Chapter Three: Onto the War

[Lucirina Telor Vevan]

Lucirina
The elf heard the call of Bobbo and the thud of the sword as it landed on the ground by her. She didn't take her eyes off Rhas that was fuming even more with every insult thrown at her by Shaint, the two fireballs in her hands had grown in size and Lucirina was quite sure that she had no time to reach the sword in the sand.
She slowly touched the handle of the dagger hoping the witch didn't notice her movements.

Rhas
Was grithing her teeth at the many insults from Shaint, but she knew that she had to keep focused. It seemed that the elven wnech that was standing in front of her was important to many of the people in the crowd.
She grinned evily as one of them threw a sword to the elf, making it land in the sand close to her feet.
"One movement wench... just one little movement and I will burn you to crisp."
Her breath was heaving and the wound in her chest was burning like hellfire, making her sway ever so slightly. Yet the fire of hate burning in her mind was more than enough to keep her from fall.
She noticed that the elf she knew as Nightbird didn't move toward the sword at all, instead her hand was straying over her forearm. Rhas wondered what she was doing, but then a short reflex coming from the concealed blade as the elf lifted her sleeve revealed the plans of the elf to her.
With a wide smirk she aimed the fireball at Lucirina and fired, a maniac laughter coming from her lips.

Qui
The crowd made place so Qui could come trough.
He saw the sword fly trough the air and land by Lucirina, he saw her ignoring it and slowly moving her hand toward the hidden blade.
His eyes grew wide in fear as he saw the witch smirking-
*Luci...NO!!*
The thought ran tough his head as Rhas aimed at Lucirina.
Before anyone could do anything to stop him he had crossed the distance between him and Luci and embraced her, shielding her from the burning orb with his own body, reciving a impact that send both him and Luci into the ground.
The smell of charred flesh and burning clothes filled the air along with the scream of Lucirina.
Rhas was still laughing and aiming a new fireball at the crowd behind Lucirina, her other hand still aiming at Gararion.
"Who will be the next one?"
She said mockingly.

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

[Gararion]

Gararion watched as the witch fire one of the fire balls toward Lucirina.  Gararion moved towards sending his aid when a man came from no where and embraced Lucirina within his arms, then being engulfed within a ball of twisting flames.  As soon as it started it was over, with both the man and Lucirina lying upon the ground, motionless.  With that Gararion slowly made his way in front of the two, in front of every one else in the group.  Raising his staff above him quickly he created a wall of powerful twisting winds, the strength of a twister, around himself and Rhas.  Dust from the ground below began lifting up, creating a sandstorm around everyone blocking from sight what was going on within the walls of the twisting current of air.

"I will not watch in silence no longer fire witch.  We've seen what pain you can sufffer and you've seen that the one you wish to kill, the one you call nightbird, has friends within our group.  I have seen far to many hurt within our little adventure, no longer!  By the dream of Avá I will end this now!"

The winds seemed to grow stronger by the minute, but how long could Gararion hold this protected wall up protecting those who stood behind it, surely this battle would take much away from him and from Rhas herself.  Gararion would at some point release the wall if he wish to remain at full strength to fight this Rhas, hopefully he could weaken her enough before then....

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[Radaroc]

Gararion hurled his power agaist the fire druid but he was straining.  Radaroc looked to Derm who was in one of his vest pockets in the shape of a small dune mouse.  "Magic users need to stay focused, right?" Derm let out a small chirp of affirmatioin.
Dashing to the side so as not to disturb Gararion's wind wall, the full grown male troll charged Rhas.

Just before he smashed into her however he grabbed her and held the witch to him in a powerful bear hug.  "No more fire!  I don't like fire!" he grimiced as his arms and chest grew hotter.

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

[Raoneth]

Raoneth moved slowly towards them, there was shouting inside the croud. "I bet someone's angry because we didn't bring the weapons..." he murmured before an explotion of fire erupted in the middle of the crowd. He could feel the warmth as it hit his face and barely had time to rub his eyes before he could feel someone using wind magic nearby. A thick wall of wind appeared in the middle of the croud.
He moved closer, a couple of people lay at the place of the explotion, the man on top was severely burned on his back,
probably dead. Perhaps he sacrificed himself for whoever is underneath him.
First true man of honor I can remember to have seen... too bad he's dead. He thought as he turned towards the wall of wind, carefully probing it with his magic.
Probing with wind magic didn't seem to be mutch different from doing it with life magic. Sending out a few strands of wind to search and attempt to penetrate the wall. Baithag! this is thick. whoever made this must know what he's doing. Or maybe I'm just very untalented.

(thanks for pointing it out, Gar.)

Raoneth - Me

Edited by: Raoneth at: 7/30/03 17:06

[Gararion]

OOC: I think that post was suppose to be within the OOC thread and not the IC thread  

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[Gararion]

Gararion keeping his attention strained toward Rhas waited for her to make a move.  As this happened Radorac rushed past the wall of air he had made and grappled with Rhas.  Wretched troll Gararion thought.  Gararion waited to see what would happen next.  Simple minded troll, he doesn't know what he is getting himself into....

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[Bobbo the Beggar]

Bobbo cried out, "NO!!!" as he saw the fireball fly towards Lucirina. He quickly aimed his ring and used its power to try and deflect the ball, but the flame only passed the ball, a much stronger magic than that of the ring, and hit the gate. Soon the gate of the city was red hot and began to melt. The hinges broke off and the gate came carreening down to the ground, not near anyone of course.

Bobbo's face filled with anguish as he knew Lucirina's life was over. Then he watched hopelessy as Qui threw himself in the path of the fire. Bobbo's eyes widened as they both flew to the ground.

Bobbo rushed to their sides. Kneeling down before them, he looked at Qui's wounds. His eyes filled with tears. "Aye, that it must come to this!"

He rolled Qui's body over to look at his face, and found that he still lived, if but barely. Looking to Lucirina, he found her only bruised from the fall.

Bobbo looked into Qui's eyes and said, "You have done the most noble deed I have ever seen. You have put your own life on the line for her. Woe that it had to be this way. If I had known the love you have for her, I would have given her up to you."

He looked at Lucirina and then turned to Qui and said in a quivering voice, "Woe that you were not the lord and I the soldier. For you are a better man than I. You deserve her more than I. I . . . am nothing. My heart has forgiven you."

Tristin The Tristin was quite overwhelmed by the flow of events. As the fireball went towards Lucirina, he gasped in shock, and then watched in shock as Qui came forward and took the damage. He saw them go flying to the ground, and he saw Lord Robert rush to their side.

Looking to Rhas, he saw that she was already preparing another fireball. Drawing his sword and rushed to stand in front of those on the ground and Robert. Pointing the blade to the heavens, he stood stoicly before the witch and watched as Gararion's winds closed around him and Rhas.

That will not hold for ever he thought to himself.

"Just try, witch!" he shouted defiantly into the winds, "If you have anything strong enough to get through this blade, then you deserve to kill us!"

'All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.'
The Lord of the Ring: The Fellowship of the Ring (Chapter 2: The Shadow of the Past)
Adventures of Caelereth

[Radaroc]

In a sudden burst of energy, Radaroc was forced to break his hold and flew back from the sudden explosion of flame.

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

[Shaint]

Shaint watched all the occurances happen one after another Strong winds shot up after the witch threw a Fireball at Lucrina that was intercepted by a man, the Tristin drew swords and everything seemed to go to Hell and radaroc flew backwards,

The actions catching Shaint off-guard to begin with the winds slammed his body as he moved to help out and threw him backwards and in the air he threw words out in Sty'rash as he did so his body slammed into a stone wall with an escape of an 'GUYGH!' from the breath being knocked from his body he landed on a knee he slowly stood up he was still in good rang, it had only felt like he had flown for 60 peds

He mumbeled inwardly "I recall why I allways hated the practice of Magic

I may have lost my feelings, but your going to lose more than that when I come after you

[KeelinElf]

OOC: Gararion, did you ever give Keelin her sword back? I'm just going to assume he didn't.

Keelin braced herself as the winds sprang up, but she still slid back several peds. Between the wind and the flames, it was hard to tell what was going on, but it couldn't be anything good.

And I though all we had to do was assassinate a powerful, evil lord. Silly me. I should have expected there to be a confrontation with a fire witch.

She bared her teeth in a silent snarl of frustration. What in Coor's name does she WANT anyways?! As if we didn't already have enough to deal with!

She gripped the hilt of the sword she'd been given tighter and took a few steps foward so she could see what was happening.  

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

[Shaint]

Shaint threw a forearm infront of his face and kept watching the 'battle' infront of him allmost completely forgetting that he still needed to get the supplies for the tristrin and his army, Shaint turned the corner and got behind a building where there was no winds... he took off running through the streets of Strata sand covered and dirty he stopped at the first Merchant he came to, asking if they knew where Oscars friend was...

I may have lost my feelings, but your going to lose more than that when I come after you

Edited by: Shaint at: 8/1/03 19:35

[KeelinElf]

Keelin tore her gaze away from the battling wizards and glanced around. This is not good. Troas is going to notice this sooner or later and he's going to wonder what's going on. And if he gets here and the Tristan's army still doesn't have their supplies... This could be really bad.

She spotted Shaint rushing off. Where is he going? She thought,turning and following.

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

[Shaint]

Shaint shot his head around and saw Keelin "I'm glad you decided to come, come we need to find Oscars friend we need those supplies!" Shaint  spoke to every merchant that he could see untill finally running into a small shop about the size of a little tavern, Shaint trudged in out of breath and leaned on the counter out of breath "I, I'm looking, F , for a friend of, Osc, Osca, Oscar's, Oscar Lo, Lotus"

Shaint said as he looked at the man, he was old of age...and his eyes filled with wisdom

Old Man:"I know of the man you speak, Oscar Lotus of the Thirsty Herald, good man he is what might you be needin Mr.Elf?"

Shaint perked up and dusted himself off "I believe it's you here is what I need" Shaint said pulling an ruffled torn piece of paper from under his leather vest and recited it the man behind the counter got serious looking and nodded leading Shaint and Keelin to he back.

Old Man:"you finally came, I was wondering if you would ever come to get these supplies, The Resistance is going to need them against Traos"

Shaint looked at the man and spoke firmly "I know, the resistance is here now!" The ld man looked suprised as he brushed his scruffy white beard and quickly grabbed a hat and cloak

Old Man:"COME Mr.Elf we shall take my wagon they need supplies this instant!"

Shaint blinked as the Old man ripped the sheet covering a wagon allready stocked with crates of 'supplies' and Shaint climbed aboard the Old man getting into the drivers seat and slapping the reigns the horses took off from inside and burst open two large wooden doors they turned a corner and headed down the sandy covered roads to the eastern gate where the tristran and his men where behind it, in th ecenter stood Lucrina and the witch known as Rhas....

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

[KeelinElf]

Keelin listened and watched and decided she really didn't know what was going on, but it was apparently a good thing...

She got up and sat on the back of the wagon as they moved off. I hope this helps. This is a bigger mess than I was expecting.

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

[Shaint]

Shaint stood up from the front and grabbed the side of the wagon and put his foot against it getting leverage he swung off the corner from where the carrige was attatched to the wagon and hugged the wall down to the opening where he slowly swung aroun dthe corner and stepped into the hay spread wagon and slowly walked twords Keelin he smiled lightly before looking down at her, the canopy on the wagon causing him to duck slightly, "Keelin, theres something I need to tell you...however i'm not sure if I should...because i'm not at all sure what your feelings would be after I said it..."

Shaint said as his face got to a blank look with a slight hint of smile ever so often, "Keelin, sadly we havent gotten to spend much time together, alone anyway but even so I've grown quite fond of you during these travels, perhaps...." Shaint froze as he thought of the words to say fidgeting with his fingers at his sides. "Keelin what I am trying to ask is two things first of all I'm asking you to seace wondering the lands, and second....well..........second...."

Shaint stopped to crouch on one knee and pat himself down quickly before removing a dagger and slicing the seem on his pants where a pocket opening would be, after sheething hi sknife he pushed two fingers into his pocket and pulled from it a dull silver ring, it had engraved designes of vines and leaves, along with few elves runes... Shaint held it tightly between both of his fingers and made it stand up to be seen perfectly....

"May I have thine grace of taking your fine hand in marrige, and calling you forever as mine own to love and to cherish for the rest of my existance upon this world?...." Shaint left it at that in silence as he awaited an answer......any answer........ as he hoped in the back of his mind that the nights of camping in the desert and melting the fine metal and engraving the arts into it would pay off.....as he had poured his very life and soul into it's creation....

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