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(ooc: AH! The light! OK... I only have until 6 o'clock to be here. I now get two hours of internet on Saturdays. :( But you all ran away didn't you... Ah, my fair cult has been torn asunder. [img]graemlins/crying.gif[/img] COME BACK!! ~sniff~ Anybody home? I'm afraid to post in character.)

OOC>>>I am always here...but staying busy.
<center>An update on things ...</center>[*]Deiter...Presumed dead.[*]Kaz...Real life woes and will not be around.[*]Neb and Sephi...Always here.[*]Mistral and Larry...Won an island from a lich and living in a paradisacal enviroment. ;)

(ooc: ;) Larry, I could kiss you, but I'm afraid I'd catch something. I sent an e-mail to your home address.)

(ooc: Well... Fare thee well ya'll... See ya next week. [img]smile.gif[/img] I hope. Midget should be in this week. Bye.)

OOC>>> I am here! It is 1.50 am at my side :eek: I need to go to bed soon... but I just can't seem to, there's just so much to catch up on from 3.5 days of disappearance :D

I will be waiting for things to pick up and post accordingly (not much live action except on weekends, I'm afraid). My poor character has been tormented by her past all this while... I had to give her some aspirin ;)

(OOC: Just a bump, lest this RP be forgotten.....)

OOC>>> No worries, Neb. I will never forget this RPG. We've had wonderful and terrific experiences, and this is by far my favourite RPG. It's home ;) ... besides, where else do I get such a wonderful cyber-hubby and indulge in dramatics?! :D

Spree - Are you able to choose which 2 hours you can play on weekends?? I will only be able to log on after board time 8pm this Friday, Saturday and Sunday. Btw, if you ever had any doubts about it... I miss ya. Keep your spirits up, girl! [img]graemlins/thumbsup.gif[/img]

Summary of events at the last thread The One-Eyed Wolf - Links to Ravenwood

Group 1: Larry and Mistral

 After Mistral's return from her ancestral home, she sent Isabeau with a message to the One-Eyed Wolf tavern where Larry had been helping out and earning his keep. They met at the Temple of Mystra, where she revealed her suspicions that her father had been murdered by friends of Spree's and her indecision over whether to avenge his death. Deeply troubled, the couple decided to take a break and go in search for adventure with Isabeau and Chaos, their trusty companions...

At another tavern, they heard of a paradise island rumoured to be filled with treasures, but also haunted by undead creatures. Undaunted, they decided to embark on the trip and made it there despite Mistral's worsening nightmares. As they explored the area, they discovered that the island was owned by a lich, which imprisoned Isabeau and Chaos and demanded that Larry and Mistral obtain the blood of a black dragon for itself. In addition to the release of Isabeau and Chaos, the lich also promised to give the couple the island in return for the favour, as long as no other trespassers arrived to harass it.

During the rather spirited fight with the black dragon, Mistral polymorphed it into an orange squirrel and drew blood from it. But the couple then released it into the words, in the knowledge that the polymorph spell was permanent until dispelled by a mage of higher level than Mistral.

Group 2: Neb and Kaz

Back at the One-Eyed Wolf tavern, Kaz had decided to visit her family home and asked if Neb would wish to go along. This, he gladly did. After some travelling, they arrived at the cottage in which Kaz's parents had stayed and Kaz came across what appeared to be her mother Elansa's diary. The contents of this book were vague, but the word Ravenwood started Kaz wondering if her past was also linked to Spree's. Neb and herself agreed that returning to the tavern might yield some helpful answers from Spree.

Thus, they set off together for Athklata once more...

Group 3: Sephi and Jaclyn

Sephi and Jaclyn had remained in the One-Eyed Wolf tavern all this while, waiting for the journey to Ravenwood. However, it appeared that their guide, Spree (called Chani Ravenwood exclusively by Deiter) seemed to be in a coma. Deiter, on the other hand, alternated between taking care of her and drifting in and out of sleep.

OOC>>> To Spree and the others:

My Internet connections at home are really pathetic. (I've to reboot my PC about 15 times on average on off-peak hours, and can't even get in during peak ones) And I'll be at home completely over the next 2 days :( It'll be a miracle if I can even get into the Online RPG main page, so there's a very low chance of me posting in any of the threads.

Please don't wait for Larry and me to post; he's having PC problems, too. You can drag our characters along, if the adventure takes off.

I'll keep trying get in, but I fear that my PC will crash if I try too hard :eek: [img]graemlins/crying.gif[/img] Keep your fingers crossed for me...

ooc: Ah!!!! I'm back! Now get six hours on weekends. 3 hours Saturday, 3 hours Sunday, all in the morning generally between 9 and noon. Ack though. Good to see you you Mistral! Larry, I got your e-mail, good to hear. I've got exams this week, which, no doubt is another reason that holds back Deiter. By the way, I've worked up a little theory...
1) Deiter got bad grade on something.
2) Parents get agitated.
3) Deiter gets another bad grade in same subject.
4) Parents combust.
5) There was recently a hurricane running by Ohio and they had to board up all the windows and doors from the outside, with a broken arm Deiter can't make the door budge and he has no access to power tools.
6) The bills don't get paid so the power goes out and he can't get on the computer, hence, his sudden dissapearance.
7) Eventually, all stores of food in the house are depleted and Deiter is forced to resort to canibilism, eating all his siblings. His cast proves useful in clubbing them into submission.
8) An eviction notice is placed on the house.
9) People get curious as to why nobody is leaving the house.
10) The police and fire departments are still working on damage from the hurricane.
11) Guy with a bulldozer rams the front of the house down.
12) Major news crews arive.
13) Police arive.
14) They find Deiter bathed in blood, chewing on his cast. The police were going to arrest him, but decided that he was mentally ill when he started to shout "RAVENWOOD!" repetitavely.
15) The reporters, dissapointed, return home.
16) Deiter is currently stationed in an asylum. He is calm, because he's posotive Irenicus will come, and this time Yoshimo will help him.

You'll see! You'll see! ~insane laughter~ Just you wait! ~Turns to Larry~ I'll get you my pretty! And your little wolf too! MWAHAHAHAHAHA!

(OOC: I think Spree's theory is correct [img]tongue.gif[/img] good to hear we'll be seeing you around a bit more, has anyone tried emailing Deiter to ask why he isn't around?)

OOC>>> I am here! (For as long as this darn server will let me stay... usually after 1 post, my Netscape hangs and then I've to reboot about 5 more times before I reach the Online RPG main page :( This is really the pits [img]graemlins/crying.gif[/img]

I did try to PM Deiter much earlier, to ask him if he wanted to join our Arcania's Fall game. But he never replied... gosh, it's going to be close to a month since we last saw him here in IW :eek: I do hope it's just his studies keeping him away and nothing else...

Spree - What do you propose to do now?? Wait till Deiter is back or proceed with the adventure? You have only to say the word; we're all waiting for your call :D

(ooc: OK. Time to go in character. I've come up with a little something that will work perfectly EVEN in Deiter's absence. It will work around everybody, because nobody knows the way to Ravenwood but me. Once Deiter is back, I'll send Maverick to retrieve you all. OK? Hold on to your butts, this is gonna be a LONG post. :D I've got a lot of people to play.)

Maverick Shadowfall
~He stepped cautiously, so as to avoid the green warders so humbly beset by the mage family of Ravenwood, the Cloak-Thoughts. He made it through the arch without trouble, and exhaled in obvious relief. Upon entering the town he grimaced. The village seemed dead. He couldn't see a single soul on the streets. Suddenly, a voice from the side.~

Robyn Barksong

"Ricky!!" ~The red-headed girl took bounds toward Maverick. She was only about 7 years of age. Her eyes were a shining caramel, and dark freckles danced along her sunned cheeks. She was a small girl, petite, not unlike her older sister. She only measured up to Maverick's waist. She clung to as high a ground as she could and danced excitadely, her pig-tails bobbing.~ "I haven't seen you in forever!"

Maverick Shadowfall
~He forgot the urgency of his task for a split second. A broad smile grew across his recently grim face. He tried in vain to detatch the little girl from his leg. He laughed openly.~ "I would hardly call five years forever. I'm surprised you even remember me." ~He laughed more severely.~ "Last time I saw you you could barely reach my knee!" ~His head snapped up, alert, there were foot-steps from behind. He felt a bit foolish for being edgy in his home, but the polished nerves of a thief would never leave him.~

Faline Barksong
~She turned the corner with a sigh of relief.~ "There you are Robyn! Thank you Gael, I don't know what I'd do..." ~She gasped as the form turned around.~ "You aren't Gael."

Maverick Shadowfall
~He forced a thin smile.~ "No. But I suppose I look somewhat like him from behind now." ~He ran a hand through his mane.~ "I haven't had a decent hair cut in two monthes, I'll give you that." ~He inhaled sharply as she began to inquire.~

Robyn Barksong
~She stamped her foot defiantly.~ "It's Ricky! It's really him Fawi!" ~She pointed up to his face.~ "See the scar! Nobody else has one of those!" 

Faline Barksong
~She shook her head, the red braid flowing along with it. Her catlike eyes looked confused, and she looked at Maverick questionably.~ "I've no doubt it's you Shadowfall, the question is what in the nine hells are you doing here."

Maverick Shadowfall
~He remembered the urgency of his task, and his black eyes showed a snap back into reality. His face returned to concern.~ "I have to find Arrakis." ~He looked at her anxiously, it looked as if he were going to be sick.~ "There's no time to explain!"

Faline Barksong
~She stammered. It felt as if there was something lodged in her throat. She swallowed.~ "He went out with Locke... A... A hunt. I don't know where." ~She stood worried, she couldn't recall seeing Maverick like this... Not since the moon bled! What could possibly be wrong?~

Maverick Shadowfall
~He cursed beneath his breath. He looked again to the small woman.~ "Would Li know where they are?" ~His tone heald a growl of haste.~

Faline Barksong
~She shook her head hurridly, yellow tainted eyes looking to the ground.~ "He's been too busy with Shaw." ~She spoke quickly, obviously Maverick's anxiety was contagous.~ "I..." ~She threw her hands in exasperation.~ "I don't know!"

Robyn Barksong
~She jumped up, refusing to be ignored.~ "I know where they went!" ~She smiled inside as the pair of heads snapped in her direction.~ "Locke said they were going North from the winding mile! Towards the graveyard!" ~She bathed in her spotlight, beaming with pride.

Maverick Shadowfall
~A quick grin spread across his face.~ "Atta girl Robyn. I always knew you'd be smarter than your sister." ~He ruffled the girl's hair, then started to run toward the Eastern gate.~

Elsewhere...

Arrakis Ravenwood
~The archer walked at a steady clip beside his age-old friend. They laughed, following the woodland trail in a good mood. Slung over his back was his prized black bow, as well as a bulging sack containing the days' kill. He seemed untouchably happy as he walked along, his blue eyes dancing. His face was chained into a broad smile, the scar running across his right eye flowing with the contortion of muscle until in was almost un-noticable. His joy was suddenly cut short and the expression turned to severe pain, his bow and bag falling to the ground. He slowly lowered to his knees.~

Locke Foresthide
~He turned around agiley as his friend fell, a look of shock on his face. His voice sounded jaggedly, as if he had no thought out words but a million things to say.~ "Arrakis?! Are you all right?" ~He lay down his own supplies and rushed to his friend's side.~ "What's wrong? What hurts?"

Arrakis Ravenwood
~He looked up at his friend, pained. He drew his hand away from his collarbone. Blood. Blood on his fingertips. The red scythe so dangerously close to his throat was acting up for only the third time in his life. He winced, a bead of sweat rolling down his face.~ "Something's coming Locke. Something big." ~He gasped for air, it felt as if there was a snake wrapped around his neck. A constrict forbidding his lungs to expand.~

Locke Foresthide
~He looked around hurridly. They were only a few strides from the Eastern gate. It's in the town, whatever it is. He looked down at his friend, knowing there was nothing he could do to help but keep watch. He winced impatiently, hating the fact that there was nothing he could do to aid his friend. He hissed the adapted curse word of Northerners and rangers alike.~ "Leucrotta."

Maverick Shadowfall
~He made his way to the Eastern gate quickly, and upon entering the woods he gasped at Arrakis' fallen form. He stood in terror, knowing well the bout of a scythe could kill the heir of Ravenwood.~ "Wha..."

Locke Foresthide
~His voice came out in a ferocious roar.~ "SHADOWFALL! You're killing him!" ~His eyes averted to Arrakis, experiencing another spasm of pain. The dark abyssal brown that were his eyes glared at Maverick.~ "Tell him what's wrong!" ~He yelled even louder as Maverick stood in fear.~ "DO IT YOU FILTHY BASTARD!"

Maverick Shadowfall
~His first instinct was to throw a blade at Locke's head, but he knew the only way to save Arrakis was to name the cause of his trouble. He spoke out, quivering.~ "Arrakis! Chani's in trouble, there's a cry a vengeance through the light! They'll kill her if you don't go to Athkatla before the moon is new!"

Arrakis Ravenwood
~The pain stopped suddenly, only a dull throb remained, beating like a second heart. He could hear the blood pulsing through his veins. He took a deep breath. Air... He let what Maverick had said sink in. He began to get unsteadily to his feet.~

Locke Foresthide
~He supported his previously pained friend and looked over at Maverick momentarily venomous. Satisfied that Arrakis was steady, he picked up a double load of bows and beasts. He looked at Maverick again.~ "If Chani's in trouble, then this is the village's concern. It shouldn't be rested upon the shoulder's of a wounded man." ~He straightened, awaiting a reply.~

Maverick Shadowfall
~His black eyes again looked worried.~ "The fighting society knows too much. We could send and army and be slaughtered and late. There's sure to be a snake in her bed without regret."

Locke Foresthide
~He continued his argument.~ "If this child of the light is so bent, then send somebody who did not extract Ravenwood's revenge!"

Maverick Shadowfall
~He shook his head feverishly.~ "They know too much in one sense, too little in another. A wood-elf in Athkatla is suicide right now." ~He turned his gaze to Arrakis.~ "He must go."

Arrakis Ravenwood
~He took his bow from Locke's back and set off at a steady march.~ "Maverick, inform the lythari. Locke, announce the Fox's Den." ~He gave one last steel-set glance to his friends.~ "I'm going to Amn." ~He jogged off in the direction of Ravenwood's homes.~

Locke Foresthide
~He looked over at Maverick and sighed.~ "He's going to get himself killed this time." ~He gave a look to Maverick.~ "Don't bother going to Li. I tell Oriel and every bird in Faerun will know. Li'll get the news." ~He exhaled deeply.~ "He's going to get himself killed this time."

Maverick Shadowfall
~He nodded wearily, and realised at last how tired he was. He dragged his feet into the village, in the direction of his home. The house of Shadowfall which haden't heard footfalls in over 5 years.~

Arrakis Ravenwood
~All he'd needed to grab was his trusted short sword. Everything else he'd ever need was already on him. He grimaced, then ran to the back pasture to retrieve his skewbald horse. The brown and white beast didn't protest, and they were soon out of Ravenwood. Ravenwood's horses had uncanny stamina, and he had no doubt 'Cacao' could run the breadth of Faerun without stopping. The question being would he, Arrakis make the trip, and could they make it back?~

Locke Foresthide
~He entered the tavern and mustered his zeal. Here we go. He walked over to Barder Thornside, owner of the tavern.~ "Eh Barder... I've got a favor to ask." ~He looked around. The entire village, spare Li and Shaw was there.~

Barder Thornside
~The wood-elf looked over curiously. He was a slight man, even perhaps scrawny. His head was graced by tousled blonde hair, his eyes an odd vivacous hazel accompanied by streaks of charasmatic sage. His ears were decidadely too long, and his overall countenance was somewhat impish. This didn't dounse his spirits, as being an orphan from birth haden't. Nobody knew his parentage, and frankly nobody cared. He didn't, why should anybody else? The bard now looked at Locke curiously.~ "What's your trouble friend?"

Locke Foresthide
~He whispered.~ "I need to make an announcement, and you've got the entire damn village in here. Need I say more?"

Barder Thornside
~He shrugged.~ "Go for it."

Locke Foresthide
~He stepped up onto the stage and cleared his throat.~ "Attention!" ~The tavern grew taciturn. He flinched for a moment, but remembered his cause.~ "The return of Maverick Shadowfall has brought some grim news that pertains to all of you." ~The tavern flew into a bout of ferocious laughter. Everybody knew Maverick was dead.~

Maverick Shadowfall
~He stepped tactfully into the tavern. He looked around as silence, whispers, and gasps erupted.~ "Hardly a time to be telling jokes Foresthide. I'm ashamed."

Locke Foresthide
~He regained his stature.~ "Er... As I was saying. It appears that there has been a threat to Chani Ravenwood's life by an apparent child of the light. Maverick has been so kind as to relay this information to us. It appears the daughter of Freelight was closely incorperated into Killing Spree's journeys and now a thought of revenge has been aroused by the fighting society. With this news, the heir of Ravenwood is now flying across the country to rescue her. I suggest you continue your lives, but anticipate the need to protect. We were all shot in the heart by the Bleeding Moon, let us not shoot ourselves in the foot by not complying." ~He looked into the crowd and pointed to a girl of long black hair and worried green eyes.~ "Miss Oriel Ferncreek, if you would be so kind as to tell one of your birds the news and have such sent to Li..." ~The door of the tavern opened and his speech stopped. His jaw clamped and his hand reached instinctively for his sword.~

Oriel Ferncreek
~She forced a thin teary smile.~ "I think it's a bit late for that Locke. Thrasher's have been getting pretty sneaky on me."

Quabola Wolfrun
~The lythari walked into the building and everyone inside grew utterly silent. This was Li. Beloved, but respected to the extent of godhood. Li had been around as long as five-hundred years, nobody could question his authority. His tall frame sweeped into the tavern, silver hair tied back. Lythari were elven were-wolves, known for being beautiful and otherworldly, Li was no exception. The portrayal of his youth was caught in his shining green eyes, brighter than emeralds or herbs. He truly didn't look old, being so athletic a ranger as he was, taking on apprentices had obviously kept him fit. His voice was almost saddening.~ "I wish to help. I will inform the wolves." ~His form began to change, to contort. Fur sprouted, limbs changed, new parts formed from thin air. One would think it a greusome process, but rather it was awe-inspiring, inexplicable. Soon a wolf with silky silver-dappled fur stood in his place, the intellegent green eyes remained. He spoke out in wood elven.~ ^Don't forget the bleeding moon. There is cause for revenge.^ ~He strode out the door and to the edge of the woods, sitting on his haunches and letting a low, mournful howl.~

[i]

Mistral has a vision of Li changing to a wolf and his words fill her head: Don't forget the bleeding moon.
Chaos will suddenly stop where he is and start whimpering and howling frantically, trying to tell his masters something. For a split second only his eyes will flash from brown to Li's bright green.
Larry will be un-affected

(ooc:Bye ya'll! :D I spent my whole time typing that!)

(OOC: By Helm! That's one hell of a huge post Spree! Amazingly huge......)

(OOC: I'll say... :eek: )

Mistral

The tall figure stands firmly at his chosen spot, in every way dignified. She watches it, silently, not daring to speak or move. Her familiar hovering beside her. ~ Easy now, Isabeau. Let's watch what happens first. We don't want to make a wrong move. ~ A nagging thought remains entrenched in her mind ~ What am I doing here? I don't know him... ~ And to worsen matters, Larry is not there. Somehow. ~ I must be in a dream... Larry would never leave me by myself, unless I asked him to. ~ Yet the subconscious thought can only do so much to appease her worried heart ~ Dream or not... I have to face this now. ~ She sighs inwardly ~ Well, at least Isabeau is with me.

On a second study of the figure, she realises that it is a man. The ponytail of silver hair had quite misled her at first. His emerald green eyes sparkle and the unlined face glows in the moonlight. Strangely, a word crosses her mind to describe it ~ Pearls. ~ It is ludicrous. The sense of danger is obvious, yet here she is, thinking of jewellery. She clenches her fists, trying to steady her thoughts ~ Concentrate, Mistral. You'll need all your wits you can gather. There's no telling what may happen next...

Before she can get further, the transformation begins. Her eyes dilate in horror as his athletic limbs begin to bulge further. Then his clothes fall off in some magical stunt and he bends forward, the arms and legs turn into magnificent limbs. Fur begins sprouting out all over his body, even as he lowers himself further, his front paws touching the damp ground. The green eyes remain, glittering even more brilliantly than before ~ Mystra help me! He... he's a wolf now! ~ She gapes at the scene, her mind refusing to process anything beyond her observations. But now conscious of the telepathic messages her hawk is sending to her.

Don't forget the bleeding moon... There is cause for revenge... I don't understand, Isabeau. What could he mean by this?! ~ Their mental conversation is rudely interrupted by a low, mournful howl...

In reality, her limbs twitch involuntarily and a frown appears on her pale face. Then she is awakened by a loud whimpering and howling. Her eyes fly open and a quick glance confirms that she is where she should be; on a bed in the cottage that Larry had constructed for their residence. Her attention fixed on Chaos, she watches him bound onto the bed frantically, all the while continuing to produce those jarring noises. As Larry stirs back to attentiveness rather groggily, her jaws drop.

"What is it?" ~ Her husband mutters, scratching his head and yawning.

"Didn't you see Chaos' eyes?"

"No..." ~ Larry begins to rub his own, then peers into his pup wolf's ~ "There! They're brown. Nothing special about 'em."

"You missed it!" ~ Her voice is taut with tension ~ "They were bright green for a split second..."

Larry

He stares at his wife doubtfully, but not wanting to hurt for feelings by an outright denial, he ventures ~ "Uh... well... what is the significance of that, supposing it were true?" ~ Hoping fervently that Mistral will not get offended for long.

Mistral

"You don't quite believe me, do you?" ~ She frowns a little, absently scratching the back of Chaos' ears now that he has settled down and simply sprawls on the bed, wagging his tail ~ "I swear by Mystra that I saw the change in the shade of these eyes..." ~ Turning to Chaos, she gazes into his brown eyes and murmurs ~ "You wouldn't happen to be able to repeat that stunt, would you?" ~ Seeing his puzzled expression, then a foolish grin, she sighs.

Larry

Seeing Mistral's slightly upset face, he leans over and places his muscular arm around her shoulders ~ "I'm sorry, dear. It's just that I find it so difficult to accept all this. I mean, look at the mutt..." ~ Before he gets further, the pup wolf springs into action, bolting for his master.

Larry gives a yell, instantly releasing his hold on his wife and hurriedly moving to the left so that she will not be hit as well ~ "Whoa!" 

Mistral

Not quite knowing whether to laugh or frown over this turn of events, she lapses into silence. Pensively considering the implications of the dream she has just had...

Larry

"Hey!... Get back...!" ~ He pushes Chaos back as much as he can, discovering how much the pup wolf has grown ~ "Gosh, you're getting heavy!" ~ He had known all this while that Chaos was becoming more and more useful as an adventuring companion, but this is the first time they are having an arm - paw, in Chao's case - wrestling match. Panting only slightly, Larry grins, knowing that he will easily emerge the victor. Yet Mistral is unhappy and he must console her at the earliest opportunity, before she relapses into one of her unfathomable mental distresses. Grunting, he yells ~ "Alright already! I take back my words! You're not a mutt! Satisfied?!"

The pup wolf instantly stops his act of protest and howls victoriously, unaware of the secret smirk of his master. Then he turns his head at the sound of fluttering wings. Panting excitedly, he beckons for Isabeau to join him on this new playground. The hawk swoops down from mid-air and lands on his back, perching on it majestically. Her beady eyes resting upon her mistress' troubled ones.

Larry's attention returns to his wife. She is now sitting there quietly, still looking disturbed. Climbing over to her, he puts his arms around her, giving her a gentle embrace. ~ "Sorry, Mistral. If you're willing to talk about it, I'm willing to listen." ~ His voice soft and cajolling.

Mistral

At his touch, she jolts back to reality. Then a smile finds its way onto her pale lips at the masculine and understanding tone of his voice. A voice she is sure she will never tire of listening to. Tilting her head backward, she plants a kiss on his cheek ~ "Thank you, darling." ~ Momentarily, the sense of foreboding is dispelled as he reaches to twirl the lock of hair he loves.

The next few minutes pass peacefully, both beholding each other's glittering eyes. Then she finally speaks up reluctantly ~ "Yes. I'll talk... it would be good to know your views on this."

And so, the couple arrange the pillows such that they stand vertically against the wall. Leaning back in a sitting position, they prepare for a long discourse on Mistral's concerns...

Mistral

She takes her time to arrange the images that had flashed across her mind, so that she can now relate them to Larry in a coherent way. Yet the pieces of the puzzle do not quite fit and her forehead wrinkles ~ "I'm afraid it might be a little confusing, Larry. I will try my best to describe my dream. But let me state upfront that I don't have this sorted out. Not yet, anyway." ~ She looks anxiously at him.

Larry

"It's alright, Mistral. We'll make do with what you can come up with." ~ He reaches out to squeeze her left hand reassuringly, only to find it icy to the touch ~ "Hey! Are you alright?"

Mistral

"Yes, yes. I am... really." ~ Not wanting to lose a moment now, she begins ~ "In my dream, I appeared in a building. It isn't one that I've seen or been inside before. Yet there was something about it which made it feel familiar. As if I had come across it at some previous event..." ~ Eyes now narrowing in concentration ~ "There were many elves. Wood-elves, I think." ~ Her voice becomes hushed as she hazards a guess ~ "Could it have been Ravenwood?" ~ And her heart begins to pound erratically ~ Or have my daytime musings crept into my dreams as well?

Larry

As he nods patiently at his wife, he perceives that she has drifted off somewhere again. Not knowing whether he will cause any harm by drawing her back to reality, he watches her countenance intently, ready to aid her if the need arises.

Mistral

At the ensuing silence, she realises that she has stopped her narration. Blushing guiltily, she hurriedly continues ~ "Then someone walked into the building. It was so quiet, I could hear my own breathing. The newcomer was tall and physically fit. I could tell by the awed silence that he was revered by all. As he took his assigned place, he stood there rooted to the spot, his green eyes sparkling like emeralds. His hair was silver and his skin..." ~ Here, her cheeks redden further ~ "... well... it reminded me of pearls." ~ She darts a glance towards Larry.

Larry

Surprised by Mistral's sudden blush, he wonders why she has anything to be embarassed about. He gives her an encouraging smile, and waits for her tale to unfold further.

Mistral

She returns the smile gratefully and heaves a sigh of relief. ~ "Before I could even blink an eye, he began to shapeshift... into a wolf! I guess he was a druid of some sort." ~ Here, the urgency arises and she turns to Larry, her hands suddenly gripping his tightly ~ "But the most important features were his eyes! They were bright green!" ~ And her voice rises accordingly in agitation ~ "Just like Chaos' did, a few moments ago!"

Her eyes now peer into her husband's imperatively ~ "Surely there must be some connection between my dream and what happened just now."

Larry

Larry takes his time to evaluate what his wife has recounted. All that comes into his mind is that this is certainly a coincidence - and that is assuming that Chaos' eyes had indeed turned bright green. Whether or not the two events are linked is up to anyone's speculation.

Helplessly, he replies as tenderly as he can ~ "I hear you, Mistral... but I don't know if there is necessarily a firm association between the dream and uh, Chaos' antics."

Mistral

She bites her lips, clenching her fists ~ I've no right to be angry with Larry... he's trying so hard to listen to me and understand what I'm trying to say... ~ Yet another annoyed voice is ranting in her other ear ~ Why can he not simply accept what you tell him? As a husband, he ought to! ~ The first voice replies calmly ~ Since when did married couples blindly take each other's words? There ought to be independent thought, and you are fortunate, Mistral, that you have a husband who can offer an alternative viewpoint.

The inner conflict would have gone on, but she silences it once and for all, her mind now concentrating on another matter.

"There's something else, Larry... the wolf spoke in my dream... Isabeau was in it as well, and interpreted the words for me." ~ The ominous feeling seems to be creeping back ~ "The first phrase was Don't forget the bleeding moon." ~ Straining to remember the second one ~ "The other was There is cause for revenge.."

Her eyes cloud significantly and she mutters to nobody in particular ~ "I wish I knew what he meant by those words."

OOC>>>
I have a large post that Killing Spree asked me to get on here for her, but it is on my home PC, so I have to wait until tonight.

OOC>>> Okay, I will be watching for it! [img]tongue.gif[/img]

In behalf of Killing Spree...

(ooc: ;) I swear on Deiter's head Neb, took me most of my 3 hours to type that. :D Oh and I counted all my elves. There are 79 of them. ~Eyes bug out of head~ OK... The saga continues...)

Quabola Wolfrun

~His mournful howl was complete, he looked sorrowfully to the sky. Oh my child... Why did you venture so far? He regained his footing and yipped for his apprentice. He motioned for the boy to follow as he padded back to the winding mile.~

Shaw Foresthide

~He stepped forward, his dark brown eyes averting worridly. He looked a lot like his older brother, Locke, but there was skeptic that he could be as accomplished as his sibling. There was even a rumor that Locke would be chosen for the lythari! But, it was none-the-less a rumor, Barder had a way with blowing those out of proportion. His head snapped quickly as growl came from Li's throat.~

Quabola Wolfrun

~As he walked, he shifted back to his elven form. Straightening his leather coat, he looked down at his young apprentice.~ "Concentrate Shaw. The events that your brother spoke of in the tavern are nothing of your concern. Hence, I kept you away." ~His pale skin glistened in the moonlight.~

Shaw Foresthide

~He nodded his head quickly. He looked up at Li's forboding form.~ "I'm only curious... Sir." ~His face looked worridly upward.~ "I want to know what's happening!"

Quabola Wolfrun

~A soft smile crept across his face. He looked down at the boy and ruffled his dark hair.~ "Curiousity killed the cat." ~He chuckled.~ "And unfortunately you don't have nine lives to spare."

Shaw Foresthide

~He sighed, his little shoulders heaving. He looked up at the moon momentarily. A contented smile crossed his face. I'll just ask the birds tommorow... Thrashers have been getting sneaky on Oriel.~

Meanwhile...

Arrakis Ravenwood

~Waterdeep, Baldur's Gate, Nashkel, Umar, they all passed in a flash. Maverick had been comparitavely hasty getting to Ravenwood within a week. With an elven beast Arrakis was in Athkatla within three days. He sighed, looking at his horse's heavy head.~ "I should have asked where in Athkatla Chani is." ~He heaved, walking across the cobbled streets.~ "Maybe we should just find a place to rest." ~Cacao suddenly reared up and he struggled to keep hold of the horse's reins. He yelled out.~ "Whoa! Whoa Cacao!" ~The bridle snapped and the horse ran off in terror, out of Athkatla, out of sight. Arrakis hissed most loudly.~ "Leucrotta!" ~He looked around in some fury.~ "Now what in the nine hells scared my horse?!" ~A growl was sounded and he turned around, his face turning slightly pale. At his knee was a steel-colored wolf. One eye was the normal brown, the other was an obviously blind and rather disturbing crystalic blue.~ "Gods..." ~The wolf growled again, and tugged at Arrakis' trousers. The man held up his hands in defeat.~ "All right, all right." ~The wolf dragged him along to the gates, in front of a tavern with a glistening copper sign.~ "The One-Eyed Wolf." ~He turned to look down at the wolf, but it had padded inside and was now busily distracting the bar-tender. The wolf jumped on the man and began licking him profusely. No watch. A perfect time to sneak away.~

In The Confusion...

Arrakis Ravenwood

~He understood now. Chani was in this tavern. Up the stairs, probably sleeping. He nodded his head in grim determination. The archer took a single arrow from his quiver and tied it to some strong rope. There was an open window on the second floor. (Deiter had opened it earlier that day to give Chani some fresh air.) He silently climbed up the rope and peered inside the window. He could hear soft breath, and a troubled squirm. A scythe on her right wrist glowed softly. His own scythe was tingling at the closeness of his goal. He sidled next to the bed, looking down at his sister. He whispered softly to her tapered ear, as if words of any volume would wake the dead.~ "Wake up little one. Wake up." ~He looked silently down as she squirmed.~

Chani Ravenwood

~Her brow furrowed at the voice. Without opening her eyes she spoke.~ "Deiter?" ~She opened her eyes slowly, taking a moment to focus. She sprung upright and opened her mouth to scream for help.~

Arrakis Ravenwood

~He put a hand over her mouth.~ "Hush Chani! It's me!" ~He tugged at his shirt to show her the scythe on his collarbone.~ "See?"

Chani Ravenwood

~She bit his hand and he drew it back with haste. Her face was confused and dis-oriented. She whispered.~ "What the hell are you doing here?" ~She noticed the arrow above her window and that her door was still closed.~ "Why do you have to sneak here to see me?" ~She looked towards the door.~ "Surely Deiter..."

Arrakis Ravenwood

~He interrupted, his face showing edginess and concern.~ "There is no time to explain! I can only say that you are in grave danger little one. You must come with me now." ~He tugged at her hand.~ "Please Chani, don't make this hard."

Chani Ravenwood

~She shook her head slowly.~ "What danger? Why must I go now? Where's Deiter?" ~Her heart beat more rapidly. She wanted to cry, she was so confused! She looked at her brother's calm sympathetic face.~ "Arrakis!"

Arrakis Ravenwood

~He looked sadly at her, pulling a bottle from his pocket.~ “I’m sorry. Sleep well little one.”

Chani Ravenwood

~She felt the impeding darkness. She could hear her rushing heart steady, slow. She held the emerald dragon amulet around her neck for support. The clasp broke and her grip was numb. She heard the necklace fall to the ground. A poisoned sleep.~

Arrakis Ravenwood

~He quickly gathered her unconscious form and slipped down the rope. Past had apparently herded his horse, and he moved with a stealthy haste. He swung his sister onto the front of the saddle, then scrambled behind her. With a last mournful look to the moon, he urged his horse through the gates of Athkatla. Out of the city. The children of the night were gone.~

Four Days Later…

Chani Ravenwood

~She had only awoken an hour before. She somehow felt rejuvenated by the sleep, and was not hungry nor thirsty nor sickly or weak. She was only conscious of the tears streaming down her face. Arrakis sat mechanically behind her. They rode into Ravenwood. A crowd had gathered. It was a small one. Somehow the town must have known how distressed she would be. Locke helped her off the horse. His dark eyes were sad. He forced a thin smile. Her friends surrounded her, but she felt emptiness. So many sad eyes. Brown eyes, green eyes, blue eyes, gray eyes, hazel streaked with sage, Faline’s catlike eyes, Jasmine’s violet eyes that everybody envied. None of these faces could fill the hole. She looked at Locke questionably.~ “Where is Li?” ~She spoke quietly.~

Quabola Wolfrun

~The tall man strode forward, his eyes more mournful than all the others combined. The mere sight of him could bring about an ocean of tears. His arms encircled her comfortingly. He whispered.~ “Welcome home my child. Welcome home.”

Chani Ravenwood

~She wanted to cry out, This isn’t my home! I belong back in Athkatla, in my tavern, with my friends, with Deiter! But something about the tall elf’s grasp made her understand the cloud of concern the entire village held over her un-suspecting head. She stepped back and looked into her mentor’s eyes.~ “Li… What’s going on?” ~Her watery grey blue eyes met his bright green ones.~



A confused Larry will get a sudden vision: Chani’s sad-eyed friends.

Mistral will see Arrakis’ face, the familiar grey-blue eyes, the scar over the right eye, and the red scythe glowing at his collarbone.

Chaos will stop dead in his tracks, as if he were listening to something. His eyes will flash green again and he will howl out as a grown wolf would.

OOC>>> Thanks, Larry [img]graemlins/thumbsup.gif[/img] I'll leave you to post for your character and Chaos first. Hope you found my earlier attempt to roleplay your character alright (note that I did add in a smirk or two, so don't go on saying it's "cute", alright? [img]tongue.gif[/img] )

How in the hell am I going to survive this?

IC>>>Larry got up to get some fresh air. The day way beautiful, and a bit breezy. Stretching his arms over his head, he suddenly notices Chaos playing outside, chasing down a butterfly. Then, he stopped as though he were focusing on something that Larry could not see. He stood perfectly still and rigid, to make Larry wonder whether or not he should be on guard. Just as he was about to step outside to investigate, Chaos begins to howl rather strongly for his size. As though he were full grown. Larry runs outside to the wolf, not really knowing what to expect by this intrusion of his strange behavior. As he approaches, Chaos turns his head towards his master, eyes gleaming green, brightly visible as though they were on fire, even in the daylight. Larry stopped short, puzzled by the sorcery he was beholding. Just then flashing images of eyes, many eyes, flooded Larry's vision as though they were in front of him. He slapped out, trying to remove them from in front of him, yet they were there, everywhere...sad and staring. Larry began to scream for Mistral. He could not see anything except for those damned eyes, mournful and staring. Getting dizzy from all the confusion, Larry tripped and fell, and darkness found him.

She had been pottering about the kitchen, hoping to come up with a decent meal. And then, it had come. A vivid vision of something terrible. No, someone... someone familiar, yet foreign. It had struck her paralysed to the ground, just as she vaguely heard Larry's scream.

A handsome half-elven face. Marred by a scar over the right eye. Greyish-blue eyes. Yes, those damned eyes! Spree's eyes... Could it be her brother?... The scythe on the collar-bone glowing in a flaming red. They must be related anyhow...

For a moment, she remains immobile, the unknown force gripping her feet to the ground. But just as suddenly, it is released, and she almost crumples onto the ground.

Rushing out of the house now, she sees her unconscious husband lying on the ground. Hurriedly, she stoops beside him and unbuckles his girdle, fastening it around her own waist.

Aided now by superhuman strength, she lifts him off the ground and carries him back into the house, placing him gently onto the bed. As the moments pass, she wonders whether to shake him awake or let him continue in his seemingly peaceful sleep...

Larry awakes and sits up in a blinding flash. He looks around at his surroundings, realizing he is back in the house. Mistral had a worried look on her face. At least those eyes were gone.

"Dear, where is the wolf? There is indeed something strange going on. I saw the green eyes, I saw him staring as if he were seeing or hearing something I could not, then I saw all these people's sad eyes...as though someting were terribly wrong! We have to get a grip on matters. Something has happened. We need help. I think Spree would know something about this. It just makes since that she would. Mistral? Oh, I'm sorry, I guess I am a little hyper right now after that incident. I did not mean to scare you."

She nods, her lips pursed and the burden in her heart increasing. ~ At last... the past has caught up with me... as I always knew it would... ~ Despite the sense of foreboding, she realises that amidst the chaos there is a feeling of calm within her ~ Perhaps that is Nature's way of telling me to resign myself to Fate...

Abruptly, she gets up and begins packing their belongings and calling for Chaos and Isabeau to be ready.

It is time for their journey back to Athkatla. And perhaps, Ravenwood...

OOC>>> Lunchtime coming up. Back in say, 1 hour 20 mins.

(OOC: MWAHAHAHAHAHA I HAVE FOUUND IT, THE SECRET CULT. I AM FRIENDS WITH THE ONE YOU CALL KILLING SPREE. I WILL HOPEFULLY BE JOINING TH CULT SOONSINCE I HAVE PLENTY OF SPARE TIME YAY!!!!!!!!

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(OOC: MWAHAHAHAHAHA I HAVE FOUUND IT, THE SECRET CULT. I AM FRIENDS WITH THE ONE YOU CALL KILLING SPREE. I WILL HOPEFULLY BE JOINING TH CULT SOONSINCE I HAVE PLENTY OF SPARE TIME YAY!!!!!!<hr></blockquote>

I have seen three people that know K. Spree proclaim that they are here to stay, and none of them ever did. I hope you will live up to your word, unlike the others...and keep in mind that Spree has total control in this game, as she is the game-master.
Welcome to our RPG Forum! [img]graemlins/happywave.gif[/img]

(OOC: Thalali, a quick piece of friendly advice, stop typing in all CAPS, it annoys people and is a quick way to make people dislike you.)

(ooc: sry god of chaos i dont want to get on any ones bad sidethanks for the tip.)

OOC>>> Anyone has any idea when Spree is returning to lead our fair cult? [img]graemlins/1ponder.gif[/img] I am eagerly awaiting our adventure :D

IC>>>

2 days later...

Larry and Mistral, accompanied by the ever faithful Chaos and Isabeau, reached the Docks District of Athkatla. The ferocious mid-noon sun beamed mercilessly on the four companions, and they hurriedly made their way to the tavern where they had first learnt of the existence of their paradisical island.

Inside the tavern...

Mistral turns to Larry, her dark brown eyes glistening ~ "What shall we do now, Larry? Do we go charging into the One-Eyed Wolf? You know how I feel about this..." ~ Her voice becoming on the shaky side ~ "I hope we won't draw blood at first sight."

Oh, Spree... must it come to this? ~ Chewing her lips distractedly ~ True, we've never bonded the way you did with Larry. ~ Here, a dull ache starts to form from within ~ And too many instances of misunderstanding... ~ The image of Maverick flashes briefly across her mind, before she can suppress it ~ And now... what next? ~ The elven wolf... the crimson scythe on yet another's collarbone... too much of the unknown.

I will need every ounce of focus and discipline I can afford...

Closing her eyes, she leans against her husband. Drawing comfort from his presence.

ooc: I'M BACK!!!! DAMN IT IS COLD HERE! :D It was 90 degrees in Aruba... Ah, er, I can't pronounce your flipping alias and I'm too lazy to scroll down, Steven, we're kind of at a drawn out standstill until Mr. Leafblade returns. So I'm sure we can work something out... As I recall your character is half sea elven and half moon elven? Start your character at the bottom of Lac Dinneshere and we'll endevor to pick you up uh... Soon? Hee hee hee... Let's see how well you can write. ANYWAY, good to be back, though I'm somewhat dissapointed at the utter lack of Deiter. Oh and heh heh, I have a little decision for ya'll... I think you'll find it most entertaining. This is a pasted version of an e-mail I recieved this morning:

im sorry for being such a jerk and ignoring you i have been dreaming of you so much and i can forget you and I cant stop thinking of you so plz can you forgive me? plz i love you and like i said i will always love you

Can anybody guess the author? MWAHAHAHAHAHA! Let your little mean streaks rampage! I cast his judgement unto you and you alone... Well, I'm asking Mello Yello for some help but she lives in Florida now so she dosen't count! :D It's your chance to be maniacal... Or saintly...

(ooc: LET'S DO SOME ADVENTURE RESUMING! ~shivers~ Damn I miss Aruba. Ah, and I suppose I should tell you that I would have been here last night if our flight had not been delayed two hours and then our car wouldn't start until they put two jumpers on it...)

Quabola Wolfrun
~He shook his head, looking sadly to the steel-set eyes.~ “That is not for me to say my child.” ~There was an aura of un-easiness floating around the village. It was not the norm of Li to lack answers. His lips pinched together into a tight line and his brow creased.~ “Your answers will come with haste…” ~With a troubled expression he turned away, taking Shaw by the shoulder. He gave a look to Locke.~ “Leave her be.”

Locke Foresthide
~He grimaced. Somehow Li could read him like an open book. This troubled him to no small extent. His abyssal dark brown eyes averted to Chani. His friend’s sorrow was unbearable. He bit his tongue with a ferocity. He couldn’t let emotion get ahead of common sense.~

(ooc: and now my internet's going to die, isn't it. DAMNIT... Lemme check if this works.)

ooc: so you want me to start my character where? I am confused where you want me to post his begining any help would be appreciated.

OOC>>> Darn this sub-standard connection!!! :mad: :flame: [img]graemlins/crying.gif[/img] Oh well, if anything major happens, it's ol' Larry to drag my character along as usual...

I am seriously wondering what has happened to Deiter. It's now about 2 months since we last heard from him! :(

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OOC>>> I am seriously wondering what has happened to Deiter. It's now about 2 months since we last heard from him! :( <hr></blockquote>

(OOC: Has anyone tried emailing Deiter? I'm starting to worry here...)

(ooc: OK... Just post yourself at the bottom of the lake, like we planned. ;) Flipping internet.)

Chani Ravenwood
~Her silent gaze traced every face. Every face returned the sad stare. Every pair of eyes was sincere. Green, blue, brown, violet, hazel... Black? Only one person in Ravenwood had black eyes. She felt her soft confused features turn cold in rage. Maverick, he did this. He did this to me! A look of surprise fell upon the face of Shadowfall, and many turned to see whom deserved a glare. She felt a hand on her shoulder, a restraining hand, Arrakis' hand. With a growl she batted it away and began to run. The crowd formed an instant path for her.~

Maverick Shadowfall
~He felt many curious eyes fall upon him. He winced helplessly. He shook his head. The stress had taken a toll on him, and he looked somewhat aged. His black eyes searched in vain for reassurance. Exasperated, he turned and walked in shadows from the gathering.~

Locke Foresthide
~He stepped aside Arrakis, a hopeless look on both his and his friend's face. He spoke softly, daring not to meet Ravenwood's eyes.~ "Somebody should talk to her. I'd thrash too if I were in her position, she's confused no doubt." ~He shrugged his shoulders.~ "I'll be at the Fox's Den if you need me." ~Locke turning away only aided the quickly thinning crowd.~

Arrakis Ravenwood
~He looked at the dusty ground, at his boots, and pondered the intricate and distracting patterns he could create if he'd only combine the two. Nobody was left at that fateful spot, not even Li. He sighed, looking up at canopy.~ "What am I supposed to do?" ~His teeth clenched.~ "Mielikki have my plea." ~He headed off in the direction of the shrine.~

Chani Ravenwood
~Frustrated tears threatened to erupt. She blinked them back with ferocity. You're strong Chani, you can take it, you've handled it before, just run, don't think, just run. You are not Chani, not the child of the night, not sister to Arrakis or daughter of Ravenwood. You are Killing Spree, faceless, invisible! She ran until her legs refused to carry her. She was in the graveyard. The crypts of Ravenwood held a misty din about them. She sunk to her knees, held her head in her hands and wept. She didn't notice, but she had stationed herself at the foot of Illuna's tomb. She cried until there were no more tears for her situation. She thought optimistically for a moment. They... They all care about me... But then she could only think of others that cared about her. More tears hit the ground. Larry and Mistral and Sephi and Deiter... Oh Deiter! Why the hell am I here?! Why don't I just run back? Her head snapped upward, a cool breeze rustled her hair and soft noises filled her ears. She swallowed, dark clouds always lay over the graveyard, but now they seemed fit to burst. She heard a noise from behind. Footsteps. She turned around to see nothing. Her voice was loud but shaky.~ "Who's there? Show yourself!" ~A voice whispered on the wind. A terribly sad moaning voice, a quiet voice, a ghostly voice!~ "Aaas you wisshh." ~In fear she instinctively grabbed her hilt, her clammy hands grasped the cold steel scimitar. The voice sounded again.~ "Dooo nott feeaar?" ~She released her hand from the blade reluctantly and looked around, a nervous cold sweat forming on her brow. A flash of silvery white light from the side made her gasp. The illumination was from Illuna's tombstone. She looked on in horror, she wanted to run, but her limbs wouldn't budge. A ghostly figure appeared in the light's place. She wanted to cry in horror, but her gaze was soon of painful awe.~ "M... Mother?"

The Ghost (Of Illuna Ravenwood)
~She nodded her head.~ "Hello my little one... I was not expecting you." ~Her kind face smiled. Her appearance was of cold moonlit gray, her aura of warmth.~ "Would you like to meet your sister?" ~Chani looked confused at her.~ "My sister?" ~She smiled and nodded her head.~ "Oh yes, she's a lovely child I assure you." ~She called out in her soft ghostly voice.~ "Iris! Come to me a moment!" ~A younger, yet none-the-less undead voice greeted acknowledgement. She turned her gaze back to Chani.~ "Careful she might sneak up on you." ~She smiled.~ "Her father's rather fond of her as well. Third time's a charm, right?"

The Ghost (Of Iris Nightblade)
~She jumped from the brush aside the graveyard. She had the same ghostly gray complection as her mother, but she was youthful and radiating energy. She didn't seem to care that she was... Dead... She probably didn't know what it meant. A faint scythe lay on her bare ankle. She looked to her mother.~ "What is it mummy?" ~She followed her mother's gaze.~"That's your sister Iris. I was telling you about her before." ~She looked over in awe. A wide smile crossed the young face.~ "Hello Chani!" ~She turned around and yelled out.~ "Daddy daddy! Come quick! You've got to see what mummy found!"

Chani Ravenwood
~She found herself short of breath. Everything was so fast. So awkward. She looked to the brush where a dark ghostly shape was forming. Nightblade. Let the games begin.~

The Ghost (Of Cyrus Nightblade)
~He stepped through the thorny hedge that surrounded the graveyard. Literally. The tall lean assasin, immortalized in a black mist. A faint brown glow from his cheek. The color of dried blood, a scythe. A smirk crossed his face. His voice sounded just as it had in life. Hear that voice without the face and you'd think that hell was coming to take you.~ "Good to see you Chani." ~He looked to his wife and child.~ "If you please, I'd like to spend a moment with my living daughter." ~Iris scowled at him much to Illuna's amusement, she ruffled her youngest daughter's hair. He motioned a hand to Chani.~ "I think this will interest you regardless."

Chani Ravenwood
~She bit her lip, looking to her mother. A reassuring nod. She turned to her father and forced a thin teary smile.~ "All right." ~She followed him to a deep glade, and stooped beside him when they reached a murky pool. Everything is so gray...~

The Ghost (Of Cyrus Nightblade)
 ~He gave a content immortal smile and waved his hand over the pool. The muddy water gave way to a crystal liquid fit for kings to drink of. He looked to his daughter of the living plane.~ "I've been watching you... You remember the dream?" ~His eerie smile broadened.~ "Of course you do, it led to a heart-felt confession." ~He concentrated on the pool for a moment and a clear image formed. A flashback. Chani in bed, disoriented, a form hunched over her.~

"I love you too Chani."

~He noted with satisfaction as his daughter cherished the visible memory. She is very lost, and I shall guide her with some reassurance. What I could not understand in life I can offer most readily now.~ "And rest assured that confession was honest. He..." ~He paused.~ "Is a good man at heart, and that righteous organ is overall devoted to you." ~His eyes narrowed.~ "It seems at times though that your past scars your charisma." ~He waved his hand again.~

"Leafblade! You could have been killed!"

~He noticed her good-natured wince. He openly laughed.~ "But at other times you can be very... Blunt." ~He changed the vision with a snap of fingers.~

"And the winner... Gets a kiss."

"I still think you lost that fight on purpose." ~Chani's face turned slightly red in embarassment.~ "But don't feel embarassed, he can be rather full of himself as well."

~Chani stood with her back to a ladder leaning on the side of her tavern. Deiter's arms on either side of the ladder forbade her from moving.~ "What do you think you should do?"

"You were most dissapointed when that was cut short, now weren't you?" ~His voice was calm and almost droning.~ "But what was the cause? Certainly any man in his right mind wouldn't leave that posiotion on whim. No. Your friends were the cause, they're a high-maitenence bunch now aren't they?"

~She flapped open the cloak to reveal multiple identical daggers.~ "If I held it in ANY value, do you really think I'd leave it in YOUR possesion?!"

~Chani shook her head, a soft grin on her face. The tear streaks were fading. He continued.~ "It seems that fate brought you all together."

"My goddess tells me you hold the answers."

~His face turned somewhat solemn.~ "But it seems that fate tears you apart as well."

"I hope they know they'll be sorely missed."

~Chani's face turned troubled and he felt the need to reassure her again, even if it took a millenium to get his point across.~ "But don't worry my child, fate seems to pull you back to one another as well."

~A vision of forest, Deiter's dead brother across from them. Deiter battered with an emotional Chani in his arms.~

Mistral's next vision will be of Iris, and her meeting with Chani.
Larry's next vision will be of Cyrus, his features, not what he is doing.
After these visions Chaos will be nervous. When this catches both of their attention they will receive a mutual vision: Illuna and Cyrus meeting a grandchild. In the vision they are living. Iris will be a young woman. Arrakis will be present as well, smiling at his nephew. Chani and Deiter will stand proud and laughing. Then the peace will be shattered. All will be slaughtered by an unknown figure, the vision stops when the shadowed person nears Chani and Deiter's son.

(ooc: By the way, would anybody be interested in one of my latest outside works? I'm thinking of sending it into Elfwood... Person who rides my bus, I'll let you read it at school, I'm sure Midget and Green Giant will want to read it regardless, so it'll be there.)

[ 01-05-2002: Message edited by: Killing Spree ]

ooc: Larry sent Deiter an e-mail a while back. ER... Larry, I was wondering if I could get his address, I want a crack at it.

~Uh oh, everybody stand back, I'm about to throw one...~

<marquee> [img]graemlins/crying.gif[/img] I WANT MY DEITER AND I WANT HIM NOW!!! [img]graemlins/crying.gif[/img] </marquee>