Tavern by the creek Part II (The Storms) (all welcome) - Page 2

TAOWolf · 02-20-2002, 05:52 PM

~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......................~

Cyril Darkcloud · 02-20-2002, 06:24 PM

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.”

TAOWolf · 02-20-2002, 06:44 PM

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..........

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Cyril Darkcloud · 02-20-2002, 08:25 PM

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 .......

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TAOWolf · 02-20-2002, 10:36 PM

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...........

Tiamat · 02-20-2002, 10:43 PM

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.

Tiamat · 02-20-2002, 10:50 PM

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.

Tiamat · 02-20-2002, 11:06 PM

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

TAOWolf · 02-20-2002, 11:14 PM

OOC:THANKS HUN!!! [img]graemlins/nibbles.gif[/img]

KAYLISA
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..............

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Cyril Darkcloud · 02-20-2002, 11:32 PM

Just prior to TAO's last post.

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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02-20-2002, 05:52 PM	#11
TAOWolf White Dragon Join Date: December 1, 2001 Location: Mountains of Arkansas, US Posts: 1,887	~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......................~

02-20-2002, 06:24 PM	#12
Cyril Darkcloud Lord Soth Join Date: February 7, 2002 Location: New York Posts: 1,980	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.”

02-20-2002, 06:44 PM	#13
TAOWolf White Dragon Join Date: December 1, 2001 Location: Mountains of Arkansas, US Posts: 1,887	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.......... [ 02-20-2002: Message edited by: TAOWolf ]

02-20-2002, 08:25 PM	#14
Cyril Darkcloud Lord Soth Join Date: February 7, 2002 Location: New York Posts: 1,980	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 ....... [ 02-20-2002: Message edited by: Cyril Darkcloud ]

02-20-2002, 10:36 PM	#15
TAOWolf White Dragon Join Date: December 1, 2001 Location: Mountains of Arkansas, US Posts: 1,887	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...........

02-20-2002, 10:43 PM	#16
Tiamat Banned User Join Date: October 6, 2001 Location: In Abyss Posts: 1,181	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.

02-20-2002, 10:50 PM	#17
Tiamat Banned User Join Date: October 6, 2001 Location: In Abyss Posts: 1,181	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.

02-20-2002, 11:06 PM	#18
Tiamat Banned User Join Date: October 6, 2001 Location: In Abyss Posts: 1,181	Ill try and bring Baal back from the Abyss when im not in this thread! So Baal........ back to damnation u go!

02-20-2002, 11:14 PM	#19
TAOWolf White Dragon Join Date: December 1, 2001 Location: Mountains of Arkansas, US Posts: 1,887	OOC:THANKS HUN!!! [img]graemlins/nibbles.gif[/img] KAYLISA 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.............. [ 02-20-2002: Message edited by: TAOWolf ]

02-20-2002, 11:32 PM	#20
Cyril Darkcloud Lord Soth Join Date: February 7, 2002 Location: New York Posts: 1,980	Just prior to TAO's last post. 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. [ 02-21-2002: Message edited by: Cyril Darkcloud ]

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