OOC>>> Awesome post, Spree! [img]graemlins/thumbsup.gif[/img] Absolutely loved the imagery and beautiful prose you conjured there [img]smile.gif[/img]

IC>>>
<font color="lightgreen">Her mind whirling in a crazed spin, spiralling away into... what? "Larry!" ~ Mystra save me, why do I keep calling for him these days? Have I gone so weak as to depend on him for my every protection? ~ The revelation almost chokes her in her blindness, the darkness shrouding her into a tight embrace. ~ I will not submit... ~ Even as her will weakens, her strength ebbing away.

Tumbling... into where? ~ It has to be Larry's arms; I know it! He's holding me... ~ But why does everything feel so empty? ~ Am I floating in nothingness? Mystra! Help me! Forgive me for abandoning you in my prayers! ~ The guilt torments her ~ I deserve no aid... ~ The pressure in her head is rising, she gasps to breathe...

And suddenly, the darkness subsides. But tis not Larry she sees...~ "No! Leave me alone!" ~ Her soundless shriek matches the speed with which she connects the environment... <font color="yellow">Ravenwood</font>...</font>

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ooc: I could really use some help as to where i post my character's history help!!!!!!!!!

ooc: ;) Yes I thought the big red letters and the marquee were... OH... You were talking about the ghosts! Hah! My bad!

And er Thalili, if you can type, you should be fine. :rolleyes:

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<font color=green> ;) All right, I know I'm edging up on spam, but I'm friends with the moderator so that's OK. :D Right Larry!

This story is told from the view of 'Merrick', a half-elven man. This is the first and probably most rattling paragraph. ;) I think you'll like it Mistral. Here's the preview:</font>

She was beyond repair. I knew this, but I would never accept it. I held her trembling hand, her breath was quickening. The deep gash across her torso would be the end of her. The smell of burning flesh would fill your nostrils from a yard away. Blood was accumulating visibly at the corners of her mouth. My body shuddered, racked in sorrow. I had gained my share of scars, but nothing would scar me as deeply as this. I frantically kissed the hand that I clenched so tightly. My spare fingers were used to brush aside locks of her hair. The soft dark hair that fell in goblet sized rings at her elbows was now damp with sweat and plastered to her skin. Her normally rosy cheeks were pale. Another sob escaped me. Why should she die? Why could I not be the one to go? I felt a hand touch my cheek. It was cold as ice. I looked into her eyes, my own welling with tears. Her beautiful amethyst eyes were filled with acceptance. Between gasps a hoarse version of her melodic voice sounded to me, “Don’t cry my love. Don’t cry my Merrick.” I blinked to obey her wish as a gurgling whimper escaped my throat unintentionally. She recoiled her hand, placing it on my own, rested on her shoulder. The purple eyes looked longingly at me. She whispered with an effort, “We will meet again someday.” I nodded, trying to comfort her in her last moments. A soft smile formed on her face, a smile that I will never leave me. Then her little head fell to the side and the amethyst eyes closed forever. Every muscle in my body trembled, every bone quaked, every vein shook. I whispered, “Sweet dreams Kyra.” I regained my feet and backed away from the corpse slowly. Fresh tears were threatening to erupt. Kyra, my beautiful sweet Kyra, was nearly cut in two.

<font color="silver">Silent as one would expect of a graveyard. The leaves of the bushes rustle, and out she bounds! Not a wolf, but one with a similar strength and energy.</font> ~ <font color="white">Yet another elf! Or half-elf... pity that I can't tell the difference from a glance.</font> ~ <font color="silver">The spirited and unlined face defying something... what could it be? </font> ~ <font color="lightgreen">She jerks back, horridly fascinated by the new discovery</font> ~ <font color="white">She's dead!</font> ~ <font color="lightgreen">She inhales deeply, attempting to steady her alarmed heart</font> ~ <font color="white">Who is she, anyway?</font>

<font color="lightgreen">Her eyes dart down towards the intruder's bare ankle ~ <font color="white">Some marking... </font> ~ <font color="lightgreen">In a flash, she remembers her own scar, inflicted by Serephine</font> ~ <font color="white">A scythe... Nightblade family...</font>

<font color="silver">"What is it mummy?" ~ Her puzzlement shows on her inexperienced face</font> ~ <font color="lightgreen">She glances to see an older version of the child ghost</font> ~ <font color="white">Gods, just how many of them are there, anyway?!</font> ~ <font color="lightgreen">But the elder is now speaking, and she strains her ears to listen to the conversation.</font>

<font color=pink>"That's your sister, Iris. I was telling you about her before."</font> ~ <font color="white">Sister?</font> ~ <font color="lightgreen"> ~ Her gaze remains transfixed on the child, guessing the nature of this gathering</font> ~ <font color="silver"> Hero-worship suffuses across Iris' greyish countenance, replaced by a wide smile ~ "Hello Chani!"</font>

<font color="white">Just as I thought...</font> ~ <font color="lightgreen">She turns, her earlier suspicions confirmed</font> ~ <font color="white">Spree...</font>

<font color="silver">Suddenly, the images begin to flit by. A third ghost... male and fully grown...</font> ~ <font color="white">Cyrus Nightblade!</font> <font color="silver">... Cyrus and Spree walking off to a lake... blurred images... nothingness. </font>

<font color="cyan"> ~ END OF VISION ~ </font>

<font color="skyblue">With a soft cry, she acknowledges the break in contact. Unable to decipher whether the prevalent emotion is that of relief or disappointment. Her eyes flutter open, not knowing what to expect.

A blink. She freezes. Larry appears to be undergoing some trance, as well...</font>

[ 01-05-2002: Message edited by: mistral4543 ]</p>

OOC>>> Yep, that other piece's great, too! I really missed your posts when you weren't around ;)

Now, promise me you'll try your best to stay with us for good this time. How about it? [img]smile.gif[/img]

Off to bed now... it's 2 am!! Ya'll oughta feel special :D

ooc: :D YES! I GOT HER TO SAY YA'LL!!! :D I GAVE THE CHICK FROM SINGAPORE A SOUTHERN ACCENT! YEEEEEEE HAAAAAAAWWWW!

;) I wouldn't worry Mistral. We get past this week and I'm stuck with you. Given I did OK on the finals... :( I hate finals! But anyway, given I did OK on those my grades should follow (think an amiable ten points from or for my grade). I know I got A's on my literature and grammar finals, so only three classes to worry about... Wouldn't worry too much on my aim classes anyway... I THINK I did decent in math and GA history... I dunno. I'll quote Enya on this one:

...You cannot change what's over, but only where you go...

(ooc this is the history of my character Thalali Foxwwod)

“Mother what’s it like outside the water?” asked Thalali. Ever since Thalali was a child he has been interested in the outside world. Thalali had read every book the underwater had to offer about the outside word. One day he would leave this underwater prison and learn about the other things the world had to offer. He had learned about the grass and the trees from the books he read but he had never learned of things like hobgoblins or ogres. He only knew of the underwater beasts. Thalali was a thief /assassin by nature. He would do any thing for gold or treasure. What he also read about the upper world was that there were a great amount of treasure. He decided one night that he would sneek to the upper world while every body was sleeping. He went to the old museum that had things from the upper world. He went there every day to admire one thing the bow that had a satchel of arrows. He picked the lock on the glass display case. He finally got it, the one thing he admired most the bow and arrows. After the gaurds at the gate fell asleep he crept through pulled the lever that controlled the gate and he escaped to the surface. It was different up here he had to use lungs a major organ he never knew he had. He couldn’t swim any more his body felt too heavy. He was going to be crushed he was tired he needed to sleep. He woke up to the soft shimmering sound of the waves in the distance. He was bouncing up and down now he heard the sound of click clack on gravel. He had never heard this sound before and it sounded weird. An weird looking man was looking at him he also looked weird he wasn’t very hand some and look wrinkly. “Who are you and where am I”, asked Thalali. “You are in the city of Bauldurs Gate and I am Orion”, replied the old man. Thalali got to his feet and asked where he might find treasure. “You might find it in the Nashkel Mines But they are riddled with monsters and traps and you will surely be killed if you go alone.” Thalali thought for a while and looked at his bow and arrows at the end of the cart. “How do I use this weapon,” Thalali asked the old man. The old man showed him how to fire and care for the bow and arrow. When Thalali learned how to fire it the old man gave him some arrows of biting and warned him only to use them in case of dire emergency. The old man then lead him to the stables taught Thalali how to ride a horse and sent him with a map to Amn and said look for others like you sea elves you might like to look for moon elves also because it seems you have some of their blood.With that Thalali set out for Amn looking for treasure and adventure.

<font color="lightblue">Larry was walking in a forst, long away from home. It was dusk, and the sky displayed a brilliant shade of pink and azure. Suddenly, he heard a rustle of leaves off to the side. Nightblade came into his hands immediately. He was ready for this foe, and tehy would pay for this intrusion of peace. But no enemy ever came. Strangley enough, Nightblade began to glow and grow cooler to the touch. Larry kept his guard up, inching across the road, and straining to listen. Nightblade was growing ever brighter and terribly cold now. The cold began to numb his grip, then to hurt. Not being able to take it anymore, Larry unwillingly dropped his blade. Nightblade fell to the ground. Then there was a blinding flash, and helplessly, Larry cried out in surprise and jumped back. Nightblade rose into the air on her own desire. She was shining as brightly as the sun had that day, and the coolness radiated off of her like a chilly artic wind.
Then, Lary realized that he was staring at the image of a man. A cold, ghostly figure, obviously strong, and his eyes were deadly cold. He stared on, holding the poor ranger in contempt, it seemed. Markings on his person seemed to indicate that he was in some relation to Spree. Was this her father? <font color="white">"Did my father know you?"</font> Larry wondered...though aloud. The figure smirked, hearing this inquiry, but said nothing.
Then it was over. The blade lay on the ground, and the air was warmer, as it should be. The night was upon him. But, how had he really got here? Where was Mistral? Larry realized that he had no recollection of ever coming into these woods. Is this a dream?
<font color="white">"Mistral! Wake me up! Where are you? Mistral!"</font>

ooc:

...Spree's Attempt At Bribery...

Larry! I'll be your best friend if you give me my Deiter back. I promise! I'll let you read my diary! Pretty pretty please with sugar on top? You can have all the money in my piggy bank! I'll cry if you don't.

Sephi! Bring my Deiter back please. I'll hook you up with my friend so you don't have to marry yourself! She's a half gold elf! I'll give you a spork and a glass canopy to crash through! You can hold me hostage! Do it for me? Be a pal!

Mistral! Can you help me look for my Deiter? He's tall and handsome and he's got big green puppy-dog eyes. I'll be nice to you forever! I'll let you hug me without gagging! Girl scout's honor! I'll lock you in a closet with Larry! It'll be a closet with romantic music and a candle-light dinner! PLEASE!

...Spree's Practical Approach...

~Spree starts placing over-grown mouse traps all around the boarder of the cult. They are about seven feet long and four feet wide. There is a huge spring and a bar that was torn from an abandoned roller coaster. She places in the center of each trap a cinnamon pop-tart. She loads the remaining pastries into a projectile and starts snooping around. Mistral walks past and asks what the hell she's doing.~ "SHHH!! I'm hunting Deitews!" ~Mistral says "Awwwww you miss your Deitew" then walks away mumbling something about charter.~

...Spree Tries To Make Scene For Motion Picture...

~Sits down with puppy and looks at pretty stars.~ "Me and Deiter used to look at stars." ~She starts sobbing into puppy's fur.~ "But not anymore! I wish he would just come back!" ~Looks around from corner of eye, clears throat.~ "I wish DEITER would just come back!" ~Looks behind, growls frustration, kicks puppy and storms away.~

...Spree Goes Postal Service...

~Disguises self as mailroom clerk and walks in to post office. Takes scrapbook from large coat pocket. Grimaces. Scribbles out Osama Bin Laden at top of list and replaces with nice picture of Deiter.~

...Spree Goes Soap Opera...

~Goes to fridge for drink. Picks up milk carton and sees Deiter's picture on side. Cries out in anguish.~ "Oh Deiter, if only you'd known before you dissapeared!" ~Larry walks in with Mistral clinging to his arm. Mistral is wearing gaudy fur shawl. Larry chuckles cruelly and rather meanly inquires.~ "Knew what Spree? How I was going to switch the blood for the transfusion. HAH! My plan was perfect! Being in South Africa there was NOTHING you could do!" ~Mistral smirks and Spree sobs.~ "You monster!" ~Larry laughs maniacally.~ "Don't be so selfish Spree! It's not like he had anything of value! All he had was bitchy old you and a soaring career as a botanist!" ~She slaps Larry across the face.~ "I'm carrying his baby you bastard!" ~Runs away crying. Larry laughs and looks down at Mistral, she too is crying. He looks concerned.~ "What's wrong Mistral?" ~She looked down at her round stomach and cried.~ "I'm carrying his baby too!" ~She cries. Larry looks at her in shock.~ "But Mistral... I thought you loved me! Why? Why did you do this to me?" ~She sobbed, pulling out a paper.~ "Because Larry! You lied about your test results!" ~She drops the paper on the ground and runs away. Larry curiously picks up the paper.~ "Oh no! She found my drug test results! She knows that I'm an ecstasy addict and that I only have three monthes to live!" ~Sephi steps out of shadows behind refridgerator and chuckles.~ "I can save you." ~Larry looks over curiously and intentively.~ "How?!" ~Sephi bares his fangs.~ "Become a vampire like me Larry!"

...Spree Goes Shakespeare...

~Leans out of balcony.~ "Deitero, o' Deitero, where for art thou Deitero. Would a pop-tart by any other name, not taste just as scrumptious?"

<font color=red><font size=7><marquee>LARRY! I'M TALKING TO YOU! I WANT DEITER'S E-MAIL ADDRESS. RESISTANCE IS FUTILE!</marquee></font>

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[ 01-05-2002: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]</p>

OOC>>>What the hell???
Well, that was certainly the funniest, entertaining post I have ever read.

Just for that, I will post Deiter's e-mail address publically, so that we can ALL e-mail him and beg him back.

<center><font color="gold">Briar230@yahoo.com</font></center>

I cannot promise that he is still there...only that he used to e-mail me from that address...By the way...I edited your post only to close the red font color.

[ 01-05-2002: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]</p>

OOC>>> 'K, Spree. I'll try both PM-ing and emailing Deiter... and I'll put return receipt so that I'll know exactly when he gets the message ;) I just hope this time he'll respond :(

IC>>>
<font color="lightgreen">The faraway look creeps into his glittering green eyes, drawing him away from her ~ So it happens whether our eyes are open or not... ~ There is no mistaking this is a sign, a vision of what is to come.the question is, are we seeing the same vision...

Suddenly, Nightblade leaps into life, flaring with a luminous blue light. She hastily steps forth, embracing her husband so as to obscure its brilliance from the curious eyes of others ~ The blade... it's saying something... ~ Cursing the fact that only Spree would be able to interpret its language. Her frantic heartbeat in chorus with his equally irregular one ~ The suspense... surely it must be far worse than confirmed reality... ~

He stirs; she glances at his handsome face. The dream-like state appears to be wavering, and his lips part, mumbling...what was he saying?...

<font color="white">"Mistral...where... me..."</font>

Gripped by the sense of urgency, she raises her hands and cups the sides of face ~ "Larry! It's me! Come back!" ~ Patting him gently against the cheeks ~ "Come back to me!" ~ And presses her lips gently against his, hoping to break the enchantment...</font>

<font color="white">
He finds himself in his wife's arms. She has embraced him in a lasting kiss. He pulls her tightly, and whispers to her ear. <font color="lightblue">"I think we need to sit down and talk this out. I am beginning to get really scared, now..."</font>
Larry looks over her shoulder seeing if Chaos is nearby.</font>

Larry called out for Chaos...
<font color="lightblue">"Chaos! Where are you buddy?"</font>

Then Larry spotted him. He was in the corner of the room, apparently shivering from fright.

<font color="lightblue">"What is it boy? What has spooked you? Come over here!</font>

The young wolf gets up reluctantly, and trots over to Larry's outstretched hand, and nuzzles it. Larry can feel him shivering and on guard.

<font color="lightblue">"What could have gotten into him?, unless he is also seeing some sorta wierd visions...but that makes no sense for him to be involved...does it?"</font>

<font color="lightgreen">Relief gushes over her like a tidal wave as the reciprocal embrace signals his swift return ~ He's back! ~ Yet he seems to stiffen as he peers over her shoulder...

Reluctantly, she turns to gaze at the pup wolf. Chaos is whimpering and - could she be imagining it - slightly shivering? ~ "Chaos... what is it?" ~ She whispers, crouching beside him, trying to scratch him behind the ears but finding him deliberately evasive ~ What is it now...</font>

<font color="silver">The elder ghost..</font> ~ <font color="white">Iris' mother!</font> ~ <font color="silver">...facing that other adult... the one who had flitted by...</font> ~ <font color="white">Cyrus Nightblade! This must be his wife, then... and Iris... their daughter... along with Spree...</font> ~ <font color="lightgreen">She gasps at a sudden discovery</font> ~ <font color="white">They're alive!</font>

<font color="yellow">"Grandfather! Grandmother!"</font> ~ <font color="silver">The young male elf pipes, his aquamarine eyes reflecting the rays of the morning sun</font> ~ <font color="pink">"That's a good boy."</font> ~ <font color="silver">Cyrus' wife chuckles softly, stroking his fine hair</font> ~ <font color="pink">"I can tell you're going to be a real heartbreaker... just like your father."</font> ~ <font color="silver">And she turns to face her son-in-law</font> ~ <font color="pink">"Thank you... for bringing him here. No present could be more welcome..."</font> ~

<font color="lightblue">"Come here, my boy."</font> ~ <font color="silver">Cyrus' calm demeanour is nevertheless betrayed by the streak of pride flashing across his eyes, and the scythe on his collarbone glows in a blood red</font> ~ <font color="lightblue"> "Aye... yet another addition to the Nightblade clan..."</font> ~ <font color="silver">Turning to Deiter, he raises his brows speculatively</font> ~ <font color="lightblue">You wouldn't mind that remark now, would you?"</font>

<font color="red">"He's half a Leafblade, too."</font> ~ <font color="silver">Spree's face clouds for a moment, as the defensive words come swift</font> ~ <font color="red">"But he's our child... and that's all that matters."</font> ~ <font color="silver">Glancing at Deiter, she winks at him. He wouldn't mind... he's so good-natured... life is perfect.</font>

<font color="cyan">"That's a fine nephew I've got."</font> ~ <font color="silver">The elf with the scar above his right eye finally speaks, amusement dancing in his dark eyes.</font> ~ <font color="red">"You'll have a protege from now on, Arrakis. Or perhaps, a challenger."</font> ~ <font color="silver">A smirk forms on Spree's lips.</font>

<font color="gold">"Hey! Don't you start ignoring my presence now!"</font> ~ <font color="silver">The gutsy Iris makes a mock pout</font> ~ <font color="gold">"I'm alive, remember?"</font> ~ <font color="silver">The air rings with merriment, love and pride. The youngster begins to dart around their feet, eluding their attempts to fondle him, alternating between scowling and smirking.</font> ~ <font color="lightblue">"Well, Illuna, I see that he takes after me... in dexterity."</font> ~ <font color="pink">"Yes, Cyrus."</font> ~ <font color="silver">The tone of indulgence is obvious to all. More laughter resonating into the woods...

Suddenly, the massacre commences without warning. One by one, they fall..<font color="lightblue">Cyrus Nightblade</font>... <font color="pink">Illuna</font>... <font color="red">Spree</font>... <font color="magenta">Deiter</font>... <font color="cyan">Arrakis</font>... <font color="gold">Iris</font>... who?!...</font>

<font color="silver">The youngster begins to tremble, his teeth biting his lips determinedly. A film forms over the aquamarine eyes and he rushes towards his parents. Resistance is futile; the tears roll down his pale and taut cheeks</font> ~ <font color="yellow">"Father... Mother..."</font> ~ <font color="silver">he whispers, ignoring the approaching figure. Gazes at his slaughtered relatives, his face crumpling before contorting in a Herculean effort to harden himself.

Finally, he stares at the assassin, his eyes flashing with venom and hatred...</font>

<font color="skyblue">~ END OF VISION ~ </font>

<font color="lightgreen">Cold perspiration clings to her entire body, her face gone quite ashen ~ "No..." ~ A single moan escapes her dry lips, as her clammy hands attempt to steady herself from collapsing onto the ground.</font>

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ooc: Sigh... I sent Deiter an e-mail with a reciept too. Sighned love Spree of course. ;)

Great vision Mistral. Oh my poor baby boy... Hmmm... What should I call him? Hrm. ~Picks up name book.~

Asher means happy and blessed. Poor thing can't be too happy. Scratch that!

~Gets to the letter C then slams the book.~ If Deiter dosen't come back then I won't have to worry about this now WILL I?! Grrr...

OOC>>>I also e-mailed him, and Mistral says that she got a confirmation that somebody on his side read the message she sent.

OOC>>> Thanks, Spree. I'm trying my best not to let you down ;) :D
I got a message saying the email was received. But I'm not sure if Deiter received it, or just his yahoo account did. Drat, drat, drat!! :( [img]graemlins/crying.gif[/img]

(ooc: Don't fear! I have a read reciept on mine! So when somebody actually opens the e-mail, I'll know! Unfortunately right now that means nobody's read it. ;) Ah well. If he isn't dead he'll get back here. Like the song says "Someday I'll get back there, find the world you dropped from your hand." Besides, with all these cinnamon pop-tarts around, how can we fail? OK... I have time for one shorter post. But I don't know what to type. :D Gimme a minute!)

OOC>>> Impressive sig you've got there, Spree :D Ack, let's hope the aroma of the pop-tarts draws him back soon.

Deiter, please... come back!! Look, we're cheering ya on!!!

[img]graemlins/thewave.gif[/img]

(ooc: Oh god Mistral I just read the vision again. It's so sad! [img]graemlins/crying.gif[/img] I can just see the poor little pup. What's gonna happen to him Mistral? And he's so small and cute and ooohhhh... He needs a name! HOLY HAND GRENADE I'VE FOUND IT! It fits perfect with the vision too! Zared means ambush! Awww! Come 'ere Zaree, let me give you a hug... Wait... He dosen't exist yet. Oh darn. ~Looks around for Deiter~ We need to fix this detail. :D ROFLMAO. ;) Think, I'm not even a baby person! Heh heh heh... Ummm... OK with my last 15 minutes I'll just do more pool visions.)

<u>Cyrus Nightblade</u>
<font color=black>~He nodded his head grimly.~ "I believe though, that some explaining is required. I've been keeping an eye on your so-called friends. 'Mistral' is having some interesting thoughts." ~A voice sounds through the din, and bounces of trees to their ears.~</font>

"Think of it! An entire village of these bastards just waiting to be killed!"

<u>Chani Ravenwood</u>
<font color=seagreen>~She gasped, everything dissapeared. The mist, the pool, the voice, Cyrus. All she could hear were footsteps cushioned by wet leaves. Her face was stuck looking at where the pond had once been. She wanted the visions back.~</font>

<u>Locke Foresthide</u>
<font color=indianred>~He looked down at her quizically.~ "Are you all right Chain?" ~She didn't seem to acknowledge him. He repeated more audibly.~ "Chain?" ~He yelled that an echo would ring through the wood.~ "CHAIN!" ~Her head finally snapped to the side and he looked at her curiously.~ "What the hell's wrong with you? Gone deaf on me?" </font>

(ooc: ;) Night blade... ER Night ya'll...)

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OOC>>> An apt name, indeed [img]graemlins/thumbsup.gif[/img] And erm, it's Chani, not Chain ;) ... just hope you realise that those words uttered by my character took place in her dreams, Spree. Not when she was conscious :D

Hi you all! I'm back! (for now, school starts Tuesday :( )
BTW, Spree, try getting ME to have a southern accent. I USED to have a New England American accent, but thanks to four years of english-as-a-foreign-language lessons, it's rapidly degenerating into British-German... [img]graemlins/1dizzy.gif[/img]
Hello Thanali! Nice to meet you, I'm Kaz (doh) ;)
Hm... there seems to be very little for my character to do right now...

(OOC: Kaz, I've got an idea for something that might occupy our characters for a while, I'll PM it to you.)

Kaz and Neb had been delayed in reaching Athkatla because a large orcish warparty had marched across the route they'd planned to take, their detour had taken them south, out onto some flat plains....

Night was falling and the two decided to make camp, after lighting a campfire and eating some rations Neb offered to take the first watch while Kaz slept.

He sat with his back to the fire and gazed upwards, looking at the stars for a while, eventually however, exhaustion overwhelmed him and he fell asleep.

The next morning Neb woke up, yawned and went to wake Kaz so they could continue their journey to Athkatla, Kaz, however, was missing.

Neb went into a panic, looking around to see where she might have gone, all of her things were still there, he searched the ground and found the marks of insectoid feet, only barely visible and heading further south.

He knew of only one race which would kidnap elves.... Thri-keen, large insect-men 7 feet tall with four arms, they looked like praying manti and had a taste for elven flesh, he HAD to find Kaz before they ate her, this was HIS fault, he shouldn't have let himself fall asleep....

Neb took his things and followed the tracks southward....

(OOC: Kaz has been kidnapped by Thri-keen, they're usually 7 feet tall, have four arms, look like praying manti and are sand-coloured, they also often have Wild Talents(50% of all Thri-keen are gifted with one or two random psionic powers.), they're capable of leaping up to 50 feet forward or 20 feet upwards and their bites carry a paralyzing venom.)

OOC: I know nothing whatever about these Thri-keen, where can I expect to find Kaz? Underground? In the open? *hunts desperately for the sheet on which she's written her spells and equipment*

(OOC: In the open, probably a temporary camp, thri-keen are nomadic and not too advanced.)

OOC>>> Great to see you back, Kaz! [img]smile.gif[/img] Can I take it that you and Neb do not require rescuing?

Off to bed now [img]graemlins/happywave.gif[/img]

<blockquote>quote:</font><hr>Originally posted by mistral4543:
OOC>>> Great to see you back, Kaz! [img]smile.gif[/img] Can I take it that you and Neb do not require rescuing?

Off to bed now [img]graemlins/happywave.gif[/img] <hr></blockquote>

OOC: The idiots who kidnapped me will require rescuing :D
Glad to see you too [img]smile.gif[/img]

ooc: :D I know these things Mistral. Where do you think these visions are coming from? Heh heh heh... He's gotten inside your head and he's digging some things up. :D Ah and I pronounce my character's name with a long a, so 'Chain' is basically just chopping the end off. Yet another nickname! ;) OK confusions cleared up I'd like to welcome back Kaz! YAY! And Kaz, I took a picture of a box of cinnamon pop-tarts with my digital camera, I've just got to figure out how to get it out and about...

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<u>Chani Ravenwood</u>
<font color=seagreen>~Her face portrayed deep agony as she looked up at her friend. She quickly shook her head.~ "No... No, I haven't gone deaf... I..."</font>

<u>Locke Foresthide</u>
<font color=indianred>~He looked down at her in a concerned manner and interrupted.~ "What's wrong? What happened?" ~At her troubled silence he lugged her to her feet, took her head in his hands and made her look him straight in the eye.~ "Speak to me!"</font>

<u>Chani Ravenwood</u>
<font color=seagreen>~She felt fresh tears come to her sore eyes and streak down her cheeks. Her face crumpled to sorrow and confusion.~ "Locke it's just so terrible and... She would never... I thought I could... Oh! I just want to go home!" ~A tremor of distress ran down her spine. She felt herself collapse onto him.~</font>

<u>Locke Foresthide</u>
<font color=indianred>~He exhaled disturbance as she fell on him. His eyes averted to the side quickly. He then warily surrendered his arms, reassuring gestures followed.~ "There there..." ~He shook his head, trying to lighten the atmosphere.~ "Agh this isn't right. You're supposed to be the man! You always were before!"</font>

<u>Chani Ravenwood</u>
<font color=seagreen>~Her body heaved in a humorous scoff.~ "And you used to be funny. Seems we've both changed." ~She shook her own head and recoiled.~ "Locke... You're the first person who hasn't said: You are home Chani."</font>

<u>Locke Foresthide</u>
<font color=indianred>~He shrugged.~ "Home is where your heart rests, isn't it?" ~He looked at her in the eyes.~ "I don't think they realize the possibility that you might have a life away from here." ~He watched her sorrowful eyes avert downward.~ "And looking at you now, I'd wager you did." ~He rolled his shoulders.~</font>

<u>Chani Ravenwood</u>
<font color=seagreen>~She looked at her friend in astonishment.~ "You understand." ~She turned back to hyper.~ "But Mistral, how... And Larry, I wonder... I mean, is Deiter even..."</font>

<u>Locke Foresthide</u>
<font color=indianred>~He stopped the flow of uneasiness mid-sentence.~ "Spree, Chain, Chani, CALM DOWN!" ~He tried to remain forceful in spite of pity for her.~ "I can listen, but only when your words make sense. I CAN'T read your mind!" ~He took a deep breath and gave a reassuring gesture.~ "Now, take it slow. I'll still be here. What's distressing you so?"</font>

<u>Chani Ravenwood</u>
<font color=seagreen>~She nodded her head slowly and swallowed.~ "W...Well, it's Nightblade... H... Oh you're never going to believe this!" ~The hyper-venilation returned.~</font>

<u>Locke Foresthide</u>
<font color=indianred>~He shook his head, rubbing his sinuses patiently with his fingers. He looked at her.~ "Chain I am the most gullible bastard you will ever hope to meet; I have a lot of trust instilled in you from over the years. If you told me the sky was falling, I'd duck for cover. If you told me I was dead I'd dig a hole and crawl right in. You can relax about looking stupid, I do it all the time, it's really not that bad."</font>

<u>Chani Ravenwood</u>
<font color=seagreen>~She nodded her head slowly, forcing a thin teary smile.~ "Well... Nightblade..." ~Her head snapped to the side as she was suddenly interuppted.~</font>

<u>Quabola Wolfrun</u>
<font color=teal>~He stepped from the bush with a convincing growl, even though he was in elven form.~ "Cyrus Nightblade is dead Miss Ravenwood. I don't know why you waste your breath on him." ~He turned his gaze venomously to Locke.~ "I told YOU to stay away from her." ~His intent eyes, it seemed as if looking at something with them would cause the thing to burn.~</font>

<u>Locke Foresthide</u>
<font color=indianred>~He returned the glare, his dark brown eyes becoming twice as convincingly angry as Li's. But he said nothing. Unless he wanted to be killed, it was best not to anger Li. Normally the lythari was in good humor and rather comic, but lately he had become a wretched ancient ass-hole.~</font>

<u>Chani Ravenwood</u>
<font color=seagreen>~She watches silently as the two stared eachother down. A frightened shiver ran down her spine. She'd never seen either of them so furious. Why does Li want Locke to stay away from me? Of all people why Locke?! She watched both of them, not daring to say a word. Li's pale skin held a silver glow underneath the influence of the dark clouds. His neatly combed silver hair blew on soft cool breezes. His green eyes were seething apparent hatred. Hatred! Arrakis and Locke were always Li's favorites! What the hell could have changed between then and now? Li's tall frame seemed mountanous and casted a great long shadow over the ground. A most forboding sight was he. Locke was none the less. Locke was even taller than Li, and due to the old age of his mentor, nearly twice as fit. Locke's abyssal dark eyes locked with Li's. I'm waiting for an explosion between those eyes! Finally she could take it no more, and stepped between the two, raising a palm to each.~ "Stop it!"</font>

<u>Locke Foresthide</u>
<font color=indianred>~He looked at Chani momentarily and his gaze softened. He nodded his head with a grunt and stepped back. He looked at Li under his friend's restraint.~ "You can't just hide her away and hope nothing happens! She's not a child anymore! She has a life and we have no right to interfere!"</font>

(ooc: Packers won! YAY!!!! :D )

<u>Quabola Wolfrun</u>
<font color=teal>~His glare grew even harsher and his features seemed to be made of jagged cut stone.~ "Noble as your intentions may be it is not your position to cast judgement Mister Foresthide. You've proved unworthy in the ways of wisdom. Now. Go home."</font>

<u>Chani Ravenwood</u>
<font color=seagreen>~She watched as Locke turned away, listening to dark mutterings she could not quite make out. She looked to Li, disbelief, anger, confusion, and tears all clouding her vision and features.~ "LI! What the HELL is going on?!"</font>

<u>Quabola Wolfrun</u>
<font color=teal>~He shook his head solemnly, the normal calm features residing.~ "It is not for me to say." ~He then turned and walked away.~</font>

<u>The Ghost Of Cyrus Nightblade</u>
<font color=black>"Some help he is, eh?"<font color=seagreen> "Tell me about it..."</font> ~Chani leaped around in surprise and he smiled.~ "Don't worry, their problems don't really concern you. All I can say is not to fear disobeying Li. He needs to see that you have grown." ~He smiled proudly at his daughter.~ "And you have indeed." ~He sighed, looking at the ground.~ "If you need me... Us... We'll find you. Trust me." ~With a final thin smile his ghostly form dissapeared.~</font>

OOC>>> Are we supposed to be doing anything else, Spree??

Anyway, while we're waiting... here's a little entertainment for ya'll... ahem...

<font color="white">Deiter, Deiter, where art thou
If you read this, please post now
You are really sorely missed
'specially by Spree, whom you kissed

Mellow, helpful, friendly one
Without you, Spree's quest can't be done
So hurry, Deiter, hurry here
We're all waiting for you, dear!!!</font>

~ Waiting for thunderous applause... ahem... ~ :D [img]graemlins/hehe.gif[/img]

ooc: :D LOL ~Thunderous Applause~ Sorry I've kinda been slacking today, there was a Packer game. ;)

I was reading through some old one-eyed wolf threads... Ah the days when kisses and pop-tarts were plenty... I miss those times! I could never replace a Deiter though. ~Sighs~

Welp... Guess I'll see ya'll tommorow. Maybe the roads'll ice over and they'll cancel school. That'd just be lame if we had the worst snow/ice storm in 30 years and school dosen't even get canceled.

Night Ya'll!

<font color="white">Tale of the One-Eyed Wolf</font>

<font color="lightblue">Part One</font>

<font color="gold">Rest'raunt opened off'ring food
There in Athklata it stood
Banding Aerie-hating ones
Cracking many hurtful puns

<font color="cyan">A.L.S.B. came to fight
Shedding unto darkness light
Furious combat taking place
Drifting off to forest maze</font>

Loner lady passes by
Rest'raunt silent; wonders why
Hostage taken, tension piles
Time to think of winning wiles

<font color="cyan">Half-elf enters, striking foe
Suffers damage, blow by blow
Blazing fire engulfs room
Lady knows she's facing doom</font>

Casts last spell to free half-elf
Then is imprisoned herself
Haunts Waverider ev'rywhere
Fin'lly released from his lair

<font color="cyan">Injured elf needs urgent aid
Favour owed is now repaid
Pensive ranger wielding blades
Meets two half-elves 'pon some glades</font>

Forming an unlikely band
Finding aim in foreign land
Lady bumps into them now
Seek hist'ry she must somehow</font>

<font color="cyan">Names revealed to one and all
Bricks are knocked off from the wall
Waiting for the brand new day
What future holds, none can say...</font>

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<font color="white">Tale of the One-Eyed Wolf</font>

<font color="lightblue">Part Two</font>

<font color="gold">Friendly duel reminds of past
Peaceful moment does not last
Mistral storms off in blind rage
Envious is the kensai-mage

<font color="cyan">Kidnapped Mistral leaves some clues
Sticks knife in one of her shoes
Caught and scarred by enemy
Hauled to sea-elven city</font>

Larry's search yields cloth and ring
Justice to foes he must bring
Three friends off on worthy quest
Sea-faring skills put to test

<font color="cyan">Meldrin demands green Brightblade
Mistral's held till ransom's paid
Secret of blades comes to light
Meldrin dies in epic fight</font>

Magi pledged as sworn sisters
Home is found for two drifters
Friends, too, are their familiars
Kiss exchanged in hallway sears

<font color="cyan">Lack of response worries her
Flees away bearing Shatter
Siblings fight, one falls to death
Spree saves Deiter from last breath</font></font>

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<font color="white">Tale of One-Eyed Wolf</font>

<font color="lightblue">Part Three</font>

<font color="gold">House of Freelight now Mistral's
Passion overcomes denials
Saving Larry from his doom
Learns of Kaz's illness with gloom

<font color="cyan">Rushing back to care for her
Faints from fatigue and hunger
Temple seeks an artifact
Larry, Mistral reconnect</font>

Meeting half-elves once again
Comfort level starts to drain
Upset Mistral stands aloof
Weary others seek a roof

<font color="cyan">Kaz aids Neb from being killed
Seph's entrance is just as willed
Maverick appears, thick'ning plot
Larry hunts on, much distraught.</font>

While they're drinking, having fun
Search for Kaz has now begun
Brawl breaks out when bill's unpaid
Larry and Seph now waylaid

<font color="cyan">Larry dragged away by guards
Mistral plays her winning cards
Lovers make up; all is well
Next day arrives, bringing hell</font>

Leading Kaz, Maverick appears
Nightblade's hum he swiftly hears
Showdown ends in mortal foes
Burning inn across drowns woes

<font color="cyan">Hero's welcome is received
Over hawk's death Mistral grieved
House of Freelight her refuge
In sorrow does she deluge</font>

Demon haunts Kaz; gives no peace
Now she seeks complete release
Seph and Neb join her on quest
Kaz eludes while they're at rest

<font color="cyan">Finding fam'ly home at last
Fin'lly acquainted with past
Tries to end her life that day
Asked by Seph and Neb to stay</font>

Compromised, virtue suspect
Mistral's loss is now a fact
Larry learns of Mistral's plight
Sets off, prepared for a fight

<font color="cyan">One-Eyed Wolf tavern set up
Place to drink, rest, chat and sup
Fiend and plot are soon exposed
At the apt time, he proposed</font></font>

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OOC>>>Holy freaking heck!
That was fun to read! You put alot of work into that, I am sure, and I look forward to the rest!
This little epic of the OEW has become tremendous!
We may soon appear as a blockbuster motion picture!

ooc: ~Groans~ I have a most terrible stomach ache... Nice poem though Mistral!

As for block-buster Larry...

It may be a tale worthy of a bard,
But the epic quest would be quite hard,
To complete without his soul,
As he plays a leading role,
To continue without would be forbade,
I couldn't do it without my Leafblade.

Oh... My tummy hurts... This is not good... I've got a mortal fear of puking.