Thirsty Herald XV: Day 3 Firstflame

[Phyth Glenfield]

His drink finished, Phyth took a quick look around the bar with a little disgust. At least the fights had quit for a time. Phyth stood up quietly and walked over to the bar, slapping his mug and a couple sans on it. Time to check on Iago.

The door creaked and shut quietly, as Phyth exited the tavern without a sound towards the direction of the stables. Suddenly he heard a small neigh coming from the stables. It came from Iago, but Phyth wasn't too concerned. The neigh was more grumpy than angry. He just hoped no one would make her go from grumpy to angry.

The stable was dark and musty, and there were noises other than Iago's neighs inside. Phyth walked inside, heading straight for Iago. She looked as if she had been waken from yet another nap. Suddenly Phyth noticed two people in another stall. Why they were there, he didn't know. Leading Iago out of her stall, Phyth walked over addressed them. "Horses sleep here," he said gruffly. He motioned over to the tavern. "People sleep there."

"No matter where you go, there you are..."
Buckaroo Banzai

Phyth Glenfield

[so orril miesefer]

I don't know, you've already fainted for this... Said Orril but then looked again to Navar and decided to go for some reagents to try to stop the bleeding. Now that I think it... please sear this while I get my reagents, but be sure you don't waste a lot of energy on this. without waiting for an answer Orril moved to his room again and picked some quartz powders, then headed back to Navar's room. Getting ready to reduce the bleeding arround the area so the new seared patch wouldn't burst open again.

What's my magic? My treasure. What's my God? My freedom. My law? the strength and the wind. My mother country the sky So Orril Miés'éfer, Sky master.

[Thorgas Ironforge]

Nodding to the elf, Thorgas went cautiously towards the assassin and looked at his wound. It's still bleeding and he knew if it would not be stopped, the elf would die. He cannot risk using the burning regeneration spell; it might fizzle. He decided that he should do it the more painful way. that is, to sear the wound close with a real flame.
"I'll close yar wound with a real flame, dark elf. Prepare yar screams, this would hurt aloot."
Thorgas began to conjure a flame in his hands, and without hesitating, touched the wound of the dark elf. He could hear the flesh sizzling. He did not look at the face of the assasin, it might make him stop the spell prematurely.
After the spell Thorgas saw the wound was seared close, but not enough as to properly clot the blood.
"Thar now. Wait for yar long eared friend to return and put the finishing touches on the wound."

Behold... Admire... Fear... and Wonder. Witness the fire burning in me... Burning... To Avenge.

The Ironforge Pyromancer

[Kali Rae]

Kali looks down at the cowering child, unsure of what to do.  As a child she had spent much of her time in the company of adults, helping cheats and scoundrels make coin at games of chance.  Only rarely did she spend any time with her peers and even then she found it uncomfortable.  Still, she feels pity for this little scared little creature, all alone in the dying light of the day.  Unsure of what to say, she crouches to meet the child at eye level.  "I'm, uh... Kali," she says a little unsure of herself, "how long have you been here?"  She holds out the blanket, feeling guilty for taking the child's possession.  Her mind searches for some explanation as to why this emaciated child is sleeping in the stables with the animals.

The door opens and Kali's head turns and she watches the silhouette of a man enter and make his way to one of the horses.  He checks the horse over then leads the horse out of the stall, walking towards her and the child.  She twists her body so as to be able to face the man and moves swiftly to stand up but fails to notice that she has one foot firmly planted on the same blanket she is holding in her hands.  The unexpected unwillingness of the blanket to rise with her throws Kali slightly off-balance and she steps forward with her other foot to steady herself.  That foot becomes tangled in the blanket also.  Unable to keep her balance Kali tumbles onto the same pile of hay on which the girl had previously been slumbering.

Kali is aware that the man had said some short words about proper sleeping places.  She untangles the blanket from her legs and kicks it off her, and it lands in between her and the stranger.  Feeling foolish and small Kali looks at the blanket and mutters, "Thankyousir," and then forcing her eyes upward towards his face she continues a little more clearly though still softly, "I am aware of that."  Prodded by the need to regain some dignity and emboldened by the solitude of the stables she brushes off the hay that is clinging to her shirt, remains sitting and says, "Although I doubt any sleep got in that place would be either long or restful, so I thank you for your concern but I'll make my own arraignments for the night."  Kali glances briefly at the girl and then returns her gaze to the man with the horse.

-- "It is the extraordinary people that we tell stories about, still, everyone has a story if you look hard enough." --

Kali Rae

[Navar The Rogue Assassin]

Navar felt odd, as he was submerged in a swirl of colors he begins to hear a cry Son Father Son Father where are you Son why did you let me die, why were you so weak But father I was….and Hantyn was....*sniff* Navar hangs his head Im sorry. Sorry won’t bring me back, sorry won’t fix my life….or your mothers Navar jerks his head and cries Father….. I…. Then all of a sudden standing befoe Navar is a dark figure with a darker voice. You failed them, you failed them both and know you fail. And with that the dark figure fire a flaming arrow at Navar and with a gasp It’s you, its…. And then the flaming arrow engulfed Navar and an intense searing pain shot through his entire body, a pain so intense, it caused Navar to be violently jerked from his nightmare and with a scream shot up

HANTYN, ahhhhhhhh. And with a sudden uncontrollable reflex navar darts his hand out and firmly wraps his hand around the Dwarfs throat. Blinking a few times and looking around he soon realized where he was and swiftly removed his hand from Thorgas’s throat. Glared hard at him. Well what kinda welcome did you expect with a wake up call like that. Blasted Dwarf *ugh* heh heh you sure know how to make an impression *Cough cough*.

Propping himself against the door flame frame he looked at the dwarf, and feeling the need to some what apologize and thank this dwarf for his kind services. Even though Navar had done nothing but smart off and been an annoyance, this dwarf had come to his rescue. So mustering up the strength to do so Navar glared at the Dwarf and said What took you so long?

There are those who KILL and those who are KILLED, guess which one YOU are.     ~Navar~

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[so orril miesefer]

Better you don't move Navar, we haven't finished with you, that searing will only held your blood for some moments not long enought to go anywhere exept your bed. Said Orril, rubing his hands with the quartz powder. Now, better you lay down, I will reduce your blood movement so it can heal faster. Not waiting for an answer Orril pushed Navar to a chair, and started to touch the wond, focusing in the slower movement, Orril the moved to Navar's heart zone, and focused in the slow motion. Navar's heart started to reduce its pulse, the bleeding stoped slowly, forming a new scar quickly.

Better you sleep, your heart beats will be slow for some minutes more and better you keep them at this phase or you will die dried of blood. You will feel dizzy but is far better than death.

Orril rose again and with a hand over his head said Better you don't hurt for a while, both the dwarf and me have some mind fatigue and that won't pass quickly so we are unable to casts spells till we recover.
And... better latter, I don't want to make your heart beat rise again.

Then looked to the bed and said Please step to your room, Navar will need a long time to recover fully of his rage and I prefer no one to bother him or make his hear beat rise. Then looked to the dwarf and whispered Consider that a thanksgiving... we will hardly ever hear him say that... let's go, better he be alone

With this Orril moved out the room still touching his head while he tryed to put order to the ideas that where flowing inside it. Grrr... this is so frustraiting, I really hate when I can't order my head after the spells. Caresing Shadows head with his free hand and taking Storm over his right shoulder he walked downstairs and moved out the inn to take a long walk in the desert with his familiars.

The falling sun in the horizont made Orril move to the stables, just to set up the place for Shadow and Storm and make sure no one would had taken the space he had for his animals.

Entering in a stable wasn't something that Orril loved, the smell wasn't really pleasant, yet he preferred to keep Shadow and Storm there, in his room at night, both of them would bring havock...

When he passed the door, Orril noted he wasn't alone, the human that had helped out the several brawls was there with his horse, a lady a bit hidden from the sight in front a stall, the stall he had used for Shadow and Storm the past day.
huh, seems here's a party and I was uninvited... My lady, may you excuse... While saying this he walked to the stall where the woman was standing, followed closely by his animals. His thoughts were suddenly stoped when he noted that in the stall wasn't only the woman, but a girl that looked really bad, her cloths were tore in every place, and she looked like she was freezing out there. Orril's heart wasn't really cold... wasn't cold at all, and seeing the poor girl made him feel the need to know more about her.

For all the Gods, how did you came to sleep here? And... well, you surelly don't want to be here all the night dear girl, come to the inn and I'll pay you a room. Let me introduce myself, I'm So Orril Miés'éfer, but most just call me Orril... or golden elf... Who are you? Orril stood there while Shadow jumped over to the stall and started to walk near the girl, just to aproach and lick her hand Seems you like him... he want's to play with you. Orril stood there, watching Shadow aproach again the girl.

What's my magic? My treasure. What's my God? My freedom. My law? the strength and the wind. My mother country the sky So Orril Miés'éfer, Sky master.

[Thorgas Ironforge]

Thorgas loudly gasped for air as the assassin's hand closed around his throat and nearly lifted him off his feet. The elf, realizing his mistake, released the dwarf's throat as quickly as he had grabbed it.
Thorgas felt very dizzy after the choking experience. The blasted elf nearly yank out a piece of his treasured beard! Thinking that the dark elf will kill him now that he is defenseless, Thorgas moved groggily towards the hall. He didn't bother to hear the assassin talk; He just walked as fast as he could to his quarters. Just outside Navar's room though, Thorgas slipped and fell face down on the floor. His head was spinning and he can't get up; there was nothing to do but to squirm away from the thug, try to get downstairs and ask for help from his mercenary friend.
Deciding that it was a useless attempt against an agile killer, he sat up, faced the assassin, and held his palms open and facing Navar. It is very obvious that he can't cast spells yet, not with his state of mental fatigue.
"Don't come any closer," The dwarf said weakly, his voice shaking with fear. "Please don't hurt me."

Behold... Admire... Fear... and Wonder. Witness the fire burning in me... Burning... To Avenge.

The Ironforge Pyromancer

Edited by: Thorgas Ironforge at: 11/18/06 4:31

[Navar The Rogue Assassin]

Navar stared at the stunned Dwarf and listen to his pleas for life and began to fell a weird tug at his heart "What? what is this emotion, I feel...bad for him. Urg"

Navar groaned as he forced himself up and slowly stumbled towards the dwarf and glared at him, and with all the strength he could muster he held out his hand to help the dwarf up off the ground. "I must appologize my friend, I was having a nightma......I thought you were someone else, someone who I killed years ago. Navar pauses and and averted eye contact from the Thorgas I thought you were the man who killed my parents

Here take my hand, I have no need to kill you, or I would have done so by know Navar still feeling bad bent down and put the Dwarf's arm around his shoulder and hoisted him up. You need rest, come Ill take you to your room

Navar began to cough under the wait of the stout Dwarf and as he walked he began to cough up blood Pay no heed to me Dwarf...you have done enough for me....now I will help you.

Navar made his way to Thorgas's room and helped the Dwarf to his bed. Feeling tired Navar decided to head back to his own room and as he approached the door he stumbled and fell flat on his face, using his arms he pulled himself to the door's frame and rested. Navar laughed "Look at the both of us...too weak to do anything" Navar breathing very heavily swalloed his pride and did something that he did not do offten. Speaking asoftly and sincerly Navar whispers "Thank you Dwarf.....I....I owe you one" and with that Navar drifts back to sleep, where again he would surly be confronted by the pig that murdered his parents, Hantyn

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[Thorgas Ironforge]

Thorgas was stunned as the dark elf took him to his room and on his bed. Certainly he never would have expected such treatment from a savage, compassionless brute like Navar.
After saying a silent 'thank you', He lied down on his bed, thinking of what the rogue assassin said to him as he was brought to his quarters. Why, he's nice. I do feel sorry for his family though.

He was rather concerned when he saw the dark elf stagger and cough blood as he help him towards the room. Very commendable, but risky, he thought. Thorgas sat up and limped towards the table,. He picked up a jar full of cold water and after pouring himself a mugful, he drank it greedily. It's time for him to rest again.

I better check on Buri and make sure he is comfortable. Afterwards I'll check the assassin and tend to his wounds. With these thoughts in mind, the dwarf tucked himself in his warm blankets, thinking about his warm supper as he went to sleep.

Behold... Admire... Fear... and Wonder. Witness the fire burning in me... Burning... To Avenge.

The Ironforge Pyromancer

Edited by: Thorgas Ironforge at: 11/21/06 16:32

[Gamaliel Ironforge]

"Huh? Where am I? What time is it?"
Gamaliel woke up and found himself asleep in the common room. He looked around, gathering his wits together like straw blown about by the wind. He looked through the window, then at the rest of the patrons. There are new ones in here,  but he can't see his brother anywhere."Ahh, that's what I call a beer. Too strong." He then looked at the bottom of the pitcher, then to his mug. Both are empty. Grumbling a little, He went upstairs to his brother's room and found the dwarf sleeping.
"Oh right, I remember. He fainted after using magic too much." he said to himself. "That's what you get from trying to be a hero."
Gamaliel went to the drawer and searched for blankets and pillows. He found a couple of soft, heavy blankets, but not one of the soft pillows with which to rest his weary head. Sighing, he spread the blankets on the floor and lied down on it. After a day of drinking and sitting around all day, rest in it seems wonderfully good. He decided to take a little nap, and perhaps wake up later to enjoy a warm supper of roasted meat and fresh vegetables.

Swinging my axe once is murder; twice is nicer.

The Ironforge Paladin

Edited by: Gamaliel Ironforge at: 11/19/06 14:41

[Rhaki Tekashi]

With the sun now sinking beyond the horizon, Rhaki sauntered out of the bloodsoaked in to watch the golden glow of the sunset. It was not quite down yet, but in a few hours it would be. His Kuatu hopped from his shoulder and scuttled aimlessly across the ground. Upon catching a glimps of a chestnut, he bolted over to it and ravenously began to tear open the shell. Rhaki sat down on a cool stump, and pulled out his daggers. With a rag, he cleaned off the blood-encrested blades, and slid it neatly back in it's sheath. Hopefully he wouldn't need them again.

A light breeze brushed Rhaki's hood off of his bedraggled hair. It seemed to whisper to him. To give him instructions on where to go, and what path to take. It told him to continue to Strata - he must reach it as soon as possible. He pondered this possibility for a moment, then decided he would leave early the next day - he would make it to Strata before sundrown that way.

Having made up his mind, he called over Teku, and wandered back inside. Rhaki pulled up a chair and sat heavily down, relaxing every joint in his body. It had been a long afternoon, and most painful for everyone to. A little rest would do good.

.:*:.:*:.Rhaki Tekashi - White Rogue.:*:.:*:.

[Callie Sornak]

Callie didn't know what to say to the woman. She had rudely woken her from her quiet slumber....but why? She wasn't doing anyone harm. Perhaps, since she had taken her blanket, she thought that Callie had stolen it.

"I'm, uh... Kali. How long have you been here?" She then held out the blanket as if she were sorry for taking it. This confused Callie very much. She looked up at the woman with a quizzical look in her eyes.

But, before she could say anything, someone, a male by the look of the shadow, came into the stable. Callie jumped a bit, and nearly ran when Kali fell down next to her. Her large brown eyes filled with tears as the man spoke few words in a harsh tone of voice. She was so concetrated on flashbacks, that she didn't even hear what the woman said.

Before anything else could happen, another male walked into the stable, this one an Elf. With him came a large wolf. Callie pressed herself against the back of the stable wall, but the wolf approached her and started to lick her hand.

Letting out a small cry, Callie pushed off from the wall and took off at a run out of the stable. She ran around to the back of it and sat down upon the ground, shivering. Suddenly, she started to go into another coughing fit. This one shook her entire small frame. Her hand soon was covered in spots of blood; some from the cut on her lip, and some from the blood that she was coughing up.

Unable to catch her breath, Callie gave a small weezing gasp before her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her small form slumped against the back of the stable and slowly slipped to the ground.

[so orril miesefer]

What's wrong? said Orril, looking the little girl run, Shadow returned to Orril, and as the little girl coughted Orril nderstood she wasn't really good to run, provably she was sick and with the look she had it wouldn't be a surprice.

I think we should take her into the tavern... seems she needs rest and food... and cloths and care in general... who could do this to her? Said Orril, before picking the little girl in his arms and starting to walk back to the tavern.

What's my magic? My treasure. What's my God? My freedom. My law? the strength and the wind. My mother country the sky So Orril Miés'éfer, Sky master.

[Drasil Razorfang]

Drasil quickly retracted his hand from Cherri’s damp hair as she screamed in pain and the spell shaped by her subconscious began to subside.  Leaning over the sweaty figure of the woman beside him, Drasil cautiously peered at her face, looking for any signs to denote the woman’s state.  A few moments later, after the worried elf had removed his head, the woman awoke, gasping for air and jerking her body erect.  Golden eyes staring, Drasil watched silently as the woman regained her bearings and fixed her now disheveled hair.  Satisfied with her appearance the beautiful elfess rolled to face the barely clothed warrior, propping herself up with an elbow.  Diverting his gaze from her purple eyes, the shy elf noticed the ample cleavage the magess had managed to display in such a casual gesture.

Suddenly remembering his own exposed form, the elf abruptly slammed his hand into the damp towel, obscuring the blatent view that Cherri had already found.  Wincing in pain as the blow struck his crotch, the warrior blushed, squirming awkwardly under the woman’s quizzical stare.

Satisfied with the accidental viewing Drasil had displayed, Cherri looked back into the blushing elf’s eyes, sighing deeply as she obviously wrestled with an idea.  “Are you ok?” she asked, scanning what was visible of the room in the fading light, lingering over the bloodied bandages and the remnants of the elf’s clothes.  Without waiting for a reply she continued cautiously  before trailing off to once again stare at Drasil’s body and continuing in a huskier tone.  “Though I cannot say you are an unwelcome sight,” she said, broadly smiling as she blushed, spreading a rosy color across her face before disappearing into her dress.

Pausing briefly to notice Drasil’s damp hair and towel, the woman mischievously continued her monologue, causing the shy elf to blush profusely as scandalous thoughts entered his head, he watched Cherri broadly grin, having sensed his thoughts.

Leaning in timidly, as if to kiss the woman, the couple was suddenly interrupted as a man slithered through the window on the opposite wall.  Drawing back abruptly, Drasil scrambled to cover his exposed form, as Cherri hastily flung the sheets over the pair.  Gripping his thigh firmly under the sheets to prevent him from moving, she smiled warmly at the intruder.

The new man was stunningly handsome, easily overshadowing any attractive features that Drasil possessed.   “I apologize for the intrusion, dearest fellows, and realize that my words may be unwelcome to such lovers in such positions as you now find yourselves, but I must query as to the current situation and ascertain that certain perils have been assuredly prevented? I was called to aid in a case of sleep..er... casting?” he asked, delivering an omniscient smile to Drasil, showing that he had seen what was about to take place.  Opening his mouth to speak, the elf choked over his words in embarrassment, before abruptly snapping his mouth shut and letting Cherri deal with the situation.  She is much better at these things anyways, he thought, eyeing the weapons in the handsome man’s hands, looking for a way to easily disarm him.

After a long awkward silence, the warrior realized that Cherri expected him to handle the situation.  “Ummmm….Its no problem…I guess,” the timid elf responded, golden eyes awkwardly flitting around the room.  Remembering his lack of attire, Drasil, wishing to get the man out of the room as quickly as possible, gestured to the deadbolted door.  “The door is that way…erm…You just…um…shift the bolt to the left.  Sorry for your...trouble.”

Fidgeting on the bed as he waited for the man to leave, Drasil was startled once again by a sudden noise coming from the door.  Outside someone was pounding the solid wood, causing the hinges and bolt to squeek as they gave under the pressure before flying off, sending the door crashing inward.  As the hulking mass of wood settled to the ground with a heavy bang, a figure stormed into the room, ranting passionately.  The obnoxious tone and self-centered attitude allowed Drasil to easily identify the figure as Navar even before he could clearly see the assassin.  Promising himself that he would not be provoked into fighting nude, he quickly tuned out the Coor’hem’s tirade, though by the looks of disgust the assassin was delivering in his direction, he assumed that it was not a positive discussion.

Suddenly, the flurry of angry words trailed off as the child of Co’or abruptly fell to the floor unconscious.  Ignoring the fallen body, and the multitude of people who made their way into the room, Drasil stepped from the bed, double checking the security of his towel and scooped up the remains of his clothing.  Handing it to Cherri, he picked up the woman, using her weight to support the slipping garment and carried the woman into his room where he covered and locked the window and bolted the door.  “Now, about that bath,” he said, a scandalous smile flitting across his face, “I think that it could easily be arranged.”

Drasil Razorfang CD

Edited by: Drasil Razorfang at: 11/22/06 0:36

[Rvahr the Hunter]

It seemed the elf had cleared the situation and there would be no more trouble, he was invited to leave and was about to move in accordence, hoping that the couple's flaunted lusts had not been dampened by his intrusion. "Well, try to keep the scares to a minimum." He sort of chuckles out, eyeing the discomfort of the elves with a sly grin. Before he is able to take a step toward the door, it explodes. Suddenly, R'vahr is very confused. There comes screaming and yelling and accusations, and while R'vahr found few of them very insulting, the tone seemed to belittle himself and the two cuddling elves. "I really don't see whats wrong with a little evening play? Though I assure you I have been given no invitation as to join in the occation." Even as the R'unorian attempts to bring the Co'orhem to a more stable state, the elf faints. Now, whatever confusion had riddled R'vahr's brain before now comes twofold, as a multitude of healers, elves, and dwarves come to the screaming elf's aid. He gives a quiete greeting to all and asks his leave, quickly slipping out of the room and begining for the stairs. Finding that delightful girl seemed the best idea.

EDITED: All speech WILL include these "....". That is my second mention of it to you R'vahr.

~Sincerely~

Cáo fá cár'tuulén:Twen Araerwen

Swimming through waters of truth and sustinance, filled by tribulations and dark discordiance,
is a monster who cries tears of steel and an angel, who sceams symphonies.

-R'vahr, The Hunter in Darkness

Edited by: Twen  Araerwen  at: 11/22/06 3:26

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