Tavern by the Creek (The Curses) Part III

[Cyril Darkcloud]

They touch the ground within the circle made by the wolves and he smiles at the differentiated nearness of the pup and the one called StarLight. Taking her newly marked hand in his own, he turns its palm upward. The silver purple of the rune glows softly against the moonlight and he traces the new streaks of color with his fingers. “This is the hand with which you struck out at the lingering presence of the Ru’ah ha’mot’tah as I stopped your falling,” he says quietly. His eyes fixed upon her hand, he does not see the expression of puzzlement coming over her face. “These new lines,” he whispers, “are the mark of the Stormy Daughter of the Wind.” He pauses a moment before his eyes find hers and he continues with a smile, “She whose anger cannot be held in check.” His hand glides slowly along the side of her cheek and continues its movement along her neck until stopping at the locket. “Keep it with you this night,” he whispers, “that you might begin to know the one who will be our other daughter.”

[TAOWolf]

~THE MOUNTAIN RANGE OF TRUILLAH~

The Fay're watches with an evil grin and steps back into the shimmering portal of the ley lines whispering as she goes, "Caillech, you and your hellhound Dormarth are free, join in the destruction, I go to free the others, sooon.....soon we will ALL be free".....................The whisper is followed by an evil laugh as she disappears back into the ley lines headed for the Valley Tower in Mirwall........

Caillech stretches and stands, her hunched body stiff with the long entombment of this place, and she reaches down, patting Dormarth on the head, "GO, my sweet........go and see what has become of this place. Find me flesh to eat, AHH the sweet flesh of humans, it is time to wreak the revenge we so sweetly deserve........GO!"

Dormarth glides like the shadow he is, grass and dirt burning in his wake as he runs east........

[TAOWolf]

She is confused by his mention of her striking out..........~I struck out at......I don't remember that.....~ As he looks at her hand, she frowns, puzzled by this...

She hides the look on her face from him, as his eyes meet hers again, and smiles...~she whose anger cannot be held in check....yes, just like me~. As his hand glides along her neck, and stops at the locket, she smiles and lifts the locket out of his hand into hers, "It would be a privilege to do so."

She turns looking at the wolves, and smiles. Seeing the look on Grounder's face she tries not to laugh, and turns back to Cyril, "Maybe you and Grounder could hunt us something to eat? I must talk with the pack and start a fire........." As she turns to make ready a fire, the troubled look flickers across her face again....

[TAOWolf]

~THE VALLEY TOWER IN MIRWALL~

Aine stops her pacing and stands stock still, head tilted as she hears a movement along the ley lines and smiles. "My sister, you have freed Caillech, and I shall be next..... She waits patiently, as she feels the Tower above her start to shake.......

The Fay're smiles and turns her blind eyes to the Tower as she steps out of the ley path. As she walks up to it, the ground shakes and trembles............. She raises her hands above her head, and lets out a horrible wail, its song building and cresting until the rune stones shatter like glass..........

Aine wipes the dust from her face, and steps out into the light for the first time in a VERY long time.

She smiles at the Fay're as she disappears back into the ley lines, "Thank you, sister...."

She looks around, and smiles. "Father, I come for you, and those who have a part in your soul.....oh you will pay now, yes Manannan, my father, you will now pay for all that you did to me........"

She lifts her head, and closes her eyes, inhaling deeply the air........."AHH, the sweet smell of souls for the taking, but where to begin?"....She opens her eyes, and walks the shadows of the tower, biding her time....

[Cyril Darkcloud]

He looks first at the young female called StarLight, catching her gaze and drawing it skyward with his own, first to the Fenrids and then to the other star, Sef’rus, the wolf that hunts outside the pack. As the wolf’s eyes remain on the star, he turns to Grounder. “Come, my young warrior,” he smiles at the pup as he gathers his weapons and starts toward the trees. He thinks back over the previous day and night, recalling the patterns of movement he had observed among the wolves. As the pup bounds after him he smiles, his tired limbs slightly jealous of its playful energy, and whispers, “Perhaps one day you shall teach the others the power of broken patterns.” He laughs softly seeing that the pup has much greater interest in his bootlaces than his words.

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[TAOWolf]

~THE DESERT OF SHALMIR~

Aoibhell hears movement outside, but it is behind her, and enclosed as she is in the an reul spiorad a chlach, she cannot turn around to see who it is. She feels an ultimate evil sweep over her, and her mind rejoices at the touch of one of her sisters............."Free me.............free me..........."

The Fay're lays her hands upon the star stone, and her blind eyes light with the fire of the two released...
The stone slowly turns black, until it is as shiny as new hemitite..........The surface begins to bubble, and slowlys melts away. The Fay're catches Aoibhell as she starts to fall, not used to standing on her own....

Aoibhell whispers, "Thank you my sister, I will be fine, just give me a few moments...." She smiles sitting on the melted rock as the Fay're re-enters the ley lines, disappearing from sight.....

"AHhh............ my revenge shall be MOST foul........ yes........." She reaches into the melted rock, and pulls out her harp, looking it over for flaws or damage......

"yes, my sweet, your soft song of death shall once again ring across the land, bringing me souls and death...."........

[Neb]

Neb used his powers to brighten the area as he entered the large room. It's walls were made from red marble, blood-red. The disconcerting effect of the white marble skulls that were piled around the room didn't touch the Psionic in anyway, he was heading directly for the raised marble alter in the center of the room.

As he set foot on the first step of the dais reaching to the altar he felt slightly scared, a weak rumbling went through the ground. As he advanced upwards the feeling grew stronger, only his madness and the Dead Wind was keeping him from turning around and running.

On the altar lay a skull in a pile of ash, it seemed to have lain undisturbed for a long time....

(OOC: Neb's quest was to acquire the skull and something else, was it a book or a weapon? I can't remember, sorry, been a while.)

[Cyril Darkcloud]

It becomes a game for the two of them, this hunting of game for dinner. This aggressive playfulness of the pup is how it learns and so they play, the two of them, but a different game with different rules of movement and waiting than those played in the clearing among the others of the pack. He learns quickly, this youngling called Grounder who plays so easily and so well. It is a small and simple game they play in their hunting, one easy to learn and easy to remember.

[TAOWolf]

Star stares upwards into the heavens, her eyes filled with the beauty of what she sees, and lays down, her gaze never leaving the heavens, as if she is memorizing every little detail.......

Grounder bounds along with Protector attacking this attacking that, in particular Cyril's bootlaces, then finally starts paying attention to the task at hand. FOOD he thinks. He watches Cyril carefully, learning just as he would from a member of the pack. He lifts his nose to the wind, and stops stock-still, little stubby tail pointed straight out, and growls softly. He looks up at Cyril then back into the scrub beneath the trees, then slowly starts to the right.............

[TAOWolf]

KayLisa sits on a log, a simple robe tucked between her thighs out of the way, her braided hair following the curves down her back, as she sticks a pan between her tanned legs. The setting suns soft rays gently wash over her as she picks up a knife, and begins peeling roots and vegetables, preparing a stew mixture.

She glances over at Star, and smiles watching her watch the heavens. ~Soon, my sweet one, you will be trained to follow those stars, and retrieve something of great value. Your name will be sung among the wolves with great honor~

She hears commotion in the brush, and chuckles softly, wondering what kind of trouble Grounder is getting Cyril into. She hopes Grounder will be a good teacher for Cyril about wolves, and about her pack in particular. She raises an eyebrow upon hearing a loud crash, and whispers "Tis easier to catch game without all that noise".

She laughs again, the first real heart-felt laugh in the last 24 hours, and she firmly puts all doubts and thoughts in those lines out of her mind for now. There is too much to get ready, and training to do.

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