okay, this is a continuation of the first "Tavern by the Creek"

All are welcome, just write yourself in, but try to at least read some of the old thread to know what is and has been going on.....
you are welcome to stay at the tavern, or adventure out and beyond :D


To get you up to date:

<font color="cyan">Goblins attacked the tavern, and were destroyed by a handful of wanderers in the tavern. Neb has disappeared into the forest, going slightly mad, after the trance. Shadowhound is who knows where *L*, and the crazy wizard disappeared on cue, as usual [img]graemlins/hehe.gif[/img] ......
An unusual scream was heard, and to those that have seen the prophecies know what it means. A huge storm has blown into the canyon and KayLisa and Cyril have disappeared into the storm......

Here we go!!

Happy Adventuring!</font>

<font color="lime"> and OH yes....please try to leave the signatures at the door, please.....they seem to slow down some peoples comps!!
Thanks!!</font> [img]graemlins/happydance.gif[/img]

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Tianul, a dark sorceror on a shadow steed asks in a shadowy voice: You Need Help? Follow me!

THESE ARE THE LAST TWO POSTS FROM THE FIRST THREAD---------

Cyril DarkCloud
<font color="cyan">The winds had begun building even before her cry had faded into mournful echoes. He has gathered her belongings and moves swiftly to where she sits beside the window. The winds carry her whispered speech to his ears as he reaches down with no hesitation, taking her ungloved hand in his own ** he will not be affected by her touch while in this state**. He closes her fingers over the locket, speaking in a whisper that is impossibly clear, “Keep it safe while we travel.” The winds surround her as he lifts her to her feet, never loosening his hold upon her hand. He speaks softly in the ancient dialect of his people and the building shakes in the screaming of the wind. The wall around the window explodes outward. Dropping her hand, he stretches his arm around her, pulling her close to himself. “Your storms it seems, have called to mine,” he whispers and steps forward, taking her with him out of the building and into the storm.</font>


KayLisa

<font color="skyblue">She closes her fingers around the locket, wordlessly, and startles at first when he grabs her hand....~the power is not affecting him...what does that mean?~ she grasps his hand back. ~It has been a long, long time, since she has felt the touch of another with her hand, and savors the moment~ She stares as the wall explodes outward, her eyes now completely silver from the storms, and as he puts his arm around her, she hides her face in his chest as she hears his whisper......"So it seems.." She hides her smile on his chest, and steps with him out into the storm, trusting him completely.............

With a dark energy shield, the fire salamander Byrnral, walks through the storm as if it was a summer day...... Armed with a long spear that could channel dark and fire energies...... Byrnral is ready for everything..........

“To live is to move,” he whispers and the words arrive at her ears from several directions, as if each syllable was borne by its own current of air. “And nothing moves with the freedom of wind. And no wind moves with so much force as that of the storm.” He looks at her as they stand suspended in the wind well above the roof of the tavern where they had first exchanged names. The clouds have opened and a heavy rain begins to fall. He smiles into her eyes, his face displaying genuine delight at the massing of thunderheads in the distance. The intensity in his voice increases with the force of the winds, “And life is lived fully when it is lived with one’s face to the storm.”

They move, then, walking, if that is the proper word, within the wind itself. His movements flow into those of the wind with a relaxed gracefulness. “There is no controlling the wind,” he whispers, “one is embraced by its swiftness and moves.” The swiftness of the wind carries them to a rocky outcropping in the hills beneath the massing storm clouds.

<font color="skyblue">She raises her head, and looks around, imbibing in the wildness of the wind and the brewing storms, and looks up at him, smiling as he speaks to her. ~I have directed the wind to a degree, but this.....this is beauty unimagined~she hangs on tight to him, enjoying the warmth of his body, and walks with him to the rocky outcrop. ~Unnoticed by her, her eyes have changed. They are no longer silver or amber, but have taken on a soft glowing purple color~. She is reluctant to let him go, and softly keeps her arms around him, as she looks at the area.</font>

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“Only two others have walked the winds with me,” he says softly. He lightly brushes her hair away from her eyes, silently marking the shift in their color. Turning his face toward the rain, he breathes deeply and wraps both arms around her. He feels the rhythm of her breathing – strangely in time with his own – tightens his embrace and stands with her, content not to move.

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<font color="skyblue">She sighs, listening to him and the joy in his voice. Whether he realizes it or not, his emotions are written on his face. This is the calmest and surest of himself she has seen, and gladly looks into his eyes as he brushes the hair away from hers. She feels an intense emotion, one she hasn't felt in a long, long time. As he turns towards the rain, wrapping his arms around her, she turns in his embrace and faces the rain too, letting it softly soak her face and hair, holding his arms around her tight. ~she closes her eyes and leans back into him, letting the rain wash gently over her face~</font>

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Neb knocked on the door of the tower and clutched at his aching head, it had taken him three days to get here and his sleep had been full of nightmares, also, he was beginning to have a hard time discerning which of his memories were actually his....

The door was opened by an elf, dressed in casual, though fine, clothing, the elf invited the human psionic inside and they proceeded in silence to the second floor of the tower.

Every wall of the room was covered with bookcases and in one corner there was a fireplace, Neb looked briefly out of a window in one wall which showed a view of the forest in which the tower lay before he sat down in a comfortable chair in the middle of the room.

The Elf sat down in the chair opposite him and Neb explained his problem, the Elf listened and when the human was done speaking he considered the problem for a while before he spoke.

"This is an unusual problem my old friend, and I do not know if I can aid you, psychic surgery might work, but it might not, will you allow me to try it?"

Neb nodded and the Elf stood up and walked over behind him, then placed his hands on Neb's head, both of them were instantly locked in a trance as the Elf penetrated Neb's mind seeking the source of the damage to the human's memories and brain so that he might fix it.

After an hour of being in a trance the Elf removed his hands and said to Neb, "I believe that I can fix it, but it would require me to seal away your psionic skills, they're tied in with the memories that are slowly changing your mind."

Neb politely declined, "In that case," said the Elf, "I fear that I cannot allow you to leave, you're going to be a danger to anyone you get near as your mind is corrupted."

Neb stood and quietly drew his two-handed Great Scimitar, the Elf held out his hand, concentrated, and a blade materialized in his, apparently made of pure psychic energy.

The fight between the two was over in seconds with the Elf's head rolling on the floor, Neb looked sorrowfully at the Elf's dead body, having to kill a friend was always hard.

Now he had to avenge himself on that woman, she was the cause of this... Either she would have some way of curing him, or he would kill her on the off chance that that was the cure, though mainly because he was rather angry at her for having an effect on his mind.

As the Psionic walked out of the tower's front door his headache intensified and the changes began to take effect....

<font color=white>Cyril and KayLisa
The storm will last a while, and since neither of them seems in any hurry to move, we'll leave them to enjoy the moment ....</font>

<font color=skyblue>.... Meanwhile back at the tavern there's quite a mess to clean up....

Bartleby
The bartender stands in the room, his face flushed and shaken. Turning to Maria, he begins to bluster, “It was the two ‘em, ye say? That one with the pretty smile and that grim bastard with the burns? I knowed he was trouble .... right when he stumbled in here t’other night, the bastard .... there’s trouble over there in the doorway I says to meself .....”

“You did nothing of the kind! You said, ‘AH! here’s another handful of coin for me coffers!’” She laughs, gently mocking his bluster.

“Ack! be that however it may, woman, what am I to be doin’ about the room? For the love of whatever god ye be lovin’, why in blazes would they be needin’ to go and do that? ..... And after all the shoutin’, and the bangin’, and the.... the .... and the I don’t rightly know what the hell else!” He throws up his arms and stomps around the room. “Blowin’ out me walls!! T’isn’t just a few scratches on the furniture, woman – why half the furniture’s out on me lawn! ‘Tis the very walls of the building! Tell me, woman, why couldn’t they just be using the door like normal folk? Why did they need to be stormin’ and blowin’ and breakin’ down me walls?” He bangs his foot on the floor.

Her face red with suppressed laughter, she teases him, “Well ......”

“Out with it, woman!”

“...... he did mention something about the room being a bit on the small side.”</font>

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<font color="cyan">~Outside of the tavern, in the forest howls start to be heard. They go on and on all thru the day and night, slowly coming closer and closer. A strange wind continues to blow through-out the day and night, and dark clouds are always visible on the horizon. The villagers who wander out at dusk, feel like they are constantly being watched, and try not to be out at that time. Most people have congregated in the tavern, talking quietly and listening as the wind blows. The fire in the fireplace flares once in awhile with the wind, and if you listen closely you can almost hear a whisper blowing with the wind......................~</font>

The echoes of her weeping somehow lie within the folds of his cloak – a faint, but constant chorus of tears that plays around him as his cloak moves in the wind. The contrast between the simple contentment she seems to feel in his arms and the song of her sadness – sadnesses? – that sounds around his body strikes a deep chord within him. Very well, he decides, if holding her means the wearing of her sorrow, that is what I shall do.

“Come,” he says, brushing his lips lightly against the top of her head, “let us sit together a while.” Releasing his right hand from her embrace, he raises it to his mouth. He breathes lightly upon his outstretched fingers and presses them gently against her lips. “Sealed with a breath,” he whispers. “There will be time enough for words tomorrow.”

<font color="skyblue">She revels in his kiss on top of her head, wishing it was .....~she has longed for someone like him, someone like her, someone who doesn't care how you look~. She starts to speak, when he places his fingertips softly on her lips and whispers to her. ~her heart melts~She looks into his eyes, smiles, and wraps her arms around his neck, sitting in his lap. She closes her eyes, putting her face against his neck, and listens to the wind, his heartbeat ~beating in the rythm of hers~, and the feel of his breathing...........He is right, there will be time enough for words tomorrow..........</font>

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<font color=skyblue>The Tavern:

Although the rain still pours into the room, striking even the hastily locked and boarded door, the winds of the storm have stopped their violent swirling. In the undertow of the storm, however, another current moves, a roiling pocket of stale air heavy with odors of decay collects outside the tavern:

O! They are very frightened, indeed! And such a delightful range of flavors to the fear ..... Would that I could consume them as I do his people – O! I would grow very strong, indeed, were I free to feast upon such abundance. Nothing to stop me from ‘enhancing’ these delicious emotions, however, and enhance them I shall. Perhaps I shall start with those two in the next room – all nervousness and quaking tension behind their laughter and bluster. Yes, they shall do nicely ..... it has been so long, so very long since I have had so many to play with .......</font>

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<font color="lime">Nobody notices the nondescriptive man sitting in the corner. He is of average looks, and average build with no weapons. He is in the middle of taking a drink of his ale, when he slumps forward. A few minutes pass, and he looks back up, a wicked gleam in his eyes. He stands up, and walks out the door, disappearing down the road...........</font>

With a fiery blaze, Byrnral the fire salamander teleports into the tavern. He looks at Neb with a pecuiliar gaze......... and wonders if he could take a mind marvel........ he himself has been studing psionics and wishes to test his abilities...... though his psion level is only lvl 10, he can try and use his other magics like his mastery in the Fire arts ( he was born with a +7 bonus, and has expanded on it) He also has dark magics at a fairly good lvl (17) and can use deadly illusions and tricks and even summon shades and lich servants to do his bidding.

Realizing that his flames were fleeting, Byrnral summons an armor of bone (covering most of the body- he still has embers and little fires sprouting out) and made a bone facial mask to cover his unprotected face and head. Using dark energies....... Byrnral engulfs the tavern in a sheet of protective bone- to be considerative of those that cant summon their own protection against the storms.

Ill try and bring Baal back from the Abyss when im not in this thread! So Baal........ back to damnation u go!

<font color="lime">OOC:THANKS HUN!!! [img]graemlins/nibbles.gif[/img] </font>

KAYLISA
<font color="skyblue">IC: She reaches down, and gently takes one of Cyril's hands, holding it to her cheek. She opens her eyes, and looks up at him..............</font>

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<font color=white>Just prior to TAO's last post.</font>

Can it really be a mere two days since I stopped my movement to watch over her as she slept that very different sleep? He breathes slowly and deeply savoring the scent of her rain-soaked hair. He watches her again as she sleeps in his arms, hoping that whatever dreams might come be free of that which had shaken her so badly the previous day. The familiar touch of the locket’s chain against the skin of his neck causes him to smile – it is still wrapped within her fingers. For the first time since the Exiling and the unsaying of his name, the joys of his yesterday and the hope of his tomorrow lie in another’s care. Looking again into the face of the sleeping woman he cannot help but wonder – And what of my present? Are its joy and hope to be found here in her hands as well?

But .... the real question is whether there is anything in me that can be a lasting joy for her? How could I presume to expose her to the evil which stalks me? To splice the movement of her life to that of one whose every step leads further into the Exiling curse? His thoughts fall briefly into stillness....

Still, there is this moment – the now in which he holds her. Again his lips brush against her hair. He whispers a prayer of thanks to The Wind Who Walks Where He Will that at precisely this moment there is joy and hope to be found for him in the hands of this woman.

She stirs in his arms and he whispers her name, “KayLisa.” The time for words, it would seem, is upon them.

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<font color="skyblue"> The whisper of her name woke her, and she stares into his eyes......~Can I really enjoy love again? It has been so long, and do I dare involve him in my troubles? He has a great sorrow too it seems, maybe we are meant to be together, maybe between us, we can solve our curses. Could this be the reason?~ She smiles softly at him, seeing the turmoil and tenderness in his eyes fighting with each other......She comes to a decision, and reaches up, taking his face in her hands. She whispers, "I think between the two of us, we just might be able to fight our evils together......". She looks hard into his eyes, and comes to the biggest decision she has ever made. Pulling his face closer, she puts a finger on his lips as he starts to speak, and gently pulls his face to hers, kissing him softly at first.................</font>

<font color=white>And a life lived in freedom is a life that is lived with one’s face to the storm.
And the greatest of lives is a life that will face the storms of the heart.</font>

Even as her lips move toward his, the words which define him rise to shout their challenge. So be it, then – he turns his face fully into the storms of her heart and meets the movement of her lips with his own. His arms tighten their hold upon her body, and, with a fierce acceptance, draw her close against himself. He returns her kiss and, in so doing, opens his life to her.

Words spoken once before flash as lightning in his memory:

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• My life breathing into your life.
  Your life breathing into mine.
  The storms of your heart,
  the storms of my heart,
  move now together
  in the wind of our breathing
  and the wind that we breathe.

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OOC: WOW that drow warrior kinda takes the romance out, eh? *LMAO* [img]graemlins/hehe.gif[/img]

MEANWHILE AT THE TAVERN
<font color="cyan">Upon seeing a bone structure overtake the inn, the Bar Owner throws a fit. "BLOODY ROCKS!! First my walls, and now the whole tavern??? What sorcererness is this???" Maria, laughing at the bar, immediately turns around, becoming intensely interested in the mugs she is cleaning..............</font>

<font color="skyblue">She gasps as he returns the kiss with a fierceness she was trying to hold back. No longer holding back, she gives herself mind and soul to him.....~vaguely in the back of her mind, she hears a voice reciting words, she listens shocked that they sound familiar~. She feels his arms crush her to him, and she surrenders herself completely, abandoning all fears for this moment in time, not wanting to let go, and won't.......~a remembered prophecy (sp) from over 100 years ago, flashes thru her mind....

Where two were born of wind,
so shall two be born of fire.
Where two are scarred and sorrowed,
so shall two unite in fire....fire...
fire and wind, storm and lightning,
so the prophecies say, and tell,
so shall it be, so shall it come forward.
Two shall be united, two shall love,
where heartbreak, and curses roam,
so shall two break free..........

She holds onto him tighter, and slips an arm around his waist, her eyes glowing brightly......"Cyril~she almost says "my love" ......"

she loses speech, drowning in the emotions of his eyes.....</font>

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<font color=skyblue>THE TAVERN

Bartleby
Standin' right on top of me last nerve he is! "You there!" he yells to Byrnral, "the one wearin' the bones! What d'ya think ye be doin', boyo? Why 'tis a respectable establishment I be trying to run here. If ye want to be helpin' fine, but what I truly be needin' here is someone with above average carpentry skills -- not a bunch a bleedin' bones!"

In spite of her own growing sense of unease, maria simply cannot help smiling.</font>

THE TAVERN

<font color=skyblue>The dead wind seethes – its terrible hunger filling the room. The temperature within the building drops slightly, the air itself growing thick with a stale dampness. The tiniest of chills, a cold unaccountably alive moving just below the level of conscious perception, begins to caress the building’s occupants.

Yes! O yes! So much fear. So responsive to my touch – how their bodies begin to tremble without them knowing. No, I cannot consume them..... O! but I can taste. I can savor. I can whisper the thousand unspoken names of terror into hidden corners of their minds. O yes! I shall fill this place, replace the very air they breathe with my hunger, and I shall taste .....</font>

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<font color="skyblue">She sighs.................contently sitting on his lap, sad that the kiss had to come to an end, but hoping more will be in store later.................She reaches up, and places her hand along his cheek, burying her face against his neck, softly kissing where the vein in his neck pulses....."You said it was time for words," ~she kisses the vein again, noticing the pulse race each time and smiles~ "Where shall we start?"~chuckles softly~</font>

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One barely noticeable change in reality later and Neb is squatting in one of the Tavern's upper rooms, both mentally and physically tired, he decides to rest a bit before going downstairs, finding the woman, and killing her.

But no sleep, not sleep, can't sleep.... That's when the nightmares come....

OOC: Busy night up this way -- will be back in a few hours.

<font color=white>Neb -- I PM'ed a couple questions your way.</font>

<blockquote>quote:</font><hr>Originally posted by Cyril Darkcloud:

<font color=white>Neb -- I PM'ed a couple questions your way.</font><hr></blockquote>

(OOC: I PM'ed a couple of answers your way, I'll be here for an hour or so.... And then it's going to be QUITE some time before I get the chance of post again.... :(

Not as in days, but just as in at least 10 hours...)

<blockquote>quote:</font><hr>*LMAO* psst. never leave a lady waiting when in the throes of passion! *LMAO*<hr></blockquote>

<font color=white>ooc: :D Bring along some extra batteries for the pace-maker then, darlin', we're gonna go for quite a ride when you get back. *LMAO*</font>

ic: He greets her smile with his own. He kisses her lightly on her forehead and caresses her cheek allowing his hand to linger on the side of her face. “We start where our last conversation stopped – with an explosion,” he laughs. Having taken the locket from her, he opens it and places it in her hands all the while holding her eyes with his own. The winds have begun to build again and his voice intensifies even as it softens. “I have dared to think many things this last night that I had not dared think before, woman.” He returns his hand to her cheek, brushing it once more.

Woman he calls her, the word chosen to undo the speaking of the previous night when he invoked sacred boundaries against an outsider’s trespass. Woman – there is a note of invitation in his words, an opening of sacred space to receive her. The air itself enfolds her even as he gently removes himself from her embrace and rises to his feet. He stands, intensely alive in the mounting winds, his eyes fixed on her face.

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THE TAVERN

<font color=skyblue>One by one, those inside the tavern become furtive and withdrawn, trembling in the damp air that has settled into the building. Nerves have become strangely tense and the patrons eye one another with suspicion if they look to one another at all. The uneasiness affects everyone and, to calm themselves, they breathe deeply, unwittingly drawing the terrible hunger into themselves.

<font color=silver>Yes, fools, respond to my touch with your quivering. O yes, by all means, calm yourselves, fill your lungs with my whispers. O! The things I have to speak to you!</font>

The dozens of fears and insecurities hidden within each person in the tavern suddenly begin their own speaking, and unease is replaced by terror. Hands begin to tremble visibly, eyes have grown wide, patrons and staff begin to seek out hiding places or have huddled together and the first sobbing notes of emotional collapse are sounded.

<font color=silver>Yes, listen to me, my voice is within you and there is no escaping. Ah! To savor these tears and this trembling, but there is still so much more to draw forth. Let me open for you the voices of your fears ......</font>

Panic takes over within the tavern as sobs and screams are released into the stale and hungry air.</font>

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Neb's heart begins hammering heavily and a strange fear and nervousness overwhelms his mind, he quickly leaves the room and begins heading downstairs.

As he walks he finds himself growing VERY nervous, jumping at shadows and shivering, it takes all of his mental discipline to not give in to it.

But his mind is already frayed from his slight insanity, this extra tension might be too much for it to bear....

<blockquote>quote:</font><hr>Originally posted by Cyril Darkcloud:


<font color=white>ooc: :D Bring along some extra batteries for the pace-maker then, darlin', we're gonna go for quite a ride when you get back. *LMAO*</font><hr></blockquote>

<font color="cyan"> OOC: :D Don't have a pace-maker hun, but I might need one after YOU get done with me! LMFAO*......O_o...so...WHEN does this ride start? *swoons dramatically*is fairly BOUNCING with excitement *L* :D </font>


IC: <font color="skyblue">She feels him place the locket in her hands, but never looks down, no does not look down, because she can't take her eyes off of him......~she feels the wind begin to build again, and feels it caress her in a warm embrace~she can literally FEEL the passion emanating from him, the excitement, the oneness with this wind he has called.She closes her eyes but for a brief moment as his hand caresses her cheek once more. ~She feels, rather than hears the undernotation of the word "woman" as he speaks, and somehow knows there is an invitation to this word, if she but gives herself, heart and soul to this man.......~ She feels the very air itself begin to enfold her in a warm embrace, as he stands away from her, his eyes never leaving her and waiting on her answer......~She tilts her head at him, smiles and gently places the locket in one hand, still not looking down, no....never
looking down, not until they are truly to be together, as she stands~ She hesitates not once, but takes a step forward....... reaching out with one hand, the palm up as in invitation, as in the promise for something better, as in a joining eternal.............As her hand
nearly touches him, she stops, smiles ~her eyes never leaving his~ and with just a look, gives her herself
unto him, heart, mind, body and soul.......................</font>

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The sudden power of her response and the strength of her trust surprise him. He reaches forward and catches her hand where it has stopped – holding it and allowing the touch itself a moment to speak. “The storms of our hearts have touched.” he says lacing his fingers into hers, “I would see that day..." He takes a measured breath before continuing, "... when our hands might touch without the aid of gloves and storms.”

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THE TAVERN

<font color=skyblue>Nooooooooo! Stay away from me! The whispers! The voices -- somebody keep them away from me! Noooooooooo! Clutching his head an adventurer runs out of the building, leaving behind his weapons and coin, and adds the shrieking of his voice to the noise of the storm. Terror has robbed the others of movement. Bartleby slumps to the floor beside the bar, his stormy bluster replaced by a numb silence. Maria, her entire body trembling, clings to him and sobs.</font>

<font color=silver>Yes! O yes! How fortunate for me that I sensed his power on the winds. So much he has left for me here. This is so much better – so much more .... hmmm ...... civilized ..... than those lonely places he wanders. He must have been weaker than I had thought to have come here .... hmmm ..... Ah, but I distract myself and there are flavors here yet to be tasted.</font>

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<font color="skyblue">"As would I Cyril Darkcloud,...as would I"She grips his hand tightly, and pulls him to her, wrapping her arms around him, and whispers in his ear,"The time has come to figure out what we are to do......."...
Slowly she brings the locket up, and still looking in his eyes, waits for him to tell her to look........</font>

AT THE TAVERN

An old woman in the corner, suddenly cackles madly, and drawing a knife stabs the man seated next to her, over and over. Before any one can respond, she runs thru the door, screaming at the top of her lungs headed for the watermill. She climbs to the top, cackling madly the whole time, and throws herself off the top, headfirst onto the rocky shore below. A thin trail of red blood swirls softly with the rushing spring water, slowly disappearing as the always flowing river courses downstream. The broken body of the old woman slowly slips into the water, carried gently downstream, the river singing her death song..............

Shadowhound stumbles in on TAOwolf and Cyril, "geez am i glad to see you guys. I am sorry i dissapeared but a theif nicked off with my dagger. So whats going on???"

ooc: Shadowhound, it would be pretty impossible to stumble in on Cyril and KayLisa at the moment -- unless you happen to have wandered in the range of 50 miles from the tavern, climb mountains well and have a truly interesting sense of appropriate timing -- lol.

A quick synopsis of the plot: Cyril and KayLisa are on top of a mountain far from the tavern. The tavern itself has been attacked by a mysterious creature that feeds off of the fear of its victims. Neb seems to be going mad and is presently in the tavern.