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Ta'lia of the Seven Jewels
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« Reply #75 on: January 08, 2004, 08:45:22 PM »

Talia doesn‘t want to believe, that it is this urgent - that the inn is not save and Nehtors temple either. But looking at Koldar and in which condition he is, the  injuries Terra has suffered, she better assumes the worst.

„Well, then you go to the Nehtor temple to ask your questions and I go to get Avour. We meet in the temple of Nehtor then - as soon as possible Avour has to see Terra as quickly, even if the healing process is faster, it will take its time. I don‘t want to leave Terra back.
What about your belongings in the inn? Koldar?Our animals? We have to get them later...!“

With saying this, Talia is about to hurry away, but then turns back to the magus.

„Just join however you think will be best - and thanks again for helping!“

An assuring  smile to both, meant to lighten up their mood and strengthen what hope is left - and Talia is gone in the direction of the inn.

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« Reply #76 on: January 10, 2004, 05:35:22 AM »

Capher slowly, painfully came to conciousness.  His mind explored his body and surroundings. Aching, pain but nothing seemed broken  He heard the soft lapping of water upon land and felt the water brush the bottoms of his feet with a soft caress.  He lifted his head a bit and opened his eyes: he was laying upon sand. It must be a beach, he thought.  But where?

He turned over upon his back and squinted as the bright sun glared down upon him.  He raised his hands over his eyes until they adjusted to the brightness.  He stared at the azure blue sky above him, clouds; some thin, some thick and pillowy played with the wind above him.  It all seemed so peaceful.  Peaceful! Now that was not a feeling he had had in a long long time.  He spied some birds floating, diving doing arial acrobatics in the sky. Somehow I believe I can do those things he thought.  He shook his head, "Just childish daydreams." he whispered to himself.

He rose to a sitting position and noticed an amulet hanging from around his neck.  He examined it: it was made of a metal he did not know.  It was colored a dark green and pale blue and had a figure etched upon it but he could not discern what that figure was for whenever he turned the amulet, one way or the other, the figure seemed to change.  And for the life of him he could not figure out what it changed into.  One, he thought for sure was a man, but the other...?  He let it drop.

He looked at his hands and noticed a large ring upon his right ring finger, this he recognized as a coat of arms: a feather pen was crossed over a broken sword both made of a silver color and was embossed upon a black background.  Capher stared at the ring and its coat of arms and tried to think of where he had seen it.  But he could not remember.

Suddenly he took a quick breath in as several thoughts rushed into his mind.  One in particular, Who am I?  Then other thoughts rushed in: Where am I?  What am I doing on this beach?  Where is this beach?  What is the significance of this amulet and ring?  He looked down at himself and noticed that his pants were tore above the knees, he had scratches all over his legs and what looked like small bite marks not only on his legs but his arms and fingers as well.  His shirt was torn and shredded as well.

He looked around and saw no one.  Just some driftwood tossed upon the shore.  He arose and stood up.  His aching muscles rebelling against him but he forced himself to stand and stretch.  He looked behind him and saw the beginnings of a forest where the beach began in toward the land. I need answers, he thought.  And standing here will not help me at all.  He began to walk back up the beach toward the forest.

In a short time he reached the forest and found a small but used path and began to follow it.  He welcomed the coolness of the forests floor upon his feet as he walked through it.  It suddenly occured to him that he had no idea how long or how wide this forest was.  It could be days before he reached the other end.  He stopped and thought.  If I go back I will just be on a deserted beach, however if I go forward I have no idea where I am going, but at least it is going somewhere and sooner or later I may run into someone who can help me.  So I go on forward no matter what.

He continued on and sooner than he thought the path began to widen and the trees began to thin.  He could hear a man's voice singing.  He began to run.  He burst out of the clearing and saw two men upon a cart.  A rather large man with deep bass voice was singing, while another thinner, wiry man held onto the reins of their horses as he steered the cart along a wide dirt road that was heading north.  Capher called out.  "Hey there.  Can you help me?" he asked.

The two men stopped their cart and turned around and stared at him.  Capher thought they stared at him for quite a while, then he understood.  He probably did not look the best.  He slowly walked up to the cart.  "I am sorry if I startled you, but I am lost.  I heard you singing and saw the cart and thought you could possibly help me?"

The smaller of the two whispered something to the larger one that Capher could not hear.  Then the larger one spoke, "Who are ye?  And where did ye come from?"

Capher thought a moment.  He did not know who he was or where he came from, unless you counted the beach.  Capher answered, "I am sorry but I do not seem to recall who I am at the moment and I came from the beach just beyond this forest."

"Came from the beach?" The larger one asked curiously.

"Well I woke up on the beach.  I have no idea how I got there." Capher replied.

Another quick discussion between the two men.  The slighter one flung his arms vehemently around until the larger one wrapped his arms around him and planted a big kiss upon the others forehead.  That really seemed to make the smaller man angry but he held his peace.  The larger one than asked Capher, "Were ye by any chance shipwrecked?"

Capher thought, shipwrec
Immediately flashes of a large ship, and faces, male and female and of small sturdy little folks flit briefly through his mind and then was gone, like smoke from chimmney in a strong wind.  "Maybe.  I cannot recall." Capher answered.

"Well, ye could be sufferin' from a bump on yer head.  Yer mem'ry may come back soon enough.  In the meantime why don't ye hop on up and we will take you into town.  Maybe someone there may know ye."

Capher clambered aboard and sat down next to the larger man.  He held out his massive hand. "Name is Joram and this here is my brother, Haaman.  We are farmers here about and were going to sell our goods in the market.  My missus makes the best dark brown bread in these here parts and my brother, here makes the best ale.  Here why don't ye try some?"  He handed Capher a large chunk of dark brown bread, some cheese and a flagon of ale.  Capher nodded his thanks.  "Besides, ye look like ye haven't eaten in quite a long time.  Ye ribs are sticking out all over the place."

"Thanks." Capher said as he munched slowly upon the bread and cheese and chasing it down with the ale.  The big man began singing again.  Capher looked at both of the men out of the corners of his eyes.  The big man was jovial, had a large bushy black beard and not an ounce of fat upon him.  His brother was almost the total opposite.  He was small but with wiry strength.  Capher could see his biceps bulging beneath his common shirt.  He did not say a word he just kept looking ahead watching the road.

Capher sat there with his thoughts: Who am I?  How did I get here? What do I do?  Am I a sailor?  Again flashes of a ship with strange yet familiar faces flitted quickly across Capher's mind.  Suddenly he asked, "Where am I and what town are we going to?"

The large man laughed boisterously, "Well old man ye are in our cart and we are heading for Chykilis."

Capher.

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« Reply #77 on: January 12, 2004, 06:33:22 AM »

Nearly running, Talia reaches the inn soon. Avour is still sleeping, so Talia sits next to her on the bed, carefully touching her by the shoulder to wake her up. Though time might be short, there is no need to overreact. She doesn‘t want to frighten her.

„Avour, my dear, wake up, we need you!“ Talia is now joggling the half-elf a bit harder, and Avour awakes gaping.

„Avour, we need your help, your healing properties of your blood. Terra is severely wounded and won‘t be able to move soon, but Koldar and she seem to have made some new enemies. Well, they are looking for the heart. May I bring you to Nehtor‘s temple, were she is currently? I will come back and pick up our belongings and animals afterwards.“

Avour only nods, throws her arms around Talias neck for a short time and gets up with her normal grace. She still wears the dress the innkeeper lend them, but Talia can‘t help, they have to hurry. So they pick up Avours few remaining things, including the precious jewels she still carries with her, Talia takes her bundle, their old clothes are still somewhere in the washing facilities of the tavern and lost for now. Darn, her last Shendar outfit!

It takes them not long, and they arrive at the temple of Nehtor. Terra is still in a bad state, but hopefully with Avour now here to help, things will get better.

"Can you help her, Avour?"



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« Reply #78 on: January 13, 2004, 12:47:22 PM »

Avour rubs her eyes frequently as she stumbles along behind Talia. They arrive inside a building and she looks down and smiles noticing that she's still wearing a skirt. Swishing her hips left and right a little she smiles at the material moving and then moves towards Talia. Her smile disappears and her big eyes look at Talia as they start to fill with tears.

"Talia-kin..." She paused looking at Terra for a moment. "No hurt any more." Pointing at Terra, Avour takes a hold of Talia's hand and points to the countless other scars on her arm and then her eyes wilter down towards the ground.  


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« Reply #79 on: January 13, 2004, 04:12:22 PM »

Hajarian turned his attention to Koldar after Talia ran off back to the inn.

"Well, sir knight, to the Temple of Nehtor, or do we have business to take care of elsewhere, first? Or at least, business you would trust an unproven ally such as myself to aid you in?" He said the word 'ally' meticuously, knowing that at least this knight likely still was apprehensive towards him and didn't consider him such yet.

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« Reply #80 on: January 13, 2004, 04:55:22 PM »

After Talia had left to meet Koldar, one of the temple the staff started tending to Terra. She was an older woman, with a decade a least, perhaps even two on Talia, but retained a matured beauty about her. The woman kneeled down beside Terra to have a closer look at the haistily wrapped bandage, despite her still keen eyes. The woman then asks how the injury happened as she unwrapped the bandage, more to be sure the young woman before her remained awake and concious then wanting to hear the story. Terra replied simply in a cool tone, her speach still showing some signs that her mind labored at times, but had regained most of its strength,

"A comrad and I got in a fight with a pair of elven knights, the fight itself is still unclear to me. I know i hit my head, then the magic came, and we ran, but that is all I remember of the encounter."

The woman nods almost absenctly as she applies some herbs to stop any infection from setting in, help the wound heal and releave some of the pain, and spoke prayers to herself. The womans experianced hands worked quickly and gently as she began to once again whap Terra head in a clean bandage. Once done she told Terra to stay lying down, and not to try ot get up, then moves away to others that needed help.

Once she was gone Terra took in on herself to make herself more comfortable, she was not expecting to go anywhere for a while. Without trying to sit up Terra removed her Moonblade from her belt where it was causing some discomfort, laying it next to her, and tried to rest as best she could. Other staff of the temple came now and then to check on her, and make sure she was well. After a while Avour and Talia arrived.


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« Reply #81 on: January 13, 2004, 11:47:22 PM »

"To the temple of Nehtor. I hope they can tell us where to get some news on what is going on." Koldar ignores Hajarian tone by intent, of course he doesn't trust him just because some mage with their knowledge about unnatural phenomenoms would come handy right now!

Koldar quickly heads for the temple all the time looking out for a sign of the two black knights but it was as if they had disappeared.  


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« Reply #82 on: January 14, 2004, 12:47:22 AM »

Talia had thought all would be so easy with Avours ability to heal others with her blood. That this was a possibility to get Terra healthy again in a short time.

Now looking at the desperate Avour she knows, that she was to quick with  deciding things for other people, that she was not sensible enough, not respectful enough towards Avour. Though Avour was so close to her heart as nobody else for a long time now. Looking at the scars on Avours arm, she feels a deep pity for the young woman, who was already abused so many times in her young life. She would not ask her to do it again. There will be other solutions for their problem.

„Oh Avour, I feel so sorry for you, I should not have asked you. Please forgive my,  my thoughtlessness!“

While saying this to Avour, she takes her wrists, looking at them, caressing them with her hands.

„Oh Avour, sorry!“

She takes the young woman in her arms and embraces her tightly. Finally, she loosens her grip, but holds Avour still at the shoulders. With an assuring smile she says:

“Don‘t feel bad about this, my dear. There will be another solution, and you never know, if it was not to our advantage. But you are now safer here than in the inn, at least Koldar fears the worst, and both, Koldar and the magus will come to this temple to meet us all.

I go back to the inn and try to fetch our animals. Hopefully I‘m back soon!“

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« Reply #83 on: January 14, 2004, 01:30:22 AM »

Capher sat silently in the cart being jostled back and forth against the side rail and Joram's huge shoulder.  His mind was a swirl of thoughts; the same thoughts that had plagued him since he found himself on that deserted beach: Who am I?  What was I doing?  Where am I?  Chykilis?  I do not recall ever been there or have I?  This is so confusing, its maddening!!

Capher spoke, "Where will you be taking me in Chykilis?" he asked.

Joram stopped singing.  "Hmm... that is a good question?  What do you think Haaman?"

Haaman did not say a word as he seemed to be deep in thought.  Then he spoke two words. "Nehtor's Temple."

"Nehtor's Temple?  What is that?" Capher asked.

"It is a place of healing." Joram answered.

"Oh" Capher replied.  Nehtor's Temple.  The more Capher kept on repeating to himself in his mind something told him that was not the place to go.  He kept on repeating it within himself suddenly out of the blue he blurts.  "Seyella!"

"Seyella?" Joram boomed.  "Is that what you just said?"

"Um.. Yeah, I guess so." replied Capher not knowing why or even who Seyella was.

"Seyella is the Goddess of Destiny.  Do you worship her?  I would have thought a sailor would worship Baveras."

Capher thought a moment.  Baveras must be the god of the sea.  They think I am a sailor so in a way that makes sense.  But something tells me I am no sailor.  And Seyella is the Godess of Destiny!  Do I worship her or am I connected with her in some way?  Too many questions and no answers.

Capher came to a conclusion.  "Is there a temple of Seyella in Chykilis?"

Joram turned and looked at his brother.  They both shrugged their shoulders.  "Not that we have ever seen or heard about.  Maybe the priests at Nehtor's Temple will know?"

"Maybe, but I think I would rather not go there.  I am doing ok and your wifes bread and you, Haaman's ale has refreshed me.  All I need is some clothes and I think I shall be ok?  I thank you for all you have done."  Capher said.

Joram looked stared at him and then heaved his large shoulders.  "Well if that is what you want then I have no objections.  Do you Haaman?"

"No." Haaman replied.

"Well then I guess it is settled.  The town is just over this bend.  We will drop you off at the market and then you can get yourself some clothes and be on your way."  He paused and then continued.  "You do have some money to pay for the clothes?"

Capher thought.  Money? Another flash of sparkling jewels in someone's hands, his maybe, flitted across his mind and was gone as fast as it had come.  Capher's brow knitted as he thought upon the image.  Joram thought differently.  "No I suppose you would not.  Seeing as how you were either shipwrecked or maybe shanghied?"

Haaman spoke up and said the most words he had said throughout the whole trip.  "Joram I know what you are thinking. Money is scarce these days and we do not even know him."

Capher finally caught on.  He stammered, "Oh I do not want your money.  Your food, drink and friendship is more than I could ever ask for.  I just thank you for that."

Haaman turned and looked at Capher, as if he did not believe him but after awhile he turned back and grunted. He then spoke again. "We do have that old robe." he said.

Joram turned and looked in the back of the cart.  "You mean the one we use as a blanket for the horses?  You surely cannot mean that one?"

"Yup, I do." Haaman replied.  "It is warm and it will offer him some sort of protection, and it may make him look like a cleric.  That way he may be safer from the more unsavory elements of the city."

Joram scratched his beard as he thought.  Then he reached behind him and pulled out the robe. He shook it and dust flew everywhere.  He handed it to Capher.  "It is all we have and it is better than what you are wearing."

Capher took the robe. It was worn, but it was sturdy and it was warm. The color used to be white but not it was more like a dirty gray.  Somehow the color pleased him.  He took the robe and placed it upon his lap.  He smiled at the two brothers. "Thank you very much.  I hope your horses do not mind."

"Nah, they will survive until we find some other rag to put over them at night."

Suddenly the city walls came into sight and Capher could hear the sounds of people and more and more carts were joining the brothers as they made their way to the main gate.

As soon as they came close to the main gate Joram spoke up.  "Well we can take you into the city and then you can find your way from there or we can let you off here outside of the gates.  What do you want to do?"

Capher thought a moment and then asked.  "Are there roads leading north from here?"

Joram replied, "Yeah, you can take this one around the city gates and then join up with the main one leading out of the city north or you could cut across the city heading to the northern gates.  It's up to you."

"I think I will get off now and walk around the city.  The walk may do me good.  Clear my head."

"Ok, but I still think you should go to Nehtor's Temple for some healing.  But it that is what you wish.  Haaman."

Haaman pulled on the reins and the cart stopped.  Capher got off the cart and shook hands with Joram.  "I cannot thank you two enough for your generosity and kindness."

"Hey, that's what we are here for.  To help each other out.  Who knows maybe someday you may be able to help us out someday.  Here, have some more bread, cheese and ale for later."  Joram tied up the goods in a rag and handed them down to Capher.  Capher held back the tears, wondering if he would ever find such good hearted people again?  "Thanks, Thanks again."  He said.

"Just remember us and we will remember you in our prayers that you find your way." Joram shouted as Haaman snapped the reins and the cart began to pull away.  Capher stood there watching them ride away. Suddenly he yelled.  "I do not know your last names.  How will I ever find you again?"

"Ask for the Unger brothers." drifted back the reply.

Capher watched as other carts went by.  Their owners staring briefly down at him and then continued on.  Capher slipped on the robe.  It fit him and the robe fell to about the tops of his ankles.  He began to his walk around the city.  The sun was high now and soon he began to form a sweat.  But it felt good.  Why he decided he needed to head north was a mystery to him, but something told him that was the way he had to go.  So he continued on..

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« Reply #84 on: January 14, 2004, 10:02:22 AM »

Avour looked at Talia, and then looked at Terra. After Talia hugged her she looked again at Talia. She started to bite her lip as she looked at her wrist. "Terra-kin need help. Avour-kin blood fast more, if K-Koldar-Kin scared. Fast ess-ess... excape.." Avour frowned still tired she found it difficult to express herself again. She took a deep breath and scratched her head pulling her hand away.

"Me?" Avour pointed to herself. "No fighter. Me...." She paused again not sure if she was using the right words. "Helper, make pains go away. How cycle runs." Avour looked around moving her eyes about looked about for something to cut herself with.  


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« Reply #85 on: January 14, 2004, 04:43:22 PM »

Terra listened more that watched the short exchange between Talia and Avour, as to look between the two she would need to raise her head just a little, and knew this could aggravate her injury. Though Avour looked about the same age as Terra and was a half-elf, Terra at times saw her an innocent child, and Terra could not help her want to protect Avour from harm at all costs. Terra raised her head just enough to look into Avour's eyes when she spoke, so Avour would know her word were sincere,

"Avour, only do this if it is what you want. I can not ask you to do this for me. I don't like the idea of you harming yourself just to help me."

Terra layed her throbbing head back down on the pillow, letting Avour consider her words.


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« Reply #86 on: January 20, 2004, 04:17:22 AM »

Koldar rushes through the temple doors and does not wait to introduce himself properly. Instead he scarce away the nurses that come to see if the newcomers need something. His behaviour stirs up some disturbance within the otherwise peaceful temple walls and it does not take long till Koldar is confronted with an old and rather grim looking herbswomen.

"My, my, what might a young lord like yourself want here when he does not seek aid from a tavern brawl?"

She asks him rather sharptongued, her whole face obviously disapproving of his turbulent entering. Koldar doesn't care much at the moment about etiquette or goo behaviour and instead just pulls the silver signet ring out of his pocket.

"I need to speak one of the Elders of this temple. I need help and guidance in an important matter." he proclaims without explanation, Koldar hopes the ring is enough of one to keep any all too curious questions at bay.

With great dignity and a stern face that assures Koldar that the herbswoman still thinks his appearance was innapprobiate  she walks away. While she is away Koldar finally looks through the room looking for any hint where Terra might be. After several minutes Koldar finds her and Avour obviously in the middle of a discussion about something.

Koldar remains silent till Terra has ended her advice before making himself be noticed.

"How's your head, Terra?"


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« Reply #87 on: January 20, 2004, 05:22:22 PM »

After Terra had finished what she had to say to Avour, Koldar asked how her head was. Terra was aware of his arrival in the temple, though at first she secretly worried that it may be the Elven Knights, but felt what she had to say Avour was of such importance the she did not divert her attention. Terra was relieved if only a little when she heard Koldar's voice where the raucous ended. Terra gently rolled her head toward Koldar, a ghost of pain pulsing across her face barely noticable with each throb of her head.

"My head is better. It still hurts, more so if I raise it. I don't think it is wise for me to go anywhere for a while, even if Avour does give the aid of her blood, there is no way of knowing how bad my injury really is, or how much it will help.

I fear it may not be enough, though I do not favor the constant headaches that could come if I am not well enough, I fear the living death that may come in its place much worse. I am not sure if I would suffer in that state, but I do not want to find out."


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« Reply #88 on: January 23, 2004, 04:22:22 AM »

Deep with the bowels of Tak'Dinal sat a man upon a rather large chair made of stone. The chair was covered with the skins of Cartashian's bears.  It gave the man some sort of comfort and warmth deep down here.  A plate of dark bread, cheeses, wild bear and a large tankard of ale sat before him upon a stone table also covered with skins of wild animals.  He stared in front of him, seeing nothing as his mind worked.  He was so deep in concentration he did not notice the demons that served him rise from the stone floor, moan their dissatifaction at their estate. And asking him, when? When will they be able to exact revenge upon those who put them there?

The man unconciously took a large chunk of dark bread and muched on it, chasing it down with the ale.  The man had long ago ceased to exist. A wizard, who thought he was powerful enough to spar with the spirit that lived within these walls. A wizard who craved, power and was ambitious and was perfect for Eckra's revenge.  But the spirit within him knew that the man needed sustenance to continue living.  And since the spirit of Eckra could not leave on its own, it had to depend upon this...being.  But even this being could not leave, not as long as Eckra lived within
it.

Revenge! It was all Eckra lived for. It had sustained him throughout the many millenia trapped in the Netherworld where the Wizard of the White Tower had banished him.  There were the other spirits of the Chosen within the Netherworld, but only he had found the key, had the power within to break forth.  He, the most powerful of all the Chosen.  He found a way.  

But once he did he found out he could not leave.  His frustration was terrible.  Any being who dared to enter into the bowels of his domain found themselves, either his minion, or was allowed to leave, but they were mad. Their brain and minds twisted, like that one called, Gouran, he believed that was the fools name. Most of them commited suicide.
Some commited murder and continued on until they were muredered themselves.
 It was part of his plan to cause others to think before they came. It also gave him time...time to regather his strength. Time to plan his revenge against the Wizard of the White Tower and his faithful companion, Capher.

A smile crossed the man's lips as he thought of what he had done to Capher.
That old wiley dragon thought he was more powerful than one of the Chosen!  Hah, he learned better.  It had taken all of Eckra's considerable power to finally overcome Capher, but he did it.  The dragon was old and was not prepared for the onslaught Eckra put upon him. Finally after a fierce battle Eckra left Capher...mindless.  He got his wish, he is now just a man. A very old, senile man.  The man laughed with such an evil laugh that the demons and his once human minions skittered nervously about the room. The demons vanished back into the Netherworld and the human minions just hid in the dark recesses of the nooks and crannies of the vaulted room.

Eckra had probed Capher's mind and found out some very interesting things: The Wizard of the White Tower could not leave his tower any more than Eckra could leave Tak'Dinal.
So he used Capher as his eyes, ears, legs and hands to keep watch over the world.  He also discovered that the Wizard knew of his existence in this plane and was planning to stop him. He had sent Capher to find three artifacts of power; Thalambath's Heart, Kurik's Anvil,
and the Sword of Fury.  Capher could not find these things alone so he sent out to find some
adventurers.  Eckra learned of them as well.

Koldar-Knight of the Moonlight.  A warrior with a dark side. But a man of Honor and who fought evil wherever it may be.
 Talia Sturmwind, a Shendar with a heart to pure for Eckra to even consider.  
Terra, a Sopronian warrioress, who fought the dark side of herself and somehow had won...or maybe has just learned to control it?
Avour, a quirky, innocent elf.  Why Capher chose her, he did not even ponder, though her quick healing blood could have been part of it?  Then there was the last one.  Capher was
not too sure about this one.  Haj, he called him.  An Ice elf with considerable powers, but with motives that Capher was not sure of.

Eckra weighed each of them in his mind; their strengths and weaknessess.  It would be their weaknesses that he would exploit.  Suddenly he slammed his fist down upon the stone table with enough force to shatter the man's bones in his hands.  He knew what Capher was searching for, and who he was searching them for, but he did not know why?  As hard as he could, he tried to find out but Capher would not...or did not know why?

So the game was still being played.  Eckra knew the talismans, knew even that the group of
adventurer's had the Heart.  Why he did not have it by now infuriated him.  Every time he thought he was close to acquiring it.  Somehow the group seemed to escape.  Eckra first thought that it had to been Capher who had helped them.  That is why he expended so much power to attack him.  But still they seemed to elude him!  Power that he now had to regain.
Slowly, but he had time on his hands...all the time of eternity.  He would have his revenge!
The Wizard of the White Tower was now helpless.  Trapped, like himself in a tower made of stone.  Soon he would be trapped in the Netherworld and Eckra would be ruling the world!

Capher.

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« Reply #89 on: January 30, 2004, 01:23:22 AM »

It took Capher almost a quarter of the day to traverse the cities walls.  Finally exhausted, hungry and thirsty he found shady place under a large Eur'Oak tree next to the side of the road heading north.

He pulled out of his cloth sack; some Loibl, cheese, and a sheepskin bag full of ale.  He slowly munched upon the food, chasing it down with the ale as he watched passerby's head toward the city.  He was quite surprised when some of them dropped coins into his lap, saying, "Bless you priest of Seyella."

Seyella?  There was that name again?  Why did they think I was a priest of Seyella? He thought.  He took a look at his clothes.  His robe, though worn thin in some places, was sturdy enough, though rough and was a dirty gray in color.  Nothing seemed to distinguish it any differently than what it was.  He shrugged his shoulders.  If people wanted to give him money because they thought he was a priest of Seyella, whoever he/she may be, so be it.  He needed the money.  So when people gave him money in Seyella's name he would give them a blessing of sorts.  He would say, "May Seyella's face shine upon you for taking care of her saints."  For some reason Seyella sounded more feminine than masculine, so he called Seyella a her.  The passerby's didn't correct him or look at him strange, so he thought he must have guessed right.  He just wished he knew what Seyella was god of?

Soon after a short meal, drink and the warm afternoon sun, he fell asleep with his hands folded across his stomache and a contented smile upon his lips.

OOC- Well that is where you will find me when you all finally get finished in the city.

Capher.

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