Hazardous Times: Chapter XII - Yet More Intrigues - Page 19

Legolas · 08-31-2002, 12:15 PM

Legolas

Not sure what to say to that, he instead puts his arm around her and remains silent. It did not matter to him if she was indeed selfish, for he loved her all the same. The pain and the feeling of helplessness came from her tormenting herself with the thought she was, and his not knowing how to ease it.
He looked back to the fire, swallowing once or twice before losing himself in it's flames. After a time, he vaguely notes the sky's brightening, along with the shrinking of the fire, but most of his mind is elsewhere.

OOC: Happy late birthday Jen [img]graemlins/1partyguy.gif[/img]

Internet at home's acting strange of late, and I woulnd't be surprised if that's going to decrease my replies/day ratio. On the other hand, Uni starts in full on Monday, and there's cable internet there [img]smile.gif[/img]

[ 08-31-2002, 12:17 PM: Message edited by: Legolas ]

Legolas · 08-31-2002, 12:49 PM

Making more noise than would be healthy in most areas, two men on a lightbrown charger rode into Blandamour's camp before the paladin could reply to Sanael's words.

"I say," the well-dressed front rider said. "A damsel in distress? I do so hope we have the time to exchange pleasantries still."

Keeping his back straight, he helped himself from the saddle. The young man behind him quickly followed.

"I am Lord Castor, son of Orthas of Llinton. This young chap is my aide Vino. How do you do."

Castor gave a slight, stiff bow while Vino managed a deeper one.
The red lights playing around his ringmail switched to a new, slower dance.

[ 09-01-2002, 07:18 AM: Message edited by: Legolas ]

Attalus · 08-31-2002, 01:36 PM

ILLEK(Looks at her incredulously) "Lady Nataskia, fun? Well. I suppose that you could look at her that way, the same way that you admire the scales of a poisonous snake. She will take some handling, my dear, but your friend Drajlough seems to think you might be of help."

Attalus · 08-31-2002, 01:43 PM

SIR BLANDAMOUR (annoyed, he turns from Sanael)"Lord Castor, is it? Howd'yedo, I am Sir Blandamour, paladin and Knight-Banneret of the Order of the Radiant Heart of Lathander. May I know your business? Be quick, for we are about urgent work, here." (When the strangely-mounted pair does not immediately respond, he turns back to Sanael) "I agree, my good Elf. How could anyone know that she was in this howling wilderness to write a note to her? There's no sense to it! I fear foul play, and we must be certain of this elf's bona-fides. Let us set out at once."

Galadria · 08-31-2002, 02:04 PM

lADY GALADRIA (She takes polite leave of Lord Amroth, and, with Isaura, posts back to Tarashia. They arrive at the Order Building, and inquire after Blandamour, Roxanne, and Eliza, but no one there has seen them for weeks. She asks for an appointment with Sir Bors.)

Attalus · 08-31-2002, 02:34 PM

SIR BORS "Ah, Galadria, come in. How is Blandamour? I have not heard form him since I sent you all out after that orc's nest. Do you have anything to tell me about that?"

Legolas · 08-31-2002, 02:49 PM

As there seemed to be no continuous conversation going on between the man and the elf, Castor continued. Vino began hopping from one foot to the other.

"A pleasure to meet you, Sir Blandamour. It would seem I have stumbled upon the object of my search already, though you must forgive me if I am a bit hesitant to reveal all details of my cause. Hence, I shall give you a small test first.
As I understand it, you recently traveled in larger company, but part of the group has left to follow their own paths. You see, I had a conversation with the elf Legolas and his human companion Amy earlier, and the two of them asked me to relay a message to one Blandamour. The elf was clad in green and brown, the woman in white. If indeed you are the Blandamour I seek to speak, you can tell me what detail, if any, I altered just now. Am I correct in this?"

Attalus · 08-31-2002, 04:49 PM

SIR BLANDAMOUR (Bows stiffly) "Indeed, you name a friend when you name Legolas. As to there being another Blandamour de Vere, you need only to look at my horse to see my arms embroidered on his harness. If you are noble, surely you can read arms enough to do that. How may we assist you, my lord?"

mistral4543 · 08-31-2002, 08:40 PM

Jonathan

As he enters the room with Natasha, he flashes his brilliant white teeth again, nothing Horace's disgruntled demeanour, as well as the deliberately bored look on Ewan's face ~ Damnation! Natasha had better do something fast... ~ And he gently squeezes his wife's hand ~ "Thank you for responding to my call, gentlemen. I bring you news of the utmost importance."

Horace

"And when have you ever brought anything, otherwise?" ~ His voice booms, heralding the start of a rather awkward silence ~ "Name me just one instance when you haven't called ME, at least, due to 'news of the utmost importance'." ~ He gives another customary snort, and folds his arms, looking away to his left.

Natasha

Immediately, she glides over to Horace ~ "My dear Lord Horace, surely you would not turn down news when it has not been heard?" ~ Her soft voice pleads ~ "I beg of you, lend my husband a ear and make your own judgement after that." ~ Falling on her knees ~ "I beg you..." ~ And voice turns teary.

Horace

He draws back from her silky smooth hands, as if his hands have been scalded. Yet, feeling the burning stares of the remaining men upon his back, his cheeks turn scarlett and he has no choice but to reach out and hold her wrists, lifting her to her feet ~ "I er... you're putting me in a spot, milady." ~ Mumbling, he shuffles his feet ~ "You make me out to be the villain here."

Rupert

"Which you certainly are, my dear chap." ~ He dispels the tension with a hearty laugh, walking over to Natasha's side ~ "Forgive this uneducated warrior, Lady Natasha. He means well, but etiquette was never his strength." ~ Here he lowers his voice so that it is barely audible ~ "If you would allow me, I would make up to you all his heinous sins in abusing you so..." ~ Runs a finger down her left arm, as if it were the most natural thing for him to do.

Jonathan

His stone expression lapses after a second, a second too late for he catches Ewan's barely suppressed smirk. It is a brief struggle, indeed; then he lets a breath out slowly and walks over to the group ~ "Friends would forgive one another for any misdeeds, Rupert." ~ His tone was ironic and he strove to turn it relaxed ~ "Now, are you ready to hear my news or not?"

Ewan

"I am interested in ANYTHING you have to say, Jonathan." ~ He smiles lazily, first at Jonathan, then at Natasha ~ "Your welfare is of the utmost importance to me." ~ He shoots an ardent look at the latter.

Natasha

Flushing under the silent rebuke from her husband, she struggles to maintain her cheery composure while extracting herself from Rupert's tentacle ~ "Good! We are all agreed." ~ Stifling a scream as she feels another wanton tentacle roving about ~ "Jonathan, my dearest, you ought to get on with your message."

Jonathan

"Indeed." ~ Involuntarily, he fixes his gaze on Horace ~ "My claims are being challenged." ~ Then zooming in on Ewan with a glint in his eye ~ "You know what it means, gentlemen. If I fall, so do you." ~ Passing his wife's flushed face, he clenches his fists ~ "The paladins led by Sir Bors and Lady Galadria, I believe, will be making their way here. We must be prepared."

Rupert

"Prepared for what?" ~ He feigns a scoff, finally releasing Natasha ~ "Is this Lady Galadria a hot dish, just like N..." ~ Then remembers himself and smoothly picks another name ~ "...Natalie, my niece?" ~ He purses his lips for a moment ~ "For indeed if she is..."

Horace

"Enough of this nonsense!" ~ Barking, he points an accusatory finger at Ewan and Rupert ~ "All this frivolity when danger is at hand!" ~ He shakes his head in disgust ~ "Are you men or not?!" ~ Ignoring the wistful look that crosses Natasha's lovely face.

Ewan

"One must keep one's spirits up in times of crisis, Horace." ~ His voice is cool ~ "As for whether I am a man or not..." ~ He glances at Natasha deliberately ~ "... perhaps your ladyship would care to comment on that?"

Rupert

"Enough, already." ~ His face a picture of seriousness now, he faces Jonathan ~ "That was just a bit of friendly reunion, Jonathan, which I trust you will not take to heart, being the gentleman that you are." ~ Stroking his own chin thoughtfully ~ "I've heard of those two. Formidable foes indeed. What do you intend to do with them?"

Jonathan

"This is what I have in mind..."

mistral4543 · 08-31-2002, 09:21 PM

Sorsha

She leans against his shoulder, taking wordless comfort in his reassuring hug. As the flames of the fire continue to lick the air, she, too drifts off to a haze. Yet this time, she searches for Legolas - she must not lose him a second time! - and she sprints after him, not caring if she tramples on anything or trips and falls.

No, she must not lost him again... ever...

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08-31-2002, 12:15 PM	#181
Legolas Jack Burton Join Date: March 31, 2001 Location: The zephyr lands beneath the brine. Age: 41 Posts: 5,459	Legolas Not sure what to say to that, he instead puts his arm around her and remains silent. It did not matter to him if she was indeed selfish, for he loved her all the same. The pain and the feeling of helplessness came from her tormenting herself with the thought she was, and his not knowing how to ease it. He looked back to the fire, swallowing once or twice before losing himself in it's flames. After a time, he vaguely notes the sky's brightening, along with the shrinking of the fire, but most of his mind is elsewhere. OOC: Happy late birthday Jen [img]graemlins/1partyguy.gif[/img] Internet at home's acting strange of late, and I woulnd't be surprised if that's going to decrease my replies/day ratio. On the other hand, Uni starts in full on Monday, and there's cable internet there [img]smile.gif[/img] [ 08-31-2002, 12:17 PM: Message edited by: Legolas ]

08-31-2002, 12:49 PM	#182
Legolas Jack Burton Join Date: March 31, 2001 Location: The zephyr lands beneath the brine. Age: 41 Posts: 5,459	Making more noise than would be healthy in most areas, two men on a lightbrown charger rode into Blandamour's camp before the paladin could reply to Sanael's words. "I say," the well-dressed front rider said. "A damsel in distress? I do so hope we have the time to exchange pleasantries still." Keeping his back straight, he helped himself from the saddle. The young man behind him quickly followed. "I am Lord Castor, son of Orthas of Llinton. This young chap is my aide Vino. How do you do." Castor gave a slight, stiff bow while Vino managed a deeper one. The red lights playing around his ringmail switched to a new, slower dance. [ 09-01-2002, 07:18 AM: Message edited by: Legolas ]

08-31-2002, 01:36 PM	#183
Attalus Symbol of Bane Join Date: November 26, 2001 Location: Texas Age: 77 Posts: 8,167	ILLEK(Looks at her incredulously) "Lady Nataskia, fun? Well. I suppose that you could look at her that way, the same way that you admire the scales of a poisonous snake. She will take some handling, my dear, but your friend Drajlough seems to think you might be of help."

08-31-2002, 01:43 PM	#184
Attalus Symbol of Bane Join Date: November 26, 2001 Location: Texas Age: 77 Posts: 8,167	SIR BLANDAMOUR (annoyed, he turns from Sanael)"Lord Castor, is it? Howd'yedo, I am Sir Blandamour, paladin and Knight-Banneret of the Order of the Radiant Heart of Lathander. May I know your business? Be quick, for we are about urgent work, here." (When the strangely-mounted pair does not immediately respond, he turns back to Sanael) "I agree, my good Elf. How could anyone know that she was in this howling wilderness to write a note to her? There's no sense to it! I fear foul play, and we must be certain of this elf's bona-fides. Let us set out at once."

08-31-2002, 02:04 PM	#185
Galadria 20th Level Warrior Join Date: November 3, 2001 Location: Texas Age: 55 Posts: 2,830	lADY GALADRIA (She takes polite leave of Lord Amroth, and, with Isaura, posts back to Tarashia. They arrive at the Order Building, and inquire after Blandamour, Roxanne, and Eliza, but no one there has seen them for weeks. She asks for an appointment with Sir Bors.)

08-31-2002, 02:34 PM	#186
Attalus Symbol of Bane Join Date: November 26, 2001 Location: Texas Age: 77 Posts: 8,167	SIR BORS "Ah, Galadria, come in. How is Blandamour? I have not heard form him since I sent you all out after that orc's nest. Do you have anything to tell me about that?"

08-31-2002, 02:49 PM	#187
Legolas Jack Burton Join Date: March 31, 2001 Location: The zephyr lands beneath the brine. Age: 41 Posts: 5,459	As there seemed to be no continuous conversation going on between the man and the elf, Castor continued. Vino began hopping from one foot to the other. "A pleasure to meet you, Sir Blandamour. It would seem I have stumbled upon the object of my search already, though you must forgive me if I am a bit hesitant to reveal all details of my cause. Hence, I shall give you a small test first. As I understand it, you recently traveled in larger company, but part of the group has left to follow their own paths. You see, I had a conversation with the elf Legolas and his human companion Amy earlier, and the two of them asked me to relay a message to one Blandamour. The elf was clad in green and brown, the woman in white. If indeed you are the Blandamour I seek to speak, you can tell me what detail, if any, I altered just now. Am I correct in this?"

08-31-2002, 04:49 PM	#188
Attalus Symbol of Bane Join Date: November 26, 2001 Location: Texas Age: 77 Posts: 8,167	SIR BLANDAMOUR (Bows stiffly) "Indeed, you name a friend when you name Legolas. As to there being another Blandamour de Vere, you need only to look at my horse to see my arms embroidered on his harness. If you are noble, surely you can read arms enough to do that. How may we assist you, my lord?"

08-31-2002, 08:40 PM	#189
mistral4543 Ma'at - Goddess of Truth & Justice Join Date: September 5, 2001 Location: House of Freelight Age: 48 Posts: 3,159	Jonathan As he enters the room with Natasha, he flashes his brilliant white teeth again, nothing Horace's disgruntled demeanour, as well as the deliberately bored look on Ewan's face ~ Damnation! Natasha had better do something fast... ~ And he gently squeezes his wife's hand ~ "Thank you for responding to my call, gentlemen. I bring you news of the utmost importance." Horace "And when have you ever brought anything, otherwise?" ~ His voice booms, heralding the start of a rather awkward silence ~ "Name me just one instance when you haven't called ME, at least, due to 'news of the utmost importance'." ~ He gives another customary snort, and folds his arms, looking away to his left. Natasha Immediately, she glides over to Horace ~ "My dear Lord Horace, surely you would not turn down news when it has not been heard?" ~ Her soft voice pleads ~ "I beg of you, lend my husband a ear and make your own judgement after that." ~ Falling on her knees ~ "I beg you..." ~ And voice turns teary. Horace He draws back from her silky smooth hands, as if his hands have been scalded. Yet, feeling the burning stares of the remaining men upon his back, his cheeks turn scarlett and he has no choice but to reach out and hold her wrists, lifting her to her feet ~ "I er... you're putting me in a spot, milady." ~ Mumbling, he shuffles his feet ~ "You make me out to be the villain here." Rupert "Which you certainly are, my dear chap." ~ He dispels the tension with a hearty laugh, walking over to Natasha's side ~ "Forgive this uneducated warrior, Lady Natasha. He means well, but etiquette was never his strength." ~ Here he lowers his voice so that it is barely audible ~ "If you would allow me, I would make up to you all his heinous sins in abusing you so..." ~ Runs a finger down her left arm, as if it were the most natural thing for him to do. Jonathan His stone expression lapses after a second, a second too late for he catches Ewan's barely suppressed smirk. It is a brief struggle, indeed; then he lets a breath out slowly and walks over to the group ~ "Friends would forgive one another for any misdeeds, Rupert." ~ His tone was ironic and he strove to turn it relaxed ~ "Now, are you ready to hear my news or not?" Ewan "I am interested in ANYTHING you have to say, Jonathan." ~ He smiles lazily, first at Jonathan, then at Natasha ~ "Your welfare is of the utmost importance to me." ~ He shoots an ardent look at the latter. Natasha Flushing under the silent rebuke from her husband, she struggles to maintain her cheery composure while extracting herself from Rupert's tentacle ~ "Good! We are all agreed." ~ Stifling a scream as she feels another wanton tentacle roving about ~ "Jonathan, my dearest, you ought to get on with your message." Jonathan "Indeed." ~ Involuntarily, he fixes his gaze on Horace ~ "My claims are being challenged." ~ Then zooming in on Ewan with a glint in his eye ~ "You know what it means, gentlemen. If I fall, so do you." ~ Passing his wife's flushed face, he clenches his fists ~ "The paladins led by Sir Bors and Lady Galadria, I believe, will be making their way here. We must be prepared." Rupert "Prepared for what?" ~ He feigns a scoff, finally releasing Natasha ~ "Is this Lady Galadria a hot dish, just like N..." ~ Then remembers himself and smoothly picks another name ~ "...Natalie, my niece?" ~ He purses his lips for a moment ~ "For indeed if she is..." Horace "Enough of this nonsense!" ~ Barking, he points an accusatory finger at Ewan and Rupert ~ "All this frivolity when danger is at hand!" ~ He shakes his head in disgust ~ "Are you men or not?!" ~ Ignoring the wistful look that crosses Natasha's lovely face. Ewan "One must keep one's spirits up in times of crisis, Horace." ~ His voice is cool ~ "As for whether I am a man or not..." ~ He glances at Natasha deliberately ~ "... perhaps your ladyship would care to comment on that?" Rupert "Enough, already." ~ His face a picture of seriousness now, he faces Jonathan ~ "That was just a bit of friendly reunion, Jonathan, which I trust you will not take to heart, being the gentleman that you are." ~ Stroking his own chin thoughtfully ~ "I've heard of those two. Formidable foes indeed. What do you intend to do with them?" Jonathan "This is what I have in mind..."

08-31-2002, 09:21 PM	#190
mistral4543 Ma'at - Goddess of Truth & Justice Join Date: September 5, 2001 Location: House of Freelight Age: 48 Posts: 3,159	Sorsha She leans against his shoulder, taking wordless comfort in his reassuring hug. As the flames of the fire continue to lick the air, she, too drifts off to a haze. Yet this time, she searches for Legolas - she must not lose him a second time! - and she sprints after him, not caring if she tramples on anything or trips and falls. No, she must not lost him again... ever...

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