Part 3 of - The Shadow of Love

[Skydracgrrl]

Lyulfe

Lyulfe was totally surrounded by the darkness. It's velvety caress was telling him to let go, worry no longer... With indifference he watched a thin cord of coppery light weave its way down through the inky blackness, making its way to him. Brushing past his nose, he caught the scent of herbs that reminded him of beautiful, ancient islands, and someone that he knew... someone important...

The cord wrapped delicately around his hand, and Lyulfe watched it with wonder. Suddenly, the fragile thing no longer seemed so innocent as pain began to race up through his hand, feeling like lightning and liquid fire. He tried to jerk his hand away, but it merely wrapped itself tighter around it. The blackness began to become oppressive and thick, making it hard to breathe or even think... I must... go up... he gasped in his mind, his limbs finally regaining feeling.

He achingly moved his tired limbs to propel himself away from the darkness, following the path of the copper thread. After what seemed like ages Lyulfe could make out what appeared to be the mirrored surface. But.. it's still so far... away... he whispered in his mind, his energy drained. He tried to stop himself from being pulled downwards into the darkness below by grabbing onto the cord with two hands, causing pain to shoot through both of them. He frowned slightly as he watched some being look anxiously down at the rippling surface, someone from the real world. A name drifted across his mind.Ro..ng... Rong..! I can't... make it... so... tired... He tried to raise a hand towards her, but found his muscles too tired to do so. Help...call...me...


Use his name of power... A strange yet familiar voice brushed across Rong's mind, causing her to look up from Lyulfe in apprehension and confusion. Call him... it is the only way... he tires... you must summon him... It continued persistently. With your mind... bid him come to you... Eolandesamoradananne..!

ooc- more drama drama drama!
btw, try saying that name 10 times fast

[ 09-12-2004, 08:19 PM: Message edited by: Skydracgrrl ]

[Larry_OHF]

Rong

She watched him try to come back from his dark place, but could not. Then she was goaded on by a voice that was strangely familiar in feeling, yet foreign to anything she had ever experienced, and it gave her a word...no...a name to speak aloud that would help.

Whispering into Lyulfe's ear the name she said...
"Eolandesamoradananne! Eolandesamoradananne come back to me now! I will not let you pass from me Eolandesamoradananne!"

She picked his head up and cradled him in her lap.

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Larry

Larry could just stand there dumbfounded and watch, not knowing anything about this situation. He saw her say something to him, but did not hear what she was whispering and supposed that it was private between them. He silently prayed that Rong could save her friend that had fallen ill due to his service to him. Then he was aware of the Inquisitor behind him.

"You know...it seems that I can never escape from troubles like these. They follow me no matter what thread I am found in on these forums. Good inquisitor, what do you make of it all?"

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Nanashi

She scolwed at her brother.

"Say what you wish, forrr I am bound and can go nowherrre, only I cannot prrromise that it will change my opinion of you! Masterrr has told me the trrruth alrrready, and has shown me in a vision what trrranspirrred. But you have the rrright to trrry."

[ 09-13-2004, 01:35 PM: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]

[Legolas]

Inquisitor Marcos of Snowdale - 98/98

An ashen figure lying in Silverfall's room. The fallen ranger himself, in no better state when he was carried to the very same room, now looked revived and suspiciously innocent. There were traces of magic to be found all over the bedchamber. What he made of it was dark.

But in a way, Marcos figured, he had been fortunate. Silverfall was fit for travel, and his suspects were all of them gathered at the tavern. They would be leaving soon.

"You are both a resilent and fortuitous person, mister Silverfall, but even for you it would not be wise to linger here after the attempt on your life. Speak to noone unless you must, step no closer to others than you must. Even your allies cannot be trusted."

"We will have a finer time talking once the assassin is dealt with," he told Larry, not unkindly. "For now, gather your belongings and meet me downstairs."

With that he returned to the bar where he found Vincent, Arcades, Plaxica, Andrion and Silt all occupied with their own activities.

He cleared his throat to get their attention.

His piercing gaze visited each of them in turn.

The inquisitor stepped closer to the main entrance to make any swift escape more daunting.

"I am surprised to find you all here," he told them.
Louder, he continued "I am Inquisitor Marcos of Snowdale.

"On this very day, by the account of numerous witnesses, and before my own eyes, an attempt was made on the life of Larry Silverfall.
"Three are suspect of this low crime, for they were all of them sighted near the victim at the time of the assassination attempt. They are hereby placed under arrest, until they have been questioned, and judged innocent in this matter.
"There will be no argument in this, and any resistance offered will work against your plight. I ask you to come along quietly as I take you to a location more private and suitable for interrogation, and the unveiling of Truth."

With that, he raised his right index finger, and going down the line, pointed out his prisoners.

Vincent, Plaxica, Silt.

[dplax]

Plaxica 70/70

Plaxica nearly jumped in surprise when the Inquisitor's finger pointed at him, but then checked himself. That would have only made his situation worse. Insted he walked over to the Inquisitor.

"I am ready for the interrogation. Lead the way!"

[Elif Godson]

Vincent Pathfinder 98/98


A bit surprised that he had been singled out by the inquisitor, he sighed dejectedly and stood up from his stool " ah the life of the rogue, my Father told me there would be day's like these."
" I can tell you this Inquisitor, it was the merchant that did this I am sure, do not forget him, because if you do that to makes you suspect. I will come although I had nothing to do with the Attempt and I am glad Larry is still with us. I wasnt even near Larry when he fell.

[Larry_OHF]

Larry 03/13

While Marcos was downstairs arresting some of his friends, Larry was gathering up his backpack and what provisions he would need to go along with the Inquisitor. He did not know what the future would hold, but he became bitter that it was slowing down his attempt at bringing back his wife from the grave. The candle was in the possession of the Shadow of himself, the Mad Mage, and he did not know how to get it back, so there was not much to do at the moment until he could formulate a plan.

He finished packing and stumbled down the stairs, still weak from his attack, and waited for Marcos to finish his round-up and go with them in-tow.

[RoSs_bg2_rox]

Silt 80/80

Silt was sitting queitly, twiddling his thumbs nonchlantly and mulling over the days events. Everything had turned to chaos. Many secrets were unfolding in which Silt felt left out on, and he was sure that he really didn't know of all the events that had transpired that day.

This inquisitor fellow seemed to think himself in charge however, and he piped in with a speach which made Silt, the nimble elf, falter with his thumb twiddling.

He felt a surge of emotions. Anger. How could this man accuse he, the good natured Silt, as a prime suspect of Larry's attemtped assasination. He had only come here in the first place to help Larry, to get his life back on track. He had no intentions of hurting the great man. Larry, the one who was injured...maybe it was his fault. Maybe he should have acted quicker. Guilt started to niggle at him, he felt guilty that he could have let this happen, guilty that he could even be in a position to be accused of something like this. Guilty that they had failed to get the candle back, the simple quest which he could not even do. Silt also felt uncertainty for the first time in his life. Uncertain about his future; what would this inquisitor do? What would Larry think of him now? He hoped that Larry knew he had nothing to do with his injury. The two others the inquisitor singled out were adament that they had nothing to do with this, and so was Silt. He was certain someone else was to blame. Who was this inquisitor anyway? What right had he to decide what happened next. Silt very rarely made first opinions on someone, he would usually wait and see how things panned out. But this man, there was something...mysterious about him, which Silt wasn't overly fond of.

"So inquisitor, you think I, Silt of the Barken Wood,to be guilty of commiting this terrible crime on a man so very weak. You think I, a good natured elf who came to help Larry get back on track, to be evil enough to try and assasinate this man who was trying to get back on his feet. You think I, the man who held the presumed dead Larry to have stabbed him in the back. Well, think what you will, for I know it wasn't I who commited this sin. I will strive to find out what happened; and if this means helping you, then I suppose I must answer your questions, even though I would like to ask you some myself. So, I am ready to leave as I came here, innocent of any crime this world throws at me. Let us leave."

And with that Silt waited to see what the inquisitor would say, if anything, and was ready to leave.


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[Larry_OHF]

Larry 03/13

Larry spoke up as well.

"I must say, Marcos, that what Silt and Vincent say is true. They did not have anything to do with it, and even Vincent would have had many opportunities earlier than today to have done it, if he were the culprit. I do not know well the man named Andrion nor this Plaxica, but as for the others I can vouch for their integrity. Do they really need to be taken in just because they were witness to the attempt at my murder?"

[ 09-13-2004, 01:46 PM: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]

[Legolas]

Inquisitor Marcos of Snowdale - 98/98

The inquisitor nodded, not unhappy with the way events were moving so far. Likely the would-be assassin was even now making plans to run off at the first oppertunity, but for now he seemed reluctant to reveal himself.
They were all of them near Silverfall when he was struck down, and Marcos felt certain that, if the wound was not inflicted by magic from afar, the killer was there with him in the room.
And already confronting the suspects with the deed had yielded a potential accomplice.

He turned to Vincent, wanting to learn more before he gave Silverfall his final answer.

"You speak of the travelling merchant Kyrthinin, who was at my side when the goblin showed and vanished briefly after. What is your relation to this man, why would he be suspect, where is he to be found now? Who is there to support your claim?"

[Morgeruat]

Roderik

The giants were tall, stark, and terrifying in their size, and the void of emotion they exuded. Emotion was the very conerstone of Roderik's work, through it he changed minds, caused wars, conjured loyalty, and loyal beasts. But what use were such powers to sway the hearts of men and beasts on those without hearts, even the Reaper was a creature of passion as well as cold logic. Lacking his lute, he checked his boot for the harmonica he kept there for long rides and rejoiced that it hadn't been removed. He began playing a tuneless song on it, testing to see if it had been damaged at all. When he was satisfied that it wasn't, he began to play a dirge, a low sorrowful song of failed duty, and lost passions, and although no words accompanied the song it's message was clear.