Tavern by the creek Part II (The Storms) (all welcome) - Page 7

Neb · 02-25-2002, 06:03 PM

Neb looks at Shadowhound blankly, not seeing him, then turns back to listening to the Voice of the Dead Wind, sinking deeper into his madness, his desire for revenge.....

(OOC: Mind if Neb perhaps becomes the Wind's "host"? Carrying it around? Spreader of a psychic plague? His psionic skills could breach people's minds for it and his swordarm could defend it.)

TAOWolf · 02-25-2002, 06:27 PM

THE SWORD
~It's pure song slowly dies, realizing this soul is performin a ritual with the wind, and it respects this........the runes slowly fade, and at the last instant before returning to sleep, it feels the slight touch of an evil.......something......it sends a bite back towards it, a soft bite, but enough to let it know, that it is just as old, and just as wise, in the same sneaky way of the souls....the sword itself chuckles softly, and returns to looking like any other broadsword, ......almost..............~

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TAOWolf · 02-25-2002, 07:10 PM

She lightly touches Cyril on the shoulders,
pushing him back down to his knees, putting a finger to his lips
as he tries to protest........."You have performed your ritual,
it is time for mine.........." She disrobes completely, save
only the platinum bracer amulet around her neck, and braids her
hair, pulling the braid over her shoulder between her breasts. The
runes carved into her body, glow softly, 24 in all. She looks at him, her eyes glowing a bright purplish silver, and holds out her hand, asking "May I use your axe?"......~she will not be able to do this, if he does not allow her to use it~

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Cyril Darkcloud · 02-25-2002, 09:18 PM

He smiles as her fingers press against his lips -- the syllables of of his own language are still heavy upon his tongue. It would make no difference whether I spoke or not.... There is a calm assurance in her voice and he is struck by the strong and sudden movements between strength and weakness that have taken place between them and within them over these last hours. So curious this dance of ours, it will take time to learn its rhythms. His eyes, still adapted to the storm, follow the graceful flow of her movements, learning and enjoying the patterns of her gestures. Her assurance speaks to this strange peace that has settled upon him even as her emotions at the inn called the storms from him the previous night.

He breathes his assent to her request, but for the moment simply kneels waiting for his eyes to adjust to the stillness. Soon his eyes meet hers, and he savors their color. She has trusted me so readily, so deeply -- I will not deny her this, nor could I. He slowly rises to his feet, not in denial of his own weakness but to return her trust. A quiet smile on his face, he nods and places the weapon in her hands.

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TAOWolf · 02-25-2002, 09:25 PM

~She kneels down in front of him, and draws an ancient celtic knot on the ground, where she begins to place on the knot the following herbs, weapons, and rune stones (each runestone made from the wood that gives it power, and set with the gemstone of its power), setting them to the four directions and the five elements.........~

NORTH (tuath) - EARTH (talamh) -~flax, her staff, the runestone WUNJO, made of ash, and set with golden topaz~

EAST (ear) - AIR (aile) -~sage, her sword, the runestone TIWAZ, made of oak, and set with bloodstone~

WEST (iar) - WATER (uisge) -~sphagnum, his axe, the runestone URUZ, made of birch, and set with green agate~

SOUTH (deas) - FIRE (teine) -~nettle and cowslip, her dagger, the runestone FEHU, made of elder, and set with rose quartz, and the runestone KENAZ, made of pine, and set with amber~

the fifth element ingredients, she places in the center: CENTER (meadhonach) - SPIRIT (aigne) -~leek, a stone fetish of a celtic wolf and druid with the runestones URUZ, LAGUZ, WUNJO, KENAZ, FEHU, and BERKANA carved into the figures, with an orb of moonstone in the druid's hands, the runestone LAGUZ, made of willow, and set with azurite~

She looks him directly in the eyes, and without looking down, begins the ritual.........~the winds start to blow, and lightning cracks in the distance, but around them, the air is deadly still......................~...........

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TAOWolf · 02-25-2002, 09:30 PM

~she starts chanting: "beannaich sibh, spiorad de am talamh agus am tuath. Mise thir sibh am cumhachd seo de mo aigne.

~She shaves off a piece of her staff, where her hands touch the most, and places it in front of the druid/wolf fetish, with a tiny piece of the flax~

"beannaich sibh, spiorad de am aile agus am ear. Mise thir sibh am fuil seo de mo aigne.

~She sets a tiny piece of the sage in front of the fetish and picks up the sword, pricking her finger. She lets the blood drip onto the sage.~

~"beannaich sibh, spiorad de am uisage agus am iar. Mise thir sibh am na deoir seo de mo aigne.

~She sets a tiny piece of the sphagnum in front of the fetish and picks up the axe, letting her tears drop onto the axe. She lets the tears run off the axe onto the sphagnum.~

~"beannaich sibh, spiorad de am teine agus am deas. Mise thir sibh am falt seo de mo aigne.

~She sets a tiny piece of the nettle and cowslip in front of the fetish and picks up the dagger, cutting hair off the end of her braid. She sets the hair upon the nettle and cowslip.~

~"beannaich sibh, spiorad de am aigne agus am meadhonach. Mise thir sibh am tiodhlac seo de mo aigne.

She raises her hands above her head. She closes her eyes, and the runes upon her body, start to glow with the colors of their power................................."I invoke the powers of protection for this man, I have given of myself, and will protect him with the spiorad de am madadh-allaidh....."

The offerings placed in front of the fetish start to smoke. In a brilliant flash of light that knocks Cyril to his back, the fetish starts to glow. Smoke swirls around the figures, and out of the smoke step the shadowy figures of an ancient Druid and wolf.......They turn and look at Cyril then at TAO, and nod once, speaking in a voice of pure light together, "We have heard, and so shall it be, liath-madadh-allaidh". The Druid figure reaches down, and lays a hand on Cyril's forehead, leaving a rune only TAO and her kind will see, and give him a name........."nageamhraidhean madadh". The figure smiles and it and the wolf disappear slowly, fading away like the dawn's dew, the wolf letting out a long howl of protection, then they are gone............ KayLisa falls to her knees, and gulps air into her breath-starved lungs, only now realizing she was holding her breath. She looks at Cyril.................~it is done, and he has been blessed by the spirits of my people~................She smiles, and goes to him, and places his hands in hers.............

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Cyril Darkcloud · 02-25-2002, 10:54 PM

ooc: I’m not even going to think about wasting time describing the restoration of his health in this process – lol Now .... about that little matter of an overdue ride .....

The last of his stoic independence opens at her smile. He looks sky ward as she takes his hands and watches the winds sweep the last few dark clouds from the night sky. Breathing slowly and deeply, he holds her apart from him for a moment that he might see the starlight dance along her body. His eyes then find hers and he slowly pulls her to himself – enjoying the soft purple color he has come so quickly to appreciate in her eyes. He kisses her lightly on the forehead and breathes softly over her as he undoes the braid in her hair. Taking another lingering look at her he caresses the small of her back as his lips find hers. He lifts her as they kiss, cradling her body in his arms. Moving slowly, he carries her to a simple mossy bed recently dried by the wind.

TAOWolf · 02-25-2002, 11:18 PM

She smiles up at him, and as he carries her to the moss, she whispers but three words to him......"I..am..yours....". She wraps her arms around his neck as he gently lays her back on the moss bed, and she slowly reaches up,
helping him remove his clothes...........

OOC: me thinks thats all anyone is going to get to read of
THAT *LMAO*.............

THE TAVERN
Shadowhound feels the amulet in his pocket. The glow shows thru his trousers, faintly red. In his mind he hears a softer whisper, but no less agressive that tells him, "you can fight those whispers, child....think, use the amulet........use the amulet". The voice
sounds familiar to him............

OOC: If that won't help you, Shadowhound, let me know, and I'll re-write it.

Cyril Darkcloud · 02-25-2002, 11:49 PM

quote:
(OOC: Mind if Neb perhaps becomes the Wind's "host"? Carrying it around? Spreader of a psychic plague? His psionic skills could breach people's minds for it and his swordarm could defend it.)

ooc: Neb, that is a very cool idea, but it does have a couple problems. I'll PM you later on with some thoughts about how it might work.

TAOWolf · 02-26-2002, 01:30 PM

She awakens, and moves ever so gently, so she doesn't wake Cyril......She watches him sleep, his face not showing pain, just blissful sleep.........She looks around, noticing the sun is up, and looks at her sword. The rune FEHU carved into the hilt, is glowing a soft red, meaning danger.........She lightly sits up, and places a hand on Cryil's cheek, and kisses him softly. "Wake, nageamhraidhean madadh, there is trouble about......"

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02-25-2002, 11:49 PM	#69
Cyril Darkcloud Lord Soth Join Date: February 7, 2002 Location: New York Posts: 1,980	quote: (OOC: Mind if Neb perhaps becomes the Wind's "host"? Carrying it around? Spreader of a psychic plague? His psionic skills could breach people's minds for it and his swordarm could defend it.) ooc: Neb, that is a very cool idea, but it does have a couple problems. I'll PM you later on with some thoughts about how it might work. __________________ One does not control the Wind. One enters it, feels its freedom. And moves.

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02-25-2002, 06:03 PM	#61
Neb Account deleted by Request Join Date: May 17, 2001 Location: . Age: 39 Posts: 8,802	Neb looks at Shadowhound blankly, not seeing him, then turns back to listening to the Voice of the Dead Wind, sinking deeper into his madness, his desire for revenge..... (OOC: Mind if Neb perhaps becomes the Wind's "host"? Carrying it around? Spreader of a psychic plague? His psionic skills could breach people's minds for it and his swordarm could defend it.)

02-25-2002, 06:27 PM	#62
TAOWolf White Dragon Join Date: December 1, 2001 Location: Mountains of Arkansas, US Posts: 1,887	THE SWORD ~It's pure song slowly dies, realizing this soul is performin a ritual with the wind, and it respects this........the runes slowly fade, and at the last instant before returning to sleep, it feels the slight touch of an evil.......something......it sends a bite back towards it, a soft bite, but enough to let it know, that it is just as old, and just as wise, in the same sneaky way of the souls....the sword itself chuckles softly, and returns to looking like any other broadsword, ......almost..............~ [ 02-25-2002: Message edited by: TAOWolf ]

02-25-2002, 07:10 PM	#63
TAOWolf White Dragon Join Date: December 1, 2001 Location: Mountains of Arkansas, US Posts: 1,887	She lightly touches Cyril on the shoulders, pushing him back down to his knees, putting a finger to his lips as he tries to protest........."You have performed your ritual, it is time for mine.........." She disrobes completely, save only the platinum bracer amulet around her neck, and braids her hair, pulling the braid over her shoulder between her breasts. The runes carved into her body, glow softly, 24 in all. She looks at him, her eyes glowing a bright purplish silver, and holds out her hand, asking "May I use your axe?"......~she will not be able to do this, if he does not allow her to use it~ [ 02-25-2002: Message edited by: TAOWolf ]

02-25-2002, 09:18 PM	#64
Cyril Darkcloud Lord Soth Join Date: February 7, 2002 Location: New York Posts: 1,980	He smiles as her fingers press against his lips -- the syllables of of his own language are still heavy upon his tongue. It would make no difference whether I spoke or not.... There is a calm assurance in her voice and he is struck by the strong and sudden movements between strength and weakness that have taken place between them and within them over these last hours. So curious this dance of ours, it will take time to learn its rhythms. His eyes, still adapted to the storm, follow the graceful flow of her movements, learning and enjoying the patterns of her gestures. Her assurance speaks to this strange peace that has settled upon him even as her emotions at the inn called the storms from him the previous night. He breathes his assent to her request, but for the moment simply kneels waiting for his eyes to adjust to the stillness. Soon his eyes meet hers, and he savors their color. She has trusted me so readily, so deeply -- I will not deny her this, nor could I. He slowly rises to his feet, not in denial of his own weakness but to return her trust. A quiet smile on his face, he nods and places the weapon in her hands. [ 02-25-2002: Message edited by: Cyril Darkcloud ]

02-25-2002, 09:25 PM	#65
TAOWolf White Dragon Join Date: December 1, 2001 Location: Mountains of Arkansas, US Posts: 1,887	~She kneels down in front of him, and draws an ancient celtic knot on the ground, where she begins to place on the knot the following herbs, weapons, and rune stones (each runestone made from the wood that gives it power, and set with the gemstone of its power), setting them to the four directions and the five elements.........~ NORTH (tuath) - EARTH (talamh) -~flax, her staff, the runestone WUNJO, made of ash, and set with golden topaz~ EAST (ear) - AIR (aile) -~sage, her sword, the runestone TIWAZ, made of oak, and set with bloodstone~ WEST (iar) - WATER (uisge) -~sphagnum, his axe, the runestone URUZ, made of birch, and set with green agate~ SOUTH (deas) - FIRE (teine) -~nettle and cowslip, her dagger, the runestone FEHU, made of elder, and set with rose quartz, and the runestone KENAZ, made of pine, and set with amber~ the fifth element ingredients, she places in the center: CENTER (meadhonach) - SPIRIT (aigne) -~leek, a stone fetish of a celtic wolf and druid with the runestones URUZ, LAGUZ, WUNJO, KENAZ, FEHU, and BERKANA carved into the figures, with an orb of moonstone in the druid's hands, the runestone LAGUZ, made of willow, and set with azurite~ She looks him directly in the eyes, and without looking down, begins the ritual.........~the winds start to blow, and lightning cracks in the distance, but around them, the air is deadly still......................~........... [ 02-25-2002: Message edited by: TAOWolf ]

02-25-2002, 09:30 PM	#66
TAOWolf White Dragon Join Date: December 1, 2001 Location: Mountains of Arkansas, US Posts: 1,887	~she starts chanting: "beannaich sibh, spiorad de am talamh agus am tuath. Mise thir sibh am cumhachd seo de mo aigne. ~She shaves off a piece of her staff, where her hands touch the most, and places it in front of the druid/wolf fetish, with a tiny piece of the flax~ "beannaich sibh, spiorad de am aile agus am ear. Mise thir sibh am fuil seo de mo aigne. ~She sets a tiny piece of the sage in front of the fetish and picks up the sword, pricking her finger. She lets the blood drip onto the sage.~ ~"beannaich sibh, spiorad de am uisage agus am iar. Mise thir sibh am na deoir seo de mo aigne. ~She sets a tiny piece of the sphagnum in front of the fetish and picks up the axe, letting her tears drop onto the axe. She lets the tears run off the axe onto the sphagnum.~ ~"beannaich sibh, spiorad de am teine agus am deas. Mise thir sibh am falt seo de mo aigne. ~She sets a tiny piece of the nettle and cowslip in front of the fetish and picks up the dagger, cutting hair off the end of her braid. She sets the hair upon the nettle and cowslip.~ ~"beannaich sibh, spiorad de am aigne agus am meadhonach. Mise thir sibh am tiodhlac seo de mo aigne. She raises her hands above her head. She closes her eyes, and the runes upon her body, start to glow with the colors of their power................................."*I invoke the powers of protection for this man, I have given of myself, and will protect him with the spiorad de am madadh-allaidh....." The offerings placed in front of the fetish start to smoke. In a brilliant flash of light that knocks Cyril to his back, the fetish starts to glow. Smoke swirls around the figures, and out of the smoke step the shadowy figures of an ancient Druid and wolf.......They turn and look at Cyril then at TAO, and nod once, speaking in a voice of pure light together, "We have heard, and so shall it be, liath-madadh-allaidh". The Druid figure reaches down, and lays a hand on Cyril's forehead, leaving a rune only TAO and her kind will see, and give him a name........."nageamhraidhean madadh". The figure smiles and it and the wolf disappear slowly, fading away like the dawn's dew, the wolf letting out a long howl of protection, then they are gone............ KayLisa falls to her knees, and gulps air into her breath-starved lungs, only now realizing she was holding her breath. She looks at Cyril.................~it is done, and he has been blessed by the spirits of my people*~................She smiles, and goes to him, and places his hands in hers............. [ 02-25-2002: Message edited by: TAOWolf ]

02-25-2002, 10:54 PM	#67
Cyril Darkcloud Lord Soth Join Date: February 7, 2002 Location: New York Posts: 1,980	ooc: I’m not even going to think about wasting time describing the restoration of his health in this process – lol Now .... about that little matter of an overdue ride ..... The last of his stoic independence opens at her smile. He looks sky ward as she takes his hands and watches the winds sweep the last few dark clouds from the night sky. Breathing slowly and deeply, he holds her apart from him for a moment that he might see the starlight dance along her body. His eyes then find hers and he slowly pulls her to himself – enjoying the soft purple color he has come so quickly to appreciate in her eyes. He kisses her lightly on the forehead and breathes softly over her as he undoes the braid in her hair. Taking another lingering look at her he caresses the small of her back as his lips find hers. He lifts her as they kiss, cradling her body in his arms. Moving slowly, he carries her to a simple mossy bed recently dried by the wind.

02-25-2002, 11:18 PM	#68
TAOWolf White Dragon Join Date: December 1, 2001 Location: Mountains of Arkansas, US Posts: 1,887	She smiles up at him, and as he carries her to the moss, she whispers but three words to him......"I..am..yours....". She wraps her arms around his neck as he gently lays her back on the moss bed, and she slowly reaches up, helping him remove his clothes........... OOC: me thinks thats all anyone is going to get to read of THAT LMAO............. THE TAVERN Shadowhound feels the amulet in his pocket. The glow shows thru his trousers, faintly red. In his mind he hears a softer whisper, but no less agressive that tells him, "you can fight those whispers, child....think, use the amulet........use the amulet". The voice sounds familiar to him............ OOC: If that won't help you, Shadowhound, let me know, and I'll re-write it.

02-26-2002, 01:30 PM	#70
TAOWolf White Dragon Join Date: December 1, 2001 Location: Mountains of Arkansas, US Posts: 1,887	She awakens, and moves ever so gently, so she doesn't wake Cyril......She watches him sleep, his face not showing pain, just blissful sleep.........She looks around, noticing the sun is up, and looks at her sword. The rune FEHU carved into the hilt, is glowing a soft red, meaning danger.........She lightly sits up, and places a hand on Cryil's cheek, and kisses him softly. "*Wake, nageamhraidhean madadh, there is trouble about......*" [ 02-26-2002: Message edited by: TAOWolf ]

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