<font color="skyblue">THE MOUNTAIN

~She stares into the gem, and swirling mists of colors can be seen. Soon it clears, and shows a little girl on the side of a mountain........she moves a rock and......~"NOOOOOOOOOOO............"She falls to her knees, still gripping the sword.....She slowly shakes her head back and forth, not believing what she is seeing, but finally with a sigh of resignation, she looks to the sky and whispers, "am FAY'RE a' sgaoileadh! Am nas deireannaiche na h-othaile deon an drasda tachair........Ach cno car airson greis.......Am FAY'RE na h-iomagainean, an siud dochas!!!!"........<font color="yellow">(translation: The Fay're is loose! The last confrontation will now happen....But not now, not for awhile........The Fay're is distracted...There is HOPE!!!!!)</font> She smiles with hope now, where fear would have been but a mere three days ago..........she stands and waits for Cyril.............her eyes glowing softly watching him.........</font>

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The urgency in her voice awakens him. Instinctively his hand reaches for the axe and he smiles in spite of himself at his disorientation at not finding it. “Sof’ya,” he says turning in the direction of her movement. His voice still heavy with the speech of the ancient dialect, he stops speaking incapable for the moment of uttering a syllable in the common tongue of these lands. He moves with a calm swiftness to dress and equip himself attentive to the stirrings of the wind as he does so. Certain that the threat she perceives is nowhere close at hand he turns to her in time to see the vestiges of a relieved smile on her face. Her movements and breathing have told him much, and a wind is gathering around him, but he will wait for her to speak .....

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Neb gets to his feet and picks up his blade, then sheathes it. He looks around, his body feeling lighter, stronger, his mind filled once more with energy and no sign of the psychic fatigue he'd felt not long ago.

Then he remembers.... Vengeance.... He prepares to leave the Tavern in search of Cyril and KayLisa.

<font color="skyblue"> She releases the sword, and carefully sheaths it, and starts grabbing her clothes. As she dresses, she keeps silent, gathering her thoughts and watching Cyril watch her dress. She can't keep the hint of a smile from her lips, and her eyes start glowing a brilliant purple. ~no time for that now, keep your mind to the task ~ She laughs quietly to herself.

As she pulls on her boots, she looks up at him and grins. "Did you sleep well? " She finishes, and stands up, strapping on her sword, belt, and various weapons that had remained unseen till now. She lifts her staff, and lays it against her as she starts to pull on her gloves. She hesitates, then runs one hand down his cheek. She kisses him lightly, then dons the glove. "I wanted to touch you once more without the feel of these gloves."

Her demeanor changes slightly, and she looks at him. "Shadowhound and Maria are in trouble. And a child has found one of the ley's to the curse. I will explain the rest on the way back, but know this.....Our curses are now tied together, and know of each other. The pattern has changed, and I can't foresee what will become of this, but I now have hope.............". She takes his hand, and smiles at him...................</font>

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<font color="lime">"Free.........................."the word
floats along the wind, turning into thousands of whispers.........~The Fay're looks south, towards the town, then East to the forest....
"It is time.................."

~She raises a hand, and a shimmering wall of air forms in front of her. She grins evilly, and steps thru, disappearing to ............. return, soon...very soon now that she is free..................~</font>

Neb steps out of the door, the Valkyrie in his hand and vengeance in his mind, he surrenders himself to the Dead Wind and lets it guide him to KayLisa.

ooc: Neb -- sent you another PM -- the Dead Wind will most likely seek to send you elsewhere ....

I have to dash off to meetings so I probably won't be back online until after you've gone to sleep.

Neb could feel the wind sending him elsewhere than KayLisa's location however, he didn't mind, he would spread death for his new master, and look forward to his vengeance....

He headed away from the Tavern, striding across the land quickly, his own psionic powers warping distances and the Wind which suffused his body granting him great strength and stamina.

Within a few hours he found himself on a hill overlooking a small town, a voice in his head urged him to go down there, he could see children at play and adults working, an evil grin spread across his face as he walked down the hill towards them.

“Sof .... Kay .... Lis .... ya,” his tongue stumbles over her name as the syllables of common reimpose themselves in his speaking. He smiles at her laugh, but his eyes grow quickly serious. “That the patterns have changed is very much in our favor,” he says, “That which stands against us must learn to adapt even as we must ..... and that is not the easiest of things to do for that which is ancient and proud.” He pauses again, his hand turning her face that he might see her eyes. “But, make no mistake,” he says, “it is not our curses that are intertwined, but our lives, and our lives are much more than the sum of our curses.” He kisses her gently beside the rune on her forehead and walks with her to the edge of the rocky point extending from the hilltop. The winds that had been so quietly enfolding them suddenly burst into gusting movement. He steps out into the embrace of the wind. His voice low and gentle he speaks to her again, “Surrender your movements – the wind will not be controlled – learn to feel the movements of the wind.” Still holding her hand, he moves so that she is at arm's length from him, and invites her to step out into the open sky.

<font color=silver>ooc: TAO -- She'll only be able to move a short while like this, but it's a start. The trip will be long enough for KayLisa to fill Cyril in on what she knows, and will provide him a chance to see what information the winds will bear to him. Unless, your post indicates otherwise, the two of them will arrive on the roof of the tavern.</font>

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Shadowhound stumbles through the woods, "what the hell is going on in there? Help Help" then deciding that it would probably be smarter to be quiet he shuts up.