yell in agony,

UMPH!!! THUD!! the boy collided with something and fell down he stood up and it was a girl she spoke to the boy like they knew eachother "Shaint, lets get out of here!" Shaint was apparantly the boys name and he pulled the girl up with a hand still holding onto it he began to run the girl following.

Shaint looked over his shoulder as the two men came closer and closer he clenched his teeth and suddenly stopped, infront of him a cliff Shaint looked around looking for a possible solution to where they where trapped he turned and began to run when an "AHHHHHHHH" came from behind him

"Lorienna!!" Shaint rushed to the cliifs edge and extended a hand just Barely catching her "SHAINT HELP ME!!" Shaint's fore-arm tensed up as veins became viewable form the stress of an arm his teeth clenched as the girl allmost climbed up on the cliffs edge,

The two men came behind Shaint and one hit him in the head with the blunt handle knocking him unconcious.

Shaint arose form the knee in a cold sweat "I'm a mercenary! why in C'oors name am I with a party! Shaint ran off into the city of Strata he was going to get some answers!

Staring into the maw of a dragon, one quickly learns wisdom. It's called "Run."

[Raoneth]

Shaint took the human to the side and talked to him, Raoneth pretended to look at them, but paid very close attention to what happened in the corner of his sight.
The feeling reminded him of what he'd felt when he fought the demon in the desert. But there was nothing demonic about it. No burning sickness, no screeching pain, just... floating of some kind. He saw an almost unnoticeable twitch in Gararion's body as the feeling faded away.
Then Gararion got up and walked over to the bar.
   Meanwhile Shaint had started talking. This might be interesting Raoneth jumped down and hid under a table near them, he didn't hear them well because of all the noise.
"...happening very often ... be careful for ... my friend....maybe ... relax where in this big city ... walking it's quite cool in the night" He could only make out fragments of what Shaint said. The human said something and walked towards the door, stopped a moment, then he went outside.
 Raoneth snuck out after him, it was quite cool, he opened his cloak and let the slight breeze chill him off. The human only seemed to be out for a walk. Maybe this was the only thing the conversation was about... a small walk. But why didn't Shaint join him? I'd better let him know I'm here. He'll never trust me if I just pop out after sneaking after him for hours.
"uh, sir..." Raoneth's voice was too low to notice, "hrm..." he coughed to clear his voice, "sir... may I, er, join you on your walk. I don't think it's wise to walk these streets alone."

Raoneth - Me

Edited by: Raoneth at: 3/9/03 6:17:19 pm

[Radaroc]

"I'm a mercenary! why in C'oors name am I with a party! then Shaint ran out of the tavern and out onto the streets of Strata.

Great, leave the troll with the angry villigers. Radaroc thought to himself.  The other patrons of the tavern were beginning to give him threatening looks.  And after that Grunk person went around talking about "trolls" everyone will find out soon. Rising quickly from his seat he walked out of the barroom.  

Once outside he took a deep breath of the dry night air.  He looked down the street to see the still running figure of Shaint.  OK, not gonna follow him tonight, he's got his own demons to take care of.  Across the street was a tall 3 story building, one wall had collapsed and a large dune had moved in to cover most of that side.  A good a place as any to keep an eye out for people.  Using hands and legs he half-ran half-loped up the sand dune.  At the roof it was flat except for where it sloped to meet the dune.  Looking out over quiet city he saw Shaint still running and Atrii quietly walking down one of roads Raoneth silently catching up to him.

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

Advanced search

[Members]

Members Total Members: 2849 Latest: abigailjordan Stats Total Posts: 214569 Total Topics: 8052 Online Today: 56 Online Ever: 216 (November 30, 2006, 09:08:03 AM) Users Online Users: 0 Guests: 32 Total: 32

[Artimidor]

	Powered by SMF 1.1.21 | SMF © 2005, Simple Machines TinyPortal v0.9.8 © Bloc
Theme based on Cerberus with Risen adjustments by Bloc and Krelia Modified By Artimidor for The Santharian Dream