Part 3 of - The Shadow of Love

[Skydracgrrl]

Liam

Liam arrived back at the tavern just in time to see a miraculously healed, albeit tired, Larry shove a door open and stagger against the nearby wall, shouting for help. Noticing the Inquisitor eyeing him curiously, he was reminded of his burden. Carrying her gently, he attempted to get past the Inquisitor.

"I am surre you have many questions, sirr," he said politely. "Howeverr, I do not believe you arre so unrreasonable as to not let me find a place forr my... frriend to rrest and rrecoverr herr senses," he said delicately, carefully phrasing his sentence.

ooc- pm Larry

[Legolas]

Inquisitor Marcos of Snowdale - 98/98

Marcos looked the aristocrat and his unconscious 'friend' over, then gave a curt nod. Although they were undoubtedly involved in some way, he had no interest in them.

"Care for your friend," he said, glancing over his shoulder, "but I'll not risk your lingering near Silverfall."

With that the inquisitor followed Liam up the stairs, intending to investigate what Larry was yelling about, but wearily and with senses alert in case this was one of the Mage's tricks.

[ 09-12-2004, 08:47 AM: Message edited by: Legolas ]

[dplax]

Plaxica 70/70

He did not see anything down on the ground which could endanger the people in the tavern, so after a last wide circling around the area he landed in front of the tavern door and to the gasps of several bystanders shifted back to his human form. Ignoring the onlookers he stepped into the tavern. He spotted Rong and the elf who had been with her and Lyulfe earlier speaking and went over to them.

"It seems that the danger has passed. Have you heard anything of Larry? Does he still live?"

[Larry_OHF]

Rong speaking to Plaxica


"We do not yet know. Some of his friends left, chasing somebody, and a couple others went towards the woods as if they spotted trouble from that route. All around us, action is erupting, and it due to the return of Silverfall to this tavern. That Marcos over there will not even let us...wait...he is gone now! Maybe we can get in! Come on!"

Rong ran in the direction of the tavern door, where Marcos had been standing earlier, as though he did not want anyone running in and seeing Larry. Now he ws gone, and the doorway was open. She charged in, moreso in a haste to find out what had happened to her friend Lyulfe, as she owed him more allegiance than L. Silverfall.



[ 09-12-2004, 04:27 PM: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]

[Skydracgrrl]

Liam

The aristocrat inclined his head politely, and began to make his way to a room nearby Larry. Walking past the upset man he murmured "It is good to see that you arre back on yourr feet so soon, Silverrfall. I believe this gentleman wishes to speak with you."

Walking past the room, Liam caught a sight of the unconscious elf and his brow wrinkled into a frown. Spotting Rong run in, a worried expression on her face, he called to her. "Yourr companion is in herre. I do not believe he is doing so well, if you have any healing knowledge then you should hurrry."

Turning from the group now gathered around Larry's room, he continued on and placed Nanashi gently on a bed. Shutting the door quietly, he walked over and made sure the bonds were secure but not painful. Once he was done reassuring himself that she was sporting no other wounds besides a nasty bump to the head, the man settled himself into a chair and proceeded to watch and wait.

EDIT- pm larry

[ 09-12-2004, 04:43 PM: Message edited by: Skydracgrrl ]

[Larry_OHF]

Nanashi

After a while, the huntress awoke, and immediately tried to spring up and defend herself, wherever she was. But she realized that she was tied down and on a bed, and the room was quite...except for one thing.

She turned her head ever so lazily over to where she heard her brother shifting in his chair and scowled at him.

"You should have killed me alrrready!
I shall not wait so long when it comes my turrrn to kill you!!!

She then struggled against the bonds in vain for a second.

"Do you think to have me torrrtured as motherrr was?"

Her muscles relaxed considerably. Sorrow etched into her voice.

"Why? Why brrrotherrr?
That is what I have been wanting to ask you all these yearrrs..."

[ 09-12-2004, 05:12 PM: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]

[Larry_OHF]

Rong Er

She heard Liam tell her that now Lyulfe lay injured on the floor, and so she sprang up the steps and into the hallway as quickly as a nimble elf would and darted right past the man in the golden suit, turning a left and pushing past Larry who nearly lost his balance for his weakness of limbs.

She fell down to Lyulfe's side and surveyed the scene. No injuries, just apparently exausted from exerting too much power...into what? She turned her head to peer at Larry who was entering the room and understood. Lyulfe had nearly killed himself trying to save that one.

"Oh Lyulfe, why would you do this for a man you hardly know?
Why hurt yourself like this?"

She opened the pouch on her wrist band and selected a needle. She then stuck this needle in a carefully selected spot on the back of Lyulfe's neck. This put him into a deep rest, that helped control his heart rate and breathing. Next, she chose a larger needle and this one she placed in the middle of his back. It helped keep his senses operational so as to not slip away into death. It made him feel the aliveness of the flesh.
After these two pins were placed, which held his life in place literally, her next task was to heal him and give him more life than he already had. He had exausted his entire being into what he did for Larry, and she hoped that the brat would never forget this day that another nearly died for him. She took out from her pocket a small velvet pouch that was tied with a golden string and placed her finger and thumb into the pouch, pulling out a pinch of a ground-up herb that was a secret family recipe for cases dealing in life-saving. This herb she took and put into the palm of her hand and added a drop of liquid from a vial she had tucked away in another pocket upon it, then stirred it. It produced a sweet-smelling fragrance in the air. She took this paste that she had made and placed it upon the upper lip of Lyulfe, as to allow him to breathe in the scent. After counting to herself that he had taken in 20 breaths, she removed the herb, removed the pins, and took his hand in her's, finding the pressure point that lies between the thumb and fore-finger, and pressing down hard upon it.

OOC>>>Lyulfe should awake due to the great pain being applied to hand if the medicine she administered aided him. The herb was an Eastern medicinal flower that rejuvenates the health and quickens the mind in a semi-magical way. The flower is grown by magical influence, but does not need magic to be cast in order to heal.

This was just a way to try to keep true to Rong's character and heritage and also to introduce a new power. Tao would have loved to seen this in action, due to her personage.

[ 09-12-2004, 05:37 PM: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]

[RoSs_bg2_rox]

Silt 80/80

Larry had fallen into Silt's hands, dead for all he knew, and then he was quickly ordered to get the once great man, who looked so weak now, up to a room where Lyulfe would see to him. He did as he was told and then left. Silt calmly watched as everything around him erupted into chaos. He watched Tao run into nothingness through a door which was obviously from the shadow, he watched Andrion be taken down and bound for later questioning, he watched an owl fly through the wood, along with Liam. He watched, and took everything in, for future reference. He also noticed that the inquisitor seemed to have the same idea, although he did offer a few words once or twice. And then it was Rong's turn to join the panic, and she ran off too. So he was alone...with Plaxica. A man whom he had just met and didn't know well at all. A moments awkward silence seemed to pass, as Silt looked at his new companion, and then he regained his senses and decided it would be time for the two of them to move towards the tavern. "Come Plaxica, I think you and I should go and see what is happening right now, maybe we can lend a hand." And without further a do Silt walked in the direction of the tavern.

[dplax]

Plaxica 70/70

Plaxica did not even have time to reply to Rong before she started running towards the tavern. He decided to follow her, when the elf, what was his name? ah yes Silt he now remembered, spoke to him.

"You are right. Besides while scouting around I did not notice any immediate danger in the surroundings of the tavern. If there is danger it shall come from the two prisoners in the tavern. Let's go and have a look at what the situation is inside."

Plaxica then pushed the door open for Silt to be able to go through and then followed him.

[Skydracgrrl]

ooc- ahh, drama drama drama [img]smile.gif[/img]

ic- Liam

Liam's face changed from gladness from Nanashi's consciousness to sorrow at her angry and pained words.

"Torrturre? What is this that you speak of, sisterr? I would neverr hurrt Motherr, orr you... she was the one who drrove me away, to ensurre that I did not get hurrt..." He gave her a confused look. "Do you not rrememberr? Well, you werre verry young... perrhaps you do not rrememberr... but... frrom what you have told me, I assume that Motherr is no longerr alive..."

He raised his hands to his face, overcome with sadness. After a moment Liam was able to contain himself, and he lowered them shakily to his lap. "Overr the yearrs, when she neverr came forr me, I thought that something must have happened... Forrgive me forr leaving you tied up, I would untie you in an instant if I knew that you would not attack me orr the otherrs," the man appologized.

He went silent for a moment, brooding and staring at Nanashi with his golden eyes. "Beforre you continue to condemn me, would you please listen to what I know? I rrealise now that sometime thrroughout the yearrs you have gained a misconception of what happened in the past... If you still wish to kill me, at least I may die knowing that you know the trruth." The aristocrat looked at Nanashi neither pleading nor commanding, and waited for her decision.