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« Reply #15 on: April 26, 2005, 06:00:22 PM »

A presence near him. Lady Artemos? Yes, the red-maned human woman was standing beside him. It was so hard to tell now. He could barely see her, barely hear her. And his senses could not pick up any trace of her fiery spirit. She had a young elf with her. What was she asking? Thalambath's Heart? The child took it . . . what has he done with it? He squinted his eyes as he tried to sit up. Surprise met him though when suddenly blue and white magic poured from the sky and into the demon-elf, destroying it within moments. In the back of his mind, as his senses finally all returned to him, he knew exactly what it was.

So, you did decide to show up afterall.

The apparent leader of the elven contingent addressed them, requesting the name of their leader. Leader? If any were leader, it was Koldar. But he was not here at the moment. Hajarian looked to Terra as she replied, noting the weakness in her form. The elder mage picked himself from the ground, groaning in agony as he tried to stand. His actions only managed to bring him to his knees, but that was better than lying down completely. He turned his attention then to the Ylfferhim leader, and, with another groan, finally brought himself to a stuttering stand. He bowed his head, and then began speaking in the Ylfferhim tongue, as a sign of respect to the culture of their saviours. "The 'leader' of our group is not with us at this time, my kin. However, if you must seek one to blame for the destruction caused to the forest due to the exchange of combat, then I shall assume that position, as my exile has already condemned me from these lands under similar circumstances to this. Know of me or not, my name is Hajarian Ryelliin, a Ylfferhim elf, as you are."

He peered around, noticing Talia in the distance, with another figure standing over her. "I am here with two companions of mine, the red and black maned humans. Though the latter is one of whom I and Lady Artemos, the woman in red near me, were seeking to find. The others I cannot speak for, as I do not know them or their motives. However, enough of this. I ask that you put the misgivings of our people towards foreigners aside, as my companions, human or not, are in need of the healing aid of the Ylfferhim people. Any judgement, if there is such needed to be passed, should be considered later, after wounds are tended to."

Again he glanced towards Talia. "With the hope that the wounds she has suffered are treatable. Please make haste, my kin. Do not worry about me, I shall be fine, although I am sure such treatment is not worthy of an exile such as myself and as such is of no concern to you.. but treat the black-maned one right away, for she needs the aid immediately."

He turned towards Terra upon finishing. With a whisper he said in Tharian, "I am not sure of what you requested, Lady Artemos. I am still weak, and confused. You spoke of the Heart, and of this child? Where is the Heart?" He glanced towards the child, and narrowed his eyes, and spoke to the child-elf in Ylfferhim, "Where is it. Have you done something with it, child. Speak now."

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« Reply #16 on: May 05, 2005, 07:37:22 AM »


They all are well, regarding that they were just in close contact with one of the great demons, they still live, even the severely wounded over there,, Lienofin thinks, who just has addressed the group. He looks at Hajarian, frowning his forehead very slightly, barely noticeably and says:
ÒYes, I know you, Hajarian Ryelliin, and we will talk about your coming back and its consequences later. It seems there are other necessities first. Please allow us to take care of your  shattered bodies, yours as well, Ryelliin.Ò


The other elves, maybe a dozen or even more are standing behind him, more are coming out of the forest. When the old elf waves slightly with his hand, three of them are coming to stand close to him shortly,  two women with ageless faces, and another  elf, whose face shows clearly the signs of old age - an unusual sight under the elven folks. Then after a speechless moment of understanding all three are going to Talia and lay their hands on her head, over her heart and over her belly. After some minutes of silence, the old elf looks at Lienofin and nods slightly, who talks again to Terra and Hajarian.

Ò Rielliin, your friend over there with the once dark hairs is now stable enough to be transported, however, if she will regain conscience again is not yet clear. Need your wounds be treated as well now, or are you able to make the way to Aer'Ylferian? Then you will be treated here, while we bring your friend into the town. But I would recommend to leave this unfortunate place.Ò

Turning to Teri, he asks:
Ò May I ask, who you are, you called the burned one the leader. And who is this elf next to you?Ò





 

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« Reply #17 on: May 05, 2005, 08:13:22 AM »

'Teri shies slightly as he responds, more from force of habit than actually being afraid. "I am Aueniteri Seiana-Driel, of Quaelhoirhim descent. This man is..." She hesitated, not certain if she could, from her distinctively biased point of view, give a fair introduction for the Melor, who took matters into his own hands, by simply saying, "I am known as Melor." It should be enough, he thought, that an Ylferrhim would identify themselves as a shadow.


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« Reply #18 on: May 06, 2005, 04:48:22 AM »

LIENOFIN     "And what is your bussiness here? " Lienofin inquires.  And then, he looks at Terra:   "And why are you holding ths young boy's arm so tight? You are from Geaf, aren't you? " he addresses the child.  

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« Reply #19 on: May 07, 2005, 09:42:22 AM »

As events continue to unfold around her, Terra found heself having trouble mustering her thoughts, and to tired to speak, even to answer the questions asked of her by the leader of the elvem mages. Terra sank on her heels with one hand supporting her body, and the other still holding the hand of the young elf boy, who for reasons she does not know continues to hold hers despite her grip on him easing to a weak gental squeeze. Depite being exausted to numbness Terra could feel her head throdding anew, and everything else seemed so distant.

As Terra struggles to remain concious and wake, the young elf boy keeps his eyes on the tired looking elf that had adressed him. The young elf was not sure about alot of the things happening right then, but remembering the woman holding his hand speaking her stange words to this elf, and her hand still holding his though weakened reasured him. The young elf after a few moments finally answered in his native tonge, studdering at first, "We... we were told to watch those people.", ge glances in the directions of Malor, Teri and seems to be looking for another, "Then I saw a big, shiny, green stone and took it to my brother.". The young elf wished one of his brother were around, he was not all to comfortable with all the activity around him alone, but at the same time seemed shealted by the strange woman.



'I am grey. All but those like me see only darkness and light, they do not see the grey between them. In this greyness I dwell. I would not wish this fate on any other.'

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« Reply #20 on: May 08, 2005, 07:14:22 AM »

Lienofin is tired from battling the Fire demon, but it seems , that rest is still far away. The redhaired human woman is more injured than it is obvious. Maybe she is nearly as seriously ill as the other, for her appearance is that of a determined warrior, and as such she would never show her weakness, if it would not be grave, would never fail to answer a question posed.

The boy on the other side talks about a green stone.Could that be the one, Siroled has dreamt of? Action has to be taken in this respect. So he asks the child, where his brother would be, but when he gets no answer, he asks one of his companions to take care of the matter.

Then he turns again to Terra and Hajarian again.

Bending down to Terra and putting his hand very lightly on her shoulder, he asks her:

„Are you able to ride your horse, Lady Artemos, if we help you to get into the saddle? Otherwise we can carry you like your burned friend.“ Looking up to Hajarian, he adds in a less friendly tone: „How about you, Ryelliin?“  

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« Reply #21 on: May 15, 2005, 10:43:22 AM »

Terra releases the child when he is beckoned away by another mage, placing the freed hand on the ground to help support her as she comes to a more dignified kneeling position. Lienofin asks if she could ride, Terra had to put little thought into it as she felt very much like she had when she collapsed upon arriving at the hermits’ cottage near Chylikis. She had not fully recovered from hitting her head in Chylikis, and it would likely take some time before she was back at full strength. She had barely made it to the cottage then, and only by sleeping away most of the day had she made it this far. She was certain she would fall from Coore's back if she tried to ride now, and saving what little strength she had she responded with a simple shake of her head.

Lienofin speaks some words in elf tongue to the others that she does not understand then turns to Hajarian. Hajarian eases himself to his feet in response, using his staff to help support himself as he made his mount, and with the aid of one of the mages made his way into the saddle. The two elves Lienofin had addressed returned with litters they had constructed secured to their horses saddle, one stopping by Talia, and the other continuing and stopping near Terra. As the healers lifted Talia into one litter, the mages helped Terra into the other. Once all are ready Lienofin lead them from the clearing, with Hajarian following closely behind, then the mages with pulling the litters with Talia and Terra and the healers. The healers kept a close eye on Talia, though directed some attention towards Terra as well when it seemed that she was trying to stay awake such as a person who had struck their head and knew not to allow themselves to sleep would. Swing seemed annoyed at not being able to get closer to is companion, likewise Coore did not seem all that happy about being led so far back from Terra, in this it seems that the animals intelligence are almost equal though Coore is not as sophisticated as Swing. Teri followed among the remaining mages, and Malor trailed behind.

Ending their trip they come to the city of Aer‘ylffherim, it is a large and lively elven city, with concern over that ever happened out in the forest on the faces of its people. The precession also draws a lot of attention from the people in the city, and murmurs between the locals. It is not lost on them that something unusual was happening, especially with the strangers in their midst.



'I am grey. All but those like me see only darkness and light, they do not see the grey between them. In this greyness I dwell. I would not wish this fate on any other.'

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« Reply #22 on: May 18, 2005, 06:35:22 AM »

'Teri stayed close to Talia, as best she could the whole way, slightly stunned over the whole transition.
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When they reached Aer'ylfferhim, Melor left them, taking one of the higher paths. There were people he needed to see here. Maybe, if he worked it right, he could set her up against anything Melor might try to do next. Then again, he could be setting himself up a trap.


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« Reply #23 on: May 22, 2005, 09:31:22 AM »

Garrek puts down the codec once again. He has read the thing three times now, but still it bothers him. Stepping out of the building he is currently housed in helps a little, as the eldest of the three Kinnit brothers approaches.

"What have we? Good news? How fares the quarry?"

The younger elf, scarcely an adult, smiles. "Things have begun coming about, yes, but not as planned. By now, your quarry has arrived at Aer'Ylffrhim. Their path has been most interesting, though. It seems that they were attacked by a great demon. Here, in the forest, oddly enough. The object of it's interest, it seems, was this."

From his pocket, the young elf produces a large, bright green gem. Garrek extends a hand to take it, but the boy quickly covers it with his other hand. "What might I ask for this prize?"

"Let us add the tally, shall we? First, this was in the possession of a group of strangers. Combatively minded strangers, at that, which is a sure sign of trouble. Second, this group, by your own confession, was attacked by a demon, which, if you've learned anything from your ancestors, are not to be trifled with, and generally take little to no interest in the dealings of elves or men, without specific purpose. So, this 'prize' is not only previously owned by those more powerful than you, but demons seek to take it from them. It is an attractant to danger; give it to me, and you will not be troubled."

The boy's smile widened. "You're not even speaking my language."

Garrek lifts from his coin pouch a single od, and holds it between his thumb and index finger, dangling it in front of the boy in much the same way as one would a treat to entice a dog into obedience. "Take this, and the knowledge I will be doing you a favor."

"And why? One od would buy me a meal and possibly a bed, if one is partial toward moldy straw. Come, now. This gem weighs easily thrice, no, quintly that od, if not even more so, and the substance from which it is derived is far more rare. I think something a bit more rich is in order."

Garrek sighs. He'staught the boy well; too well. "I also give you the piece of mind that comes with knowing you have disposed of a piece of a potentially fatal conflict. Take what you're offered, boy."

"What am I offered? Fodder for a beast, or the patience of a human? Keep your od and your safety. I know of a few merchants who would grovel for simply the sight of such a rare piece."

The boy turns to leave, and Garrek reaches out, stopping him. "Come."

Together, they enter Garrek's temporary shelter, and Garrek indicates to a small leather pouch on the table. "How much can a simple case as this be home to? What kind of treasure might lie within?"

The boy is confused, much to Garrek's relief. "It is simply a bag, generally filled with all sorts of random coins." Then, Garrek's dismay returns as the boy picks up his pace. "The company you keep depends on its treasure, naturally. He in company of generous friends is sure to be generously supplied, and silverbard will abound at the blade's request. The peasant will give you a rich reward of many colors, but beauty is his only claim to happiness. He in the company of pickpockets, the purse-cutter will move easily, but only because the hole has been traced and retraced, innumerable times."

Garrek simply watched. He had never been taken by his own style before, but then, he was usually on the proper side of the debate. He hefted the bag from the table, let it jingle a little, and tossed it toward the elven boy, who, instantly before catching it, tossed the gemstone to Garrek. "I knew you'd come to your senses." With that, he left.

It wasn't long before Garrek had come about a temporary mount, and was swiftly on his way to Aer'ylfferhim. In order to appreciate the gem's value, he must know it's history. Of course, he couldn't let them know he possessed it, although they would suspect as much. A smile spreads across his face as he rides out. This promises to be amusing.

Of course I have nothing against you personally, but I'm afraid I've told you more than is safe...

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« Reply #24 on: May 23, 2005, 06:49:22 PM »

The group travelled through the city of Aer‘ylffherim, though at a pace too slow for Hajarian's liking. He recognized the faces of some of the locals, and knew they recognized him. Still, he held his head high despite the hatred some perhaps had of him, for returning to the lands where he had been exiled.

He glanced over his shoulder at the wounded women, Talia and Terra. He let his gaze rest on Talia, wincing in shared pain as he witnessed the scars upon her flesh from the demon attack. She should not have gone off on her own . . . her recklessness had nearly cost her their life, and *had* cost them the Heart.

He sighed, turning back to face the front. That was their new goal now, to retrieve the Heart from the brother of the young child. Unfortunately, they had no idea where to look, and it was likely that the brother would not want to part with the gem kindly, or had already done so with someone willing to pay a high price for the gem. Still, they would stop off soon enough at the house of the brother, and with hope be able to retrieve it then and there. Though Hajarian had doubts in it being so easy. Foul deeds were at work here, and nothing was as simple as it appeared.


The convoy soon stopped off at the local temple. Talia and Terra were quickly taken inside, and Hajarian followed close behind, though brisked off any healers that sought to help him and instead ushered them to Talia. He would be fine, all he needed was rest. Though his body ached with pain and was scarred slightly from the battle with the fire demon, his wounds were not severe enough to warrant aid.

The magus turns to look around for the one known as Lienofin. Thankfully, he seems to have remained travelling with the group, and was still here with them. Hajarian approached the native elf, and, speaking in the Ylfferhim tongue, said, "Now that we are in a secure location, there are matters to be discussed, kin-elf. One of the natives here, a youngling, made off with a stone most valuable to I and my companions. According to him, he has since given the stone to his brother, though I know not where to find this brother, or if he even still possesses the stone. I request your permission in aiding in the search, though I am sure you know that I will do so on my own even if do not have your acceptance. I only ask that you do not interfere, for the stakes of this matter are far too high for petty matters, such as my return from exile, to get in the way. When I and my group have what we have sought, we shall make prompt leave, and bother the people of the Quallian no further. But know that any impedment in our tasks here will not be met well." The elder elf finished his statement with an icy glare towards Lienofin, to prove his point.

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« Reply #25 on: May 24, 2005, 12:47:22 AM »

Lienofin

Lienofin listens to Hajarian patiently gathering any information that may be of use, he knew of the child and the green stone. The child was a side issue, what he was interested in was the green stone, and more importantly if this stone was infact the on Siroled has dreamt of. What he must say next was clear and had nothing to do with Hajarians's past.

"I am afraid I have to insist that you remain here for now."

Lienofin paused for a moment considering how much he should say, but given Hajarians insistence on searching for the stone, he decides to be open about the matter.

"It seems your badly injured companion there," indicating in the direction of Talia who was surrounded by healer, "Has requested an audience with the high elders. As she is unable to speak for herself, nor is Lady Terra in little condition to speak for her, it is best you remain here until you are summoned."

Lienofin glanced toward Talia again, then toward Terra being tended to by a single healer before returning his gazes to Hajarian.

"I will have my mages search for your stone, but I must again insist that you remain to take the place of your companion when summoned. Your exiled status will make things difficult for you before the elder, but I am sure they are aware of the larger events surrounding your return here.

I must leave you now to pass my instructions to my mages. Consider your actions carefully, as I am sure you know there is much more at stake that trivialities."

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Terra is confident that she can walk with some support, but the healers are quite insistant that she save her strength and that she be carried in, and gently push her back when tries to get up. The healers have her carried into the temple and layed down. Terra resigns herself to the rest she dearly needs, and drifts off to sleep under the watchfull care of one of the healers.



'I am grey. All but those like me see only darkness and light, they do not see the grey between them. In this greyness I dwell. I would not wish this fate on any other.'

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« Reply #26 on: May 25, 2005, 07:50:22 PM »

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Hajarian held back a glare as Lienofin turned and walked away. Have *his* magi search for the stone? Hajarian himself was not even sure of its potential, let alone let it fall into the hands of someone completely foreign to it. No, it was not safe to let it be tended to by Lienofin's magi. Not safe at all. Whatever meeting Talia had arranged... it could wait. Hajarian couldn't speak on her behalf in any case, for he knew not of what she was having the meeting for, and therefore no idea on the topic of discussion. The elders would have to wait until Talia was ready to speak on her own time.

On the meantime, Hajarian would find and reacquire the Heart. Yes, there was more at stake than trivialities. Much more... and Hajarian didn't even know them himself. To let others in on the matter was unsafe, and unwise. The elder mage rolled his eyes at the irony of it all. One would think that, in his position, he would try to stay on the side of the ones who had exiled him, to keep from further punishment. Instead, he would be giving them even more reason for their decision.

Nevertheless, the Heart was what was important here, not the rules and doctrine of the elves of the Quallian.


He turned to glance at Terra and Talia. Both were wounded, and resting. That was his only concern. To leave them unattended. But what was more important? To leave the Heart's fate in the hands of the magi, or the lives of his friends in the hands of the healers? In the end, they were as safe as they could be now, and the Heart was only getting further and further away.

Hajarian turned to one of the nurses. "Mistress, I will be taking my leave. You are to watch over the raven and the red haired humans, and make sure that they remain safe, and heal well. Should Lienofin ask for me, tell him only this: 'There is much more at stake here than trivialities.'"

And with that, he spun on his heels and briskly moved out of the temple.

To where, he did not know yet.

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« Reply #27 on: May 25, 2005, 10:05:22 PM »

*OOC* No Problem Dasson, we all know who you are. ;)

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Hajarian turns to an elder healer after appearing to concider his actions for a short moment and told her he was leaving. The healer is old enough to know of the exile, and thought that if she were not a healer she would break his legs to force him to do as he was told. She also thought that if he was not going to listen to Lienofin there was no use in her arguing the point, the exile did not care what anyone sayed and seemed bent on doing what he willed. Her final descission was to leave him to his own end, it was of little conern to her anyway, but that did not stop her from scowling after him as he left.

*OOC* Normally I would post for Terra at this point, but I think its best to wait till Talia is back for now, unless there is something Terra is needed for, in which case I will post then.



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« Reply #28 on: May 29, 2005, 08:17:22 AM »

'Teri waited, feeling somehow she was safe for the moment with the healers and the group that had come to their aid when the demon had arrived. Somehow, as hard-hearted as he had been, she felt sorry even for Furchego, although there was nothing that could be done now. He had chosen to become the demon.

'Teri attempts to approach Talia, but gets only a glimpse of her before she is quickly ushered away by the healers tending to the human. Finally, a friend, only to have them rendered nearly ash by a demon. 'Teri wonders whose luck it was that drew the demon, whether her own or the human's. With some consideration, she decides that this had to be the Talia's fight. Although 'Teri's luck was condemnable, it had never reached so... deep.

Feeling slightly lost, 'Teri finds herself wandering slightly, but never daring to leave. A male elf, the mage that had joined them with the red-haird human and helped to fend off the demon is here, she notices, but not for long. He is in the act of leaving, apparently very intently, when 'Teri places herself in his path, looking up at him, due mostly to her Eyelian heritage. Hopefully, he might have something. If not comfort, at least some kind of directive. His actions do seem rather directed.


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