OOC>>>Good news! I beleive I have found a creature stat sheet that matches what I think you want the Devouring Wind to be! It is the perfect example of everything you have been describing! I have a power list, attack formation sheet, etc. It is wonderful! Hehe...now, if I could only learn the full history of the two sides...I might be of some real help!

<font color="silver">As all of this was happening, the wolves would not enter Cyril or KayLisa's mind, not wanting the (bad wind) to feel the connection.....

Now, tho, they tentatively reach out, sending small brief messages to both of them, checking to make sure they are alright........

to Protector - (warm wind) (the warmth of fire) (an image of him kneeling by the fire smiling)

to Fireeyes - (nuzzles) (running thru the warm grass) (an image of them circled around the fire)

They await responses, and as they do, they slowly make their way to the clearing wrinkling their noses at the smell left on the wind, and sit at the edge of the trees, waiting.......</font>

[ 03-26-2002, 10:47 AM: Message edited by: TAOWolf ]

<font color="lime">A slowly building growl is heard from the depths of the tower, then a sudden shock of power rolls thru the valley, uprooting trees, and knocking stones from the turrets of the old tower......

As the dust settles the Fay're emerges, holding something in her hands..........She walks to the hole of shimmering air, stepping through, and disappears.............</font>

<font color="red">Caillech glances up quickly and smiles, reaching down petting Dormarth again, "Oh, yes soon my pet, she shall come and release us........"</font>

ooc: Was not able to log on to the site all day Monday or Tuesday. :(

ic: <font color=white>THE TAVERN</font>

<font color=turquoise>Shortly after daybreak the workmen arrive. The rattling of their wagon drew the attention of Maria and Bartleby who meet them just outside the building.

“Ach! Such a small crew it is, and there be so much work to be doin’ about the place! Why ‘tis nearly half o’ me building that needs repairin’! All of that blowin’ and stormin’ and rainin’ and thunderin’ up and down and through me hallways! And the walls and me doors and me furniture! And ye be comin’ with only five workmen, lad???? Why for the love of whatever god has nothin’ to do with the weather, what were ye thinkin’?” His face red from having forgotten to breathe, Bartleby stomps his foot and exhales loudly.

Laughing softly Maria places a hand on the tavern owner’s shoulder. “Ach!” she says, gently mocking his bluster, “sure’n ye be quick to assume things before even seein’ the lads work!” Winking at the builder, she speaks again in her normal voice, “Besides, I’m sure the rest of the crew are still gathering supplies in town and these men simply wanted to get an early start on the work.”

“Errr, yes,” the builder replies, “The others’ll be along ......” Swiftly changing the subject, he turns to Bartleby and asks, “And where, sir, would you like us to begin.”

“Where to begin, indeed, lad! Ye can start by fitting me building out with a proper front door!”</font>

[ 03-27-2002, 10:42 AM: Message edited by: Cyril Darkcloud ]

<font color=lightseagreen>It is a terrible thing to feel hunted by the wind, especially so if one is accustomed to living out of doors. Cyril looks gently at her. If he had not already sufficient reason to seek the Devourer’s destruction, the hauntedness within her eyes would be enough. He moves for a moment behind her and out of her eyesight. Looking skyward he prays a silent oath to the Great Tented One. He looks again to KayLisa and removes the cloud shaped clasp from his cloak. Moving beside her, he kneels and places it in her hands. “It is but small protection, Liath Madadh-allaidh, I know,” he smiles. “Still, it is yours to use as you need until that day when the winds shall speak to you of nothing but freedom.” He closes her hands around the clasp and rises to his feet his hand brushing her cheek as he does so.

He feels a tentative probing near the surface of his thoughts and instinctively moves to confront it. Recognizing the touch of the wolves, he pulls his defenses up short and wasting no time in greetings simply thinks the image of the open space in front of KayLisa and asks, What are you waiting for?</font>

<font color=linen>ooc: TAO - Cyril can easily see to the tavern if need be. Assuming KayLisa accepts the clasp, you can also assume he has shown her the way in which its protection is activated.</font>

[ 03-27-2002, 11:55 AM: Message edited by: Cyril Darkcloud ]

<font color="skyblue">She holds the clasp tightly, and looks at her hands, trying to shake off the Ill effects of the Wind and her thoughts.

She looks up, feeling the wolves messages and smiles, her whole face lighting up, and tucking the clasp in her hand, holds out her arms to the forest, inviting the wolves to her......

She glances up at Cyril and winks, a part of her old self coming back now......</font>

<font color="lime">The Fay're moves along the Ley Lines heading South with the t'angreal she has found and recovered from the Mage's Tower...

An evil laugh echoes through the ways, causing many creatures to run and hide.....</font>

<font color="silver">The wolves gladly bound out of the trees, and sit in a semi-circle around KayLisa, licking her knees and face, each getting their turn, then turning and rubbing against Cyril's leg and laying down around the fire...

Star sits next to Cyril, and looks up at him with an almost human grin on her muzzle..</font>

[ 03-27-2002, 07:45 PM: Message edited by: TAOWolf ]

<font color=white>THE MOUNTAIN</font>

<font color=salmon>The sun burns high in the blue skies of early fall and the first crisp traces of winter’s breathing are in the air, but this lonely hilltop knows only the stale gray dampness of a fog that allows no light to enter and no life to the enclosed air. There is air that moves beneath the fog, however, a stale and hungry air that savors the lingering taste of newly awakened fear.</font>

<font color=silver>O yes! Yes, woman, we shall have to continue this most wonderful conversation. A pity we were so brazenly interrupted. Perhaps, I shall simply have to speak more forcefully next time ..... Yes, perhaps I shall ......

But there is much to be done if that brazen fool is to be broken. Yes, and there are things which he must not find ...... hmmmm! How shall I....? Yes, of course, my herald who walks so wonderfully well within the minds of others, I shall send him to that place ...... O! Yes! That shall do nicely ......</font>

<font color=plum>Neb: You begin to feel the Dead Wind whispering about a task of some urgency and a journey to desolate and forested hills in the Northwest.</font>

[ 03-27-2002, 02:14 PM: Message edited by: Cyril Darkcloud ]

Neb sits crouched below a tree, enveloped in his madness.... When the Wind speaks to him. It has been some time since it has last commanded him, and so it's cold touch is slightly unfamiliar to his mind, the deepest reaches of his mind struggle to be free, then surrender, then obey.

He must travel northwest, he picks up his blade and moves, swiftly, stealthily, bending time with his powers to accelerate his travel.... During his travelling the wind whispers to him, tells him of what he must do when he arrives....