Diamond and Blood

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Postby Eldfess » Sun Jul 14, 2002 7:30 pm

<i>I have never envisioned the world the same way since the massacre. How could I? Dare you blame me for it? Dare you! And the blood flowed like wine. How could we have known the truth? How could we have been prepared?</i><BR><BR>Siluus no longer would have been recognized as the mighty figure he used to be. He was bowed over with the weight of emotional pain. His clothes were bloody tatters. He had no shoes covering his listered feet. He did not have much farther to go before he would be safe, but his reserves of strength were nonexistant. Still he attempted to keep one foot in front of the other-only revenge burned hot in his heart.<BR><BR>-----<BR><BR>Siluus made it to the old farmer's cottage. There his wounds were tended and he was refitted with new clothes and his weapons, which he had hidden there, were returned to him. Newly refreshed Siluus continued his mission with a newfound passion.<BR><BR>-----<BR><BR>The inn was dark. The fire was low, as the summer nights kept the need for it down. The inn door burst open as a cloaked man strode in. On his back was strapped a sword. The scabbard was made of a type of greenish wood. The sword's handle was also of wood, and wrapped in lack leather.<BR><BR>Siluus sat at the bar in the inn and ordered a drink. Then he looked around the room. Somewhere here there had to be someone who would help him.
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Postby Ellora » Sun Jul 14, 2002 8:38 pm

In a dark corner, tucked away out of sight of the rest of the guests, sat a cloaked figure. Her name was Florin the young lady warrior of old. She lifted a glass of wine slowly to her lips. Her hands were bandaged, and the rest of her, that was visible, was covered tightly with spots of blood on them. Her eyes darted wildly around the room, until they fell on Siluus. <BR> Slowly, she got to her feet and moved quietly across the floor. As she neared the bar, Siluus looked up. A fleeting look of shock dashed across his face, only to be replaced with one of hope.
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Postby ~Kyria~ » Sun Jul 14, 2002 10:51 pm

As far as she could tell, the figure had entered the inn. He had spurned her curiosity from the beginning; a tall, masculine figure shrouded in a dark cloak and moving with purpose, but a painful kind of purpose that suggested his cause was not to be taken lightly. Following stealthily after the man, she had noticed the powerful gait with which he moved and the solumn deliberateness of his actions. Something in his manner intruiged her, though quite what it was she could not disern.<BR><BR>Pulling some flyaway fronds of her aspen-brown hair from her face, the half-elf moved toward the door, hesitating as she neared it, wondering what her cause was, exactly. What was she hoping to achieve by following a complete stranger? however, her infallible sense of intuition spurned her forward, so she swung open the inn doors and entered. It took her a moment to adjust to the gloom of the interior, but she sighted the stranger talking with another, a powerful woman who seemed to be a warrior. Feeling slightly out of her depth, Kyria fixed her deep-green eyes on the pair, and spoke up with more confidence than she felt.<BR><BR><i>"Would I be correct in assuming that you embark on a quest? Perhaps you are in need of assistance?" </i>
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Postby Ellora » Mon Jul 15, 2002 9:05 am

The two figures spun around to look at Kyria. Florin mouthed silently to her words that could not be understood. <BR><BR>"You could be right in thinking that. However, we do not know who you are, but please, do stay, and have a drink," said Florin, finally.<BR><BR>Kyria moved slowly forward. She quietly ordered a drink. Then, she spoke. None of the confidence had left her voice, and where there had been doubt before, there was now a new sort of hope. <BR><BR>Siluus watched the two women speak for a moment, and then cut in himself, "I can tell you why I am here, but we must keep our voices down."<BR><BR>The two women stopped speaking and began to listen with full and complete attention. The air now seemed to cloud over, as if these three figures were the only people in the room. A slight shudder ran down Florin's back as Siluus began to speak.
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Postby lalatiel » Mon Jul 15, 2002 1:49 pm

Anar had gone unnoticed in one corner of the inn. Thankfully unnoticed, she thought grimly. She was glad not for the first time that her hair was a coppery auburn and not full-out flaming red. However, in the past she had proved noticeable- too noticeable for her liking- and had learned to keep her head down and say nothing to anyone that she did not know as well or better than her own brother.<BR> But now she had an urge to pipe up, say something, join a group. There was comfort in being alone, but it was just that. Alone. And Anar had never liked being alone. She was not a solitary creature. However, loneliness and wandering with no one but herself had proved better for her health and mind than using her striking beauty to manipulate people as she had done before. She had also learned doing that got you in a lot of trouble with people that were not easily manipulated.<BR> A group of people- three in all- were whispering quietly at a table. Anar approached them quietly, her practiced footsteps making no sound on the wooden floor of the inn. Finally she reached them, and coughed shyly.<BR> " Hello." she said quietly- she was sure the others had to strain to hear her. " My- my name is Anar. May I sit with you?" She suddenly realized the cons in being alone... no protection. She could fight with a set of throwing knives concealed within her clothes, but what happened when they were spent, lodged in nearby trees or her assailants cloak? No, being with people you trusted was better. But did she trust these people? Her conflicting thoughts swung back again. What had she been thinking? She didn't know these people! For goodness' sake, they could murder her or worse right now. There were three of them, and only one of her. Mistrust mingled with fear sparked up in her hazel eyes, and she slowly backed up in fright before anyone could respond.<BR>
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Postby Ellora » Mon Jul 15, 2002 3:52 pm

Before Anar could move very far away, Florin reached out and grabbed her. <BR>"Who are you?" asked Florin calmly, giving Anar a deep penetrating stare. Anar had the sudden feeling that Florin could read her thoughts.<BR>"I-I am Anar, but I know who you are," she said, now showing more nervousness than ever, "you are Florin. The great warrior who goes by the name of Florin, I should say. I know who you really are."<BR>Florin loosened her grip on Anar then mouthed silently. Her expression made her look more beaten than ever. It was now clear to the small group, how starved she looked. <BR>"You cannot go by your name now, not in these dark times. You must take up your real name again, Arte."<BR>At this point, Arte , who was Florin, let go of Anar. She seemed to change. Before another word was spoken, she dropped her hood, revealing her elven ears, and her true identity. In the few seconds of silence, and astonishment from the other two, Anar and Arte seemed to have an understanding. It was as if the two had known something of very great importance that could not be expressed in words. Anar sat down with the others, and joined into their conversation. Thus, the group became four.
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Postby Eldfess » Mon Jul 15, 2002 8:43 pm

Siluus, moved with Elf and half-elf to a table. He was just about to begin explaining things when <i>she</i> came. Siluus looked in her eyes and saw something there, something that he hadn't seen in a long time.<BR><BR><i>Here I came. And so did they. Three companions to aid my people-at least, those that are left. There are not many. And who are those left? The cowards that an and hid? The old and infirm? For even the children were killed for fear of their growing into adulthood.</i><BR><BR>Siluus could only shudder at the memmory. Blood and bodies as far as the eye could see. And all of them <i>his</i> people, <i>his</i> subjects. <i>His</i> friends and family. Fathers and brothers. Daughters and neices. All gone. And only these three companions and he to stop them? To avenge a nation?<BR><BR>He looked at each of them from the hidden recesses of his hood. Then he removed it. Arte, as she was now known, had either recognized Siluus despite his shadowed countenance, or guessed who he was. The others? Well, now they would know for sure. Yes now they would all know.<BR><BR>Siluus removed his hood to reveal eyes of gold and hair of amber. On his brow was a gold circlet with an emerald cut into the elvish rune for wisdom at its center. At the corner of his left eye was a small tattoo of a teardrop. His face was cleanshaven, his skin copper. He was no elf. The ears revealed that. Yet the shape of his face was not quite human. Then he spoke...<BR><BR>"I am Siluus. I was prince of the land of Ruualte" he paused and breathed deeply, "Am now king. And that is why I am here. My land was invaded by a deep evil. We didn't stand a chance. A mighty kingdom was layed to waste and why?! Because the foes we faced were greater than the weapons we had to destroy them."<BR><BR>Siluus removed his sword from the wooden scabard and laid it on the table. As the others watched that movement, they realized that the whole sword was made out of that olive green wood. The blade, however, had sliver veins streaking up to the point. <BR><BR>Kyria spoke first. "No wonder! If you were fighting with wooden weapons...."<BR><BR>Siluus interrupted her, though he didn't seem to be speaking to her at all. "We were so proud of our steel. The best around. Oh yes, we were mighty. But this sword is what saved my life. You see. The murderers cannot be stopped by steel!"<BR><BR>"And what is this?" asked Arte.<BR><BR>"This...." started Siluus. "This is Witchwood."
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Postby ~Kyria~ » Mon Jul 15, 2002 9:41 pm

<b>Witchwood.</b> The name seemed as unfamilier to Kyria as the strikingly unique appearence of the male revealed as Siluus. A prince? The breath caught in her throat. To offer her services to another in need one was thing, but it was quite another to avenge an entire nation alongside a creature strange, yet handsome.<BR>She let her deep-green gaze fall upon another, Anar. She was slender and beautiful, yet not intimidating in her attributes. Kyria herself could not hope to possess such ethereal beauty as the other two females, yet her long-limbed, tanned physique and dark-green eyes beneath aspen-brown tresses streaked with gold, suggested her as one that freely roamed the regions. She had a wild beauty, an untamed demeaner, and exuded a strong-willed confidence that would not let her go back on her decision to aid these people. Her skills in stealth, unarmed combat and telekinesis would prove helpful.<BR>She leaned forward eagerly.<BR><BR><i>"How is it that your nation was overrun? Who were the assailents? We will reclaim your region, you will once more be honoured before your people. To this I hold."</i><BR><BR>Perhaps it was entirely too confident, perhaps too positive a claim, but her inclination filled the company with a new sense of hope. Anar spoke next.<BR><BR><b>"We will stand strong and do all we can to aid you in your plight, Siluus."</b><BR><BR>The company waited eagerly to hear Siluus's chosen course of action.
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Postby no_mere_ranger » Mon Jul 15, 2002 10:04 pm

Used to the regularity and routine of her dull job, she leaned hunched over the dirty table, wiping it hastily. Satisfied that the table was clean enough, she slung the foul smelling cloth over her shoulder, and stood up straight. Silently, she lifted the empty beer mugs trying to stay reasonably unnoticable and utterly forgettable to those who she served. Through years of work, she had grown accustomed to the easiest way of escaping trouble and acting discreetly. She carried the mugs back to the bar swiftly, stopping for a large burly man crossing her path. Bowing her head humbly, she waited for him, and continued around to the back of the bar. Though it had not alawys been the same, she wished she could escape this unexpected turn in her life; she longed to have the freedom to make herself seen and do what <i>she</i> pleased, opposed to serving ale to weary travellers and demanding locals. Sighing heavily, she set the large mugs in the sink and began to absent-mindedly wipe them out. <BR><BR>Snapping out of her reverie, she cocked her head to the side, her sharp senses alert. Oblivious to the drunk man pounding his fist on the bar for more beer, she waded through a myriad of thoughts flying through her mind. She was certain she had heard it mentioned; the word jumped out at her through the muffled layers of conversation sharper than a piercing arrow fired into the trunk of a tree. She scanned the room quickly for the speaker, and her eyes instinctively locked on the troubled face of the noble-looking man in the corner. Her face softened as she watched him leaning close to his companions. She had observed they had only recently joined him here; whether they were familiar with eachother was another matter. Immediately, a strong urge to learn more tugged at her subconcious. Though she could not hear the conversation, she continued to watch as the man continued talking with a look of sorrow and strong resolve. <BR><BR>Slowly, his eyes moved from the table accross the room to her inquisitive eyes. She communicated knowledge through her soft gaze, but commanded respect and showed no fear through her blatant observation. His penetrating gaze searched her thoughts, taken aback by the unlikely inquirer, leaving her feeling vulnerable and exposed. Just as she felt the curiosity of her gaze turned to rude staring, she reddenned and averted her eyes. The man's own curious eyes darted back to his companions as quickly as they had looked up. <BR><BR>Now, for the first time, Ara noticed the beautiful sword laying on the table. A sense of realization settled over her as she quickly poured another ale for the old man growing impatient behind her. Turning back to the sink, she mulled through what she had seen. <BR><BR>It had been a while since she had heard tell of Witchwood.<BR><BR>Shaking her head as if to free herself from her thoughts and to warn herself not to get involved in other people's affairs, she attempted to focus on doing her job, though assumptions and questions lingered on the brink of her mind.
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Postby ~Kyria~ » Mon Jul 15, 2002 11:39 pm

((OOC: Sorry to butt in, I just <i>had</i> to commend no_mere_ranger on your beautiful narrative technique. Its a pleasure to have such an accomplished writer here! Ok, I'm done, I'll be off now... <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0> Is there an OOC thread for this RP?))
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Postby Arwen#1 » Tue Jul 16, 2002 10:28 am

A silent hobbit,hidden for now listen to the stragers talk.It had been a while since any adverture had gone on around these parts.She knew her brother would be intrested in this.Forgetting there were others around she got up out of her hiding spot only to duck back into it.She was sure,that whats-his-name had saw her.He was a stanger in these parts,she thought.So what if he saw her,he wouldn't know her,but the others-They did.She was a trouble maker in these parts and anywhere else she went.They knew it too.Azelia sat on the cold,hard floor trying to think of a plan that would get her out of here.Being very clever it shouldn't take her long.Silently she tried again to get up but again she sat right back down under the counter.She was sure whats-his-name had saw her again.So,she sat waiting for them to leave.It seemed that was the only way so she waited.
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Postby lalatiel » Tue Jul 16, 2002 3:58 pm

Anar had felt her confidence growing, to the point of speaking to these people, sitting down with them, even offering her assistance. She was surprised at this, and even moreso that she did not mentally chasten herself as she had before.<BR> She stared unabashedly at the sword of the table, conscious of it's beauty, curious of it's origin.<BR> "We will do all we can to aid you in your plight, Siluus." Had she said that? Had she pledged her help, as well as the help of all the others at this table, to a man she didn't know? She shook her head, her auburn hair brushing her back over the hard, rigid back of the chair.<BR> But the words had been spoken, and Anar could not take them back. She lifted her honey-gold eyes from the sword, and looked into the eyes of Siluus. What she saw there made her tremble with fear and horror. Blood. Death. Murder. She kept her feet firmly on the ground, it was all she could do not to break her newfound confidence and run. But among the horrific scenes of massacre, she saw proof of the nobility he claimed. Nobility claimed reluctantly, and claimed because of the sorrow he endured. A wave of compassion washed over Anar, stronger even the the fear and mistrust she always felt. He had travelled long, seen things no one should see. And she, Anar, was frightened? She was distrustful of people? She had no right to feel this way with what Siluus had seen. She was well off compared to him, she was wealthy, happy, loved compared to him. How selfish she had been, conscious only of herself and her own safety. She was merely a woman, with nothing for her but her beauty, she had no place- why should she be concerned with herself? She had been so wrapped up in her own petty fears that she hadn't known the plight of her own king. A tear of shame welled up in her eye and meandered down her face, touching her lips with a taste of salt, and hanging off her chin for scarcely a moment, glittering in the firelight, before it dropped to the table.<BR> She picked up her own small sword, plain and unadorned, and set it on the table.<BR> " My King," she said softly, " you have my sword and my allegiance, and though small it may seem and small as it is, perhaps you will find use for it in the days to come."
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Postby Eldfess » Tue Jul 16, 2002 8:39 pm

Siluus smiled softly at Anar. He shook his head. Then he took her hand and lifted it to his lips. <BR><BR>"I know you, Anar. I can see your troubles and your fears. Ha! I do not ask you to come with me to destroy the evil. I do not ask you to be martyrs. That is not the quest. No." With that he lifted the sword to eye level. "No. This is the quest of which I speak. This Witchwood. It is impervious to fire and water. It has a soul of purity-much more purity than steel. In the hands of good, it is quite powerful."<BR><BR>Siluus looked around the room. A quick moving figure caught his eye. A flash. A wink. A shadow moving back into shadows. Siluus opened his soul, but felt no evil there. Still he decided to keep his eyes opened in that direction.<BR><BR>"We have no Witchwood in our....<i>sigh</i>...In my kingdom. Nor do I know how to unlock this blade's full powers. No. The quest that I ask your aid in is to seek out true Witchwood. From there I am sure we can learn to unlock the power of the wood. I will not ask you to go any farther. I will not ask, for you can't know the pain and horror that lies within the shadows of night."<BR><BR>Siluus looked up. There was a tug on his soul. His eyes locked on a woman at the far end of the room. She was dirty and tired and had all the signs of being used to dissapearing into a nothing. But there was something in her that drew him. Ara. They were locked in the soul. Something passed between them. Siluus felt it leave him. And then she reddened and turned away. Siluus went back to focus on his companions.<BR><BR>"I have no powers of the spirit, only the soul. I can read people's eyes, as can all of royal blood in my land. I am nothing special in my own right. But my land needs me and I need you. Will you join me? Not truly knowing the dangers? Of course, if I knew all the dangers I would inform you. But I don't. I can't. Let me just say what I do know. I don't know the exact area in which the Witchwood Forest is hidden. I only have clues. But the area that the clues lead to first is beyond my kingdom, which is already overrun by such horrible evil, it cannot be mentioned. Do you still wish to join? I will not blame you if you....." Siluus's voice trailed off. <BR><BR>Once again he saw movement beneath the counter.......
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Postby Arwen#1 » Wed Jul 17, 2002 9:05 am

Azelia looked up in time to see Siluus look at her.She reddened then ducked down agian."I'm never going to get out of here,"She thought,"All because whats-his-name,Shawn,no that ain't right,Siluus,Yeah that's it,anyway all because he won't look away for five minutes.How am I ever going to get out?"<BR>Silently Azelia pulled her light blonde hair up with the only hair tie she had.As she did this she stood,again,she had failed to go unnoticed.Silently she ducked down again.<BR>"The only way I'm going to get out of here and get home is if I crawl out and around them.Then when I get out,get up and run.Hopefully without being noticed."She muttered aloud.She sat up on her heels to see if anyone was watching.Thankfully, no one was this time,or so it seemed.She muttered a prayer of thanks then started to devise a plan.
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Postby ladyofthelight1uk » Wed Jul 17, 2002 1:00 pm

(Ooc Mind if I join you?<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0> )<BR><BR><i>The inns door opened slowly and a tall black cloaked figure entered, a slender hand pulled back the volumous hood to reveal a pale face which boasted large,almond shaped brown eyes.<BR>The womans cloak opened slightly at the front, and through the gap all could see a wound that had been badly bandaged as though she had been in great hurry.<BR>Her eyes were filled with horror and fear as she looked straight at Silius (i hope i spelt that right!<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-blush.gif"border=0>) her eyes seemed to glaze over as she felt the pain and sorrow that filled his mind.<BR><BR>She was like an elf, in beauty and such but lacked the pointed ears and she could never die.<BR>Her race was unknown to even her, as she had been found as a young child wandering through the forest.<BR>Witchwood Forest.<BR>But she had never been told by her foster parents how to get back because they had cought a terrible fever and died - although the illness didnt effect her at all.<BR>And now, the village she had been staying in was part of the great Kingdon that had been destroyed was desolated.She had tried to fight of the invadaders but got wounded and fled.<BR>The memories of her entire life and these recent events rushed through her mind sending her thoughts spinning around inside her head.<BR>She shook herself out of lost times and walked shakily towards the table where the three sat.She took ain a deep breath and then spoke to them in a soft musical voice that held a strange accent and a sad tone.</i><BR><BR>H...Hail friends, <BR><BR><i>She lowered her deep eyes down to the wooden sword on the table and widened them in shock</i><BR><BR>I have come to help you...I wish to find Witchwood Forest with you.<BR><BR><i>There ,she had done it.She had found one of the only quests ever to go to the first place she could ever remember</i><BR><BR>My name is Tanya,please may i sit with you?<BR><BR><i>Her hands shook and she looked as though she was about to faint from her wound but she kept upright.</i>
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Postby Eldfess » Wed Jul 17, 2002 2:52 pm

<i>(OOC welcome light. FYI, just made an aside to this thread. Enjoy)</i><BR><BR>Siluus looked up to see a cloaked figure stumble in. There was something about her that he couldn't put his finger on. A smell? An emotion? More like the feeling you get in the pit of your stomach when you know that something is about to happen.<BR><BR>She stumbled up and stated her wish to come along. It took them a minute to realize that she was wounded. By then, she had begun to faint.<BR><BR>"Help me with her!" Siluus called out.<BR><BR>They picked her up and brought her to a private room. By then, she had lost conciousness.<BR><BR>----------<BR><BR><i>I know you, Siluus. I can sense your heartlight. Do you truly believe your precious hope can save you from me? I cannot yet read your mind, but I can read your heart well enough. Friends you have found. Companions they will make themselves. Corpses you will make of them. And I will be there, laughing. Only that. Only laughing. And you will kneel before me. And then, and only then will you know your true heritage. No human nobility graces your blood. Only a greater one. One that transcends mortality. But I will not let you taste it! Worm! You will die slowly over a thousand years.</i>
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Postby no_mere_ranger » Wed Jul 17, 2002 4:55 pm

Sinking deeper into her thoughts, Ara found herself debating with her conscious, and thinking over all that she had heard. At the moment, she was resisting the strong urge to go over and ask all the questions that were flying through her mind. She imagined herself approaching them, fitting in with new-found friends, and embarking on a valiant quest and leaving this life behind. Realistically, she knew it was not likely what would really happen... Sighing heavily, she poured the old man another ale. <BR><BR>Glancing out of the corner of her eye back at the table and at the sword of Witchwood, she observed with curiosity as a new stranger joined them; she appeared faint though, she was obviously wounded quite badly, but was taking great pains not to show it. Ara's intuitive care and healing took over, and now was not the time to <i>avoid</i> getting involved; it was her duty (and wish) to help them.<BR><BR>Slamming the mug of beer down in front of the man as she rushed out from behind the bar, she grabbed a small pouch hidden in a well-concealed drawer around the corner and rushed to the room where the noble man had taken the maiden to. Knocking urgently, she decided to just go in without even allowing time for someone to answer. She was faced by the man, curiosity and puzzlement written on his face, quickly replaced by a look of gratefullness at the sight of her herb pouch. Wide eyed, Ara quickly breathed, "I have some healing ability; perhaps I can help her."<BR><BR>Stepping tentatively into the dimly lit room, the light of the small candle flickering unpredictably accross Ara's soft features. Kneeling beside the bed, she observed the wound, trying to think quickly... it worried her that the girl had alread passed out. <BR><BR>Pausing, puzzled by a nagging question, she frowned to herself, sitting up slightly. Turning her head with a baffled expression, she looked up at the company, stupefied, the question on the tip of her tongue, but then held it back. <BR><BR>For some reason, she could not tell of what race this young woman was. Immediately, she found her imagination exploring and brewing up all sorts of wild possibilities, but then she remembered herself and focused on tending to the wound. Pulling out a few small leaves, near black in the dark room, Ara gently tore them, stimulating an empowering scent to swirl and eddy, hanging in the air overtop of the maiden's head. Lightly applying some of the juice to the wound and wincing as the girl flinched in her state of oblivion. Giving the same treatment to what of the wound was reasonably clean, and cleaning the rest, Ara dressed the wound hastily. Getting up and smiling humbly, she said, "It is a strange wound; I cannot tell what caused it. I fear I have not the ability to comlpetely heal it, but what I have done should serve fine for now..." Trailing off, she looked down with anxiety, then shrugged, as if to say <i>'She should be fine for now...'</i> <BR><BR>Suddenly feeling intrusive of their company, she stepped back quickly into the shadows. <BR><BR>Flashing a questioning look towards the noble man, whose eyes reflected courage but uncertainty, Ara left it open to him. She motioned her hand gently in the way of the door, inquiring whether she was needed anymore... <BR><BR>Instantly striking up the debate within herself again, she thought of her previous life, and she thought of what her life <i>could</i> be. Suddenly daunted at the possibility of escaping routine and familiarity, she felt lost. Suddenly realizing she was never invited to do anything of the sort anyways, she looked up, the obvious assumption of hers embarassing. She felt suddenly unwelcome and awkward, and was not sure what to do. So, she stood still, motionless. Moving her eyes up from the floor, she looked pleadingly to the man, begging him to make a decision for her. <BR><BR>
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Postby lalatiel » Thu Jul 18, 2002 10:26 am

Anar nodded at Siluus, indicating her decision. She would come with... even to Witchwood Forest. Evil, yes, he had said it was evil... but was it moreso than her memories? Moreso than the hunters that followed her, the sole survivor of her household and it's reputation? She almost laughed derisively... she doubted it. But if it was... would the hunters venture into the Witchwood? If it had that sort of reputation, she doubted it. Yes, she would be safe in the evil Forest.<BR> She did laugh softly when Siluus said he knew her. Of course he did. Everyone of Gondor did. As soon as she had said her name, his thoughts must have flashed to her household, and the stories and rumours told of it's dark past, darker present and black future. Stories and rumours which, sadly, were for the most part true. Which is why she was here- away from Gondor. The hunters would follow her to the depths of the sea, but her reputation- nay, her house's, for she was not like the rest of her family- would not leave the borders of Gondor. <BR> She saw Tanya faint from the corner of her eye, and gasped, and turned to face her. She- she knew this person! Tanya, Tanya... she did not know the name, but the face, the cloak... Tanya...<BR> And then there was another girl, standing near the table. Who was she? She wanted to join them, but she looked as unsure of herself as Anar must have. Her heart went out to the girl, she knew her feelings, she knew her mistrust.<BR> " It is not for me to say," she said softly, " but I think Siluus will not object to you joining." She smiled... not shyly, for once, but a smile full of compassion for the girl.
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Postby Ellora » Thu Jul 18, 2002 4:00 pm

Arte had sat silently through all of this. She turned over the thought in her mind of going with Siluus, of helping him. She had made up her mind to go and help him. Though, her eyes were heavy from lack of sleep, and the dim light all around was not helping her stay awake. Soon a dream-like state came over her. <BR><BR>"Awake Arte," spoke a soft voice in her ear. "Everything will be alright soon. I know of your troubles, your fears, your nightmares...." <BR><BR>"Who said that?" said Arte, waking with a start. Anar turned and looked at her. For a fleeting second, what seemed to be horror flashed across her face, but Arte was soon certain that she had imagined it when she spoke.<BR><BR>"No one said anything, Arte, you might have been imagining it."<BR><BR>"Or dreaming," filled in Arte, again realizing how tired she was.<BR><BR>"Only if you dream while you are awake," whispered Anar. A soft smile curled around her lips. This startled Arte. She was sure that she had been asleep, but she let all of her cares slip away quickly when someone else from the far side of the room began to speak.<BR><BR>Two soft voices were carried across the room to her ears. What ever it was they had said, they startled Arte. In an instant she was on her feet and pulling at her cloak hood. <BR><BR>"Tell Siluus I shall acompany him on his quest, but first I have to complete my own. I cannot stop now that I am so near to the end. I shall join up with you where ever you may be. No matter where you are I will find you. There is something of great importance that calls me away so urgently," Arte spoke all of this in a great hurry. Then, she turned and bid them all farewell until they shall meet again. With that, she was gone. <BR><BR>(OOC: Am heading out on business<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-tongue.gif"border=0>..... will me back soon)
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Postby Eldfess » Fri Jul 19, 2002 11:52 am

Siluus turned to Ara and noticed the questioning look on her face. Siluus knew that she had to have been paying very close attention to them to know to come here to heal. She seemed not to know whether or not to leave.<BR><BR>"Do you have a question you yet wish to ask milady?" Siluus asked her. She seemed to gulp at that, and to calm her down Siluus looked toward the the bandaged wound.<BR><BR>"I do know what caused that, though I could not aid it. In healing of the body my abilities are limited. I have abilities that would aid most healing, but this wound is beyond me. However, I can see the masterful way you took care of that wound. Without knowing it, you did that which needed to be done. I know your wish. It is why you came here, why you seek me out. Ask your question, and we will see whether or not I am the one to help you."
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Postby Arwen#1 » Fri Jul 19, 2002 4:40 pm

As Azelia saw the group go up stairs she relized,this was her chance to excape.But,as she walked out from under the conter she could make herself moved to the door.She didn't know why but she had a feeling that she wanted to join them.She didn't know what posesed her to do it but she started for the stairs.Then she stopped.Her mind wished her to turn and run,but her heart willed her on.As she stood there debating she heard voices but she refused to move,her legs felt glued to the floor.She was scared so she sat on the floor waiting,like an impaitient child,for them to find her.
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Postby lalatiel » Fri Jul 19, 2002 7:01 pm

(( I don't know if there's an OOC... and I have nothing to post, but I'll be gone for about a week. You can write me in. Happy posting!))
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Postby Eldfess » Fri Jul 19, 2002 9:08 pm

(Yes, there is an aside. If you don't see it, look for it.)
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Postby no_mere_ranger » Mon Jul 22, 2002 12:42 am

Caught off her guard by the man's comforting yet unnerniving openness, she mumbled some nonsense and struggled to regain her compusure. She scowled inwardly at her ability to over-react and her inability to keep situations in proportion. "I was- it's just, she... " straightening up, and facing the patient and soft stare of the man, she held her focus. "I am slightly puzzled as to her origins; do you know her well? I was merely wondering of what race she was; it might be a reason as to why I have never seen a wound in such a strange state as that..." <BR><BR>A strange look crossed the man's face; perhaps this was not a question he was expecting... <BR><BR>Ara suddenly realized she did not know any of these people. She did not even know their names. Loosening her tense shoulders and relaxing her stance, she looked around the room slowly, observing the tiniest details that she had noticed before in attempt to occupy her whirring mind. She saw the elegant yet simple curve of the bed posts, the intricate metal hook on the back of the door, the stout chair in front of the fire place. <BR><BR>She scanned the room, her eyes falling on a still form in the dark corner, cloaked and bandaged, almost completely hidden in the shadows. Catching the person watching her, she looked away quickly, immediately feeling intimidated by the tough appearance. Noticing a tall, lean woman standing with concern and anxiety lingering in the air. She noticed Ara's stare, and offered her a weak smile accross the room, then looked away, engrossed in her own thoughts. <BR><BR>Looking back up quickly at the man, she felt a sense of uneasiness settle within her at the startled look that was evident in the man's eyes. She felt concern for him as his mind seemed to wander elsewhere. His eyes lost their depth, but waves of sorrow, fear, anxiety, and helpless frustration were clear in the vulnerability of the state he was in. <BR><BR>Feeling a pang of sorrow for this troubled yet noble man, Ara felt the decision and the real question leap out at her with such ambition and force that she knew there was nothing else she would or <i>could</i> do; it would devour her mentally if she did not leap at this chance. <BR><BR>"I would like to come with you. I hope you will pardon me for overhearing your conversation, but I think I could be of help." Pausing to collect her thoughts, feeling ashamed at eavesdropping, but nonetheless completely certain of her intent. "My father used to tell me stories of Witchwood when I was young; I am not sure if they are nonsense or not, but I have learned a bit about it; enough to know that it is both extremely rare, and extremely powerful, thus offering me an opportunity likewise. With your acceptance and consent, I would like to accompany you in your journey." <BR><BR>All of the eyes in the room directed in the direction of the man and herself. Though she felt very exposed at jumping in like this, she also felt a surge of relief. She was beginning to feel her old character showing through again; the true her that she was <i>proud</i> of. All of her interesting or strong traits had been lost with her degrading job at the inn. Apparently not completely lost; just buried deep within her, waiting to emerge at the perfect opportunity. <BR><BR>A smile playing accross her stubborn lips, she waited for an answer, then shifted back to the bedside to sit beside the injured girl.
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Postby ~Lady_of_Ithilien~ » Mon Jul 22, 2002 2:45 am

<i> A young woman had been watching the interaction between the man and several others for some time. She had seated herself far in the back corners of the inn and sat cloaked in mystery and darkness. Like a ranger, some thought sending wary glances at her over their cups of mead and ale. She had to smile slightly as she shifted at the thought, wondering if the foolish druken men even knew that she was a woman at all. If they did they made no advances, which, she thought was wise of them since she did not take kindly to unwelcome offers. She had to admit though that the notion that she indeed was a ranger was not that far fetched since her mother had been one of the finest rangers save only for Strider, no... not Strider, Aragorn(King Aragorn that is.) <BR>Her head bent slightly remembering his might and nature. She had heard many wonderful tales of him from her father and uncle. How she missed them all, but allowing those memories to subside she sat more upright knowing that the fate of her people, lay in her hands. Not a plesent thought at any rate. As the young man reveled something to the group around him she leaned forward, her grey elvin eyes peering through the dark and steamy room. It looked like a sword, whatever it was the reaction to it was unexpected and her eyes narrowed in response. Just then a young woman who had addressed their table fainted into the arms of the man, he called for help and she was taken up a flight of stairs.<BR>Rising from the table she allowed her black robes to fall over her lavender form fitting dress, pulling the hood even more over her full head of soft rich brown hair she slinked her way through the tables stopping only to deliver a few loud slaps to a few druken men pressing thier luck. The robes and hood allowed her to blend into the shadows and she made her way up the stairs. She heard the noise of soft discussion in a room nearby and she peered around the corner. She heard talk of things she could not quiet understand, and her instincts to heal the ill woman were strong. Bravely she walked through the doorway noticing the sudden change in mood.<BR>She made her way to the bed where the woman lie and saw a barmaid sitting next to her. Smiling kindly Seanera slowly loward her hood and allowed her hair to spill down her shoulders. Then taking her hand and placing it lightly on the woman's cheek she whispered softly...</i><BR><BR>"Fair woman awake for none here will harm you, I am Seanera daughter of Elladan and Grand daughter of Lord Elrond. I give my word you shall be safe."<i> The woman still was still but Seanera knew that in a short period of time she would awaken.</i>
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Postby ladyofthelight1uk » Mon Jul 22, 2002 5:00 am

<i>As she had fallen in a faint, Onyx could still hear and feel what was going on.Although she appeared uncouncious she was still completely aware of everthing going on around her.<BR>The barmaid who tended to her wound noticed an unusual slight golden shimmer all over Onyx's skin.She noted that but didnt say anything yet.The healing herbs stung her flesh but they were not half as painful as the wound itself.<BR> As this new woman sat beside her and spoke,Onyx listened then relaxed.<BR>But then with no warning the air around Onyx wavered and seemed to become solid, none of the company could tell what it was altough it looked like heat waves.Onyx's eyes shot open and she looked about her taking in everything in the room, and memorising every single feature of the poeple around her.Thoughts rushed through her mind about all the people,who were these new people?Did they know who she was.<BR>What she was?<BR>But as she saw the kind looks on their faces her mind slowed down its furious thinking and she tried sit up but winced from her wound.Then she noticed her unconcoius protection, the solid air.Hastily she got rid of it with her mind so that they could talk to her and go near her.<BR>She spoke in the same voice with the strange accent as before.</i><BR><BR>Wh...Where am I?<BR><BR><i>She looked up at Silius and the fathoms of sorrow and anger in his eyes washed over her,making her feel like her own plight was tiny in comparison.</i><BR><BR>May I join you in looking for Witchwood Forest?
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Postby Ellora » Mon Jul 22, 2002 6:22 pm

At this time, Arte slipped in through the door unnoticed. She looked different now, something was different. She stumbled over to the bar. Her quest had ended more quickly than she had thought it would. <BR> Outside of the inn stood a man, a tall dark man. He held one thing in his hand, a knife. When Arte went out the door she was greeted with more than she had wanted. Now, she was trying to stand with a deep knife wound in her back. No one noticed when the man walked inside, and no one noticed when he slipped back into the corridor to all of the rooms. <BR> He began to silently open every door as if searching for something. It was not long before he neared the room in which Arte friends were in. Without much strength left in her, Arte could not walk over to stop him. All she could do was plea for help. Even her plea was strangled with a cough, but someone had to have seen him by now, someone would understand what was going on.
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Postby Adramir081 » Tue Jul 23, 2002 11:13 am

(hope you don't mind if i join)<BR>Adramir(Add-rah-meer) sat, quiet and concealed, at the table behind a small group of people. The man, Siluus she thought his name was, had been joined by several people, one spoke of her home Gondor oh how she missed it, with the thought of her home came memmories. They flooded her mind, but cleared quickly at her will, now was no time to think about her mother, she thought, only the task at hand. She was listining to the entire conversation, as descrete as the party tried to make it, it was loud enough. She overheard many things of intrest to her, perhaps join them. She knew the pain this man must be feeling, she resisted the strong urge to just walk up to the man and embrace him, comfort him, the mans losses were encredible, an entire nation. She wished him the comfort she never had, and became lost in memmories once again. Snapped out of her painful thoughts by the cry of help from the man, she jumped, but remaned seated. It was never good to let someone know you have been listining to their private comversations. They escorted the young woman to a room, and had not left it yet. She saw one woman leave, probably for good, and exit the inn. But moments later she stumbled in again, a distorted look of pain on her face, followed by a ruthless looking man who almost ran to the hallways where the rooms were. Adramir rose and walked over to the woman whom had re-entered the inn. <BR>"Are you alright??" Adramir asked the woman.<BR>The woman gave her a worried look and finally spoke...
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Postby Ellora » Tue Jul 23, 2002 6:03 pm

Arte looked quickly at the figure that stood near her. Her vision had become some what blurred from pain. <BR><BR><i> You must stop that man with the knife. I don't know what he is doing, but he tried to kill me outside. I feel that I am close enough to death as it is, but I shall live, I have had far worse wounds than this before. Please! Stop him! I don't know what he will do when he finds Siluus. Hurry!</i><BR><BR>The person scanned her swiftly then turned and ran off down the coridor. Arte followed with her eye's until the figure was out of sight. She pulled bandages out of her pack, and began to dress her wound as best she could.
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Postby ~Lady_of_Ithilien~ » Tue Jul 23, 2002 7:12 pm

<i>Seanera's back was to the door as she sat by the bed unnerved by the quiet that filled it. But with the quiet came a whisper of evil, evil will and intent she tensed slightly feeling the disturbance coming from the hallway. Her heartbeat began to grow faster as she felt a stab of pain cutting her and she gasped quietly as the pain grew, the occupants next to her looked confused and worried. Seanera knew she had not been attacked personally, the pain was sent to her by another, someone else was hurt(badly) and the assailer was surely the evil that she felt now. <BR>Using her reflexes she jumped up from her seat, ignoring the slight pain in her side and the faint pain she had in her head she walked silently and quickly to the door, it was dark but with her elvish senses she sensed a form waiting, for who, for what?</i><BR>"Stay here, make sure nothing enters this place unless you know for certain they are harmless." she said to Siluus.<i> he glanced at her as she began to leave and laid a hand on her arm to stop her from leaving.</i><BR>"How can I know who is truly harmless, how can I be certain in a place like this?" <BR>"Just... trust your instincts, I'm sure you'll know."<i> she said with a smile and then drawing her blade she moved into the darkness. <BR>Suddenly a dark form lept out of the shadows toward her and clamped his strong arm on her wrist,forcing her to drop the blade with a cry. Bringing his horrid face close to her he sneered,</i> "Well well, I didn't know there were still half breeds roaming the world."<BR><i> A flash of anger filled her and she brought her arm down hard and twisted it away, feeling it snap under the pressure but ignored the pain and kicking out at him she raced the rest of the way to the main bar, the man blocking the way back to the room she had come from. <BR>She saw two women standing togther and she ran to them, she then saw one had taken the stab that had most certainly caused her the pain she had felt earlier.</i> <BR>
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