Tavern by the creek Part II (The Storms) (all welcome) - Page 4

Cyril Darkcloud · 02-21-2002, 09:33 PM

quote:
*LMAO* psst. never leave a lady waiting when in the throes of passion! *LMAO*

ooc:

Bring along some extra batteries for the pace-maker then, darlin', we're gonna go for quite a ride when you get back. *LMAO*

ic: He greets her smile with his own. He kisses her lightly on her forehead and caresses her cheek allowing his hand to linger on the side of her face. “We start where our last conversation stopped – with an explosion,” he laughs. Having taken the locket from her, he opens it and places it in her hands all the while holding her eyes with his own. The winds have begun to build again and his voice intensifies even as it softens. “I have dared to think many things this last night that I had not dared think before, woman.” He returns his hand to her cheek, brushing it once more.

Woman he calls her, the word chosen to undo the speaking of the previous night when he invoked sacred boundaries against an outsider’s trespass. Woman – there is a note of invitation in his words, an opening of sacred space to receive her. The air itself enfolds her even as he gently removes himself from her embrace and rises to his feet. He stands, intensely alive in the mounting winds, his eyes fixed on her face.

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Cyril Darkcloud · 02-22-2002, 03:30 AM

THE TAVERN

One by one, those inside the tavern become furtive and withdrawn, trembling in the damp air that has settled into the building. Nerves have become strangely tense and the patrons eye one another with suspicion if they look to one another at all. The uneasiness affects everyone and, to calm themselves, they breathe deeply, unwittingly drawing the terrible hunger into themselves.

Yes, fools, respond to my touch with your quivering. O yes, by all means, calm yourselves, fill your lungs with my whispers. O! The things I have to speak to you!

The dozens of fears and insecurities hidden within each person in the tavern suddenly begin their own speaking, and unease is replaced by terror. Hands begin to tremble visibly, eyes have grown wide, patrons and staff begin to seek out hiding places or have huddled together and the first sobbing notes of emotional collapse are sounded.

Yes, listen to me, my voice is within you and there is no escaping. Ah! To savor these tears and this trembling, but there is still so much more to draw forth. Let me open for you the voices of your fears ......

Panic takes over within the tavern as sobs and screams are released into the stale and hungry air.

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Neb · 02-22-2002, 03:47 AM

Neb's heart begins hammering heavily and a strange fear and nervousness overwhelms his mind, he quickly leaves the room and begins heading downstairs.

As he walks he finds himself growing VERY nervous, jumping at shadows and shivering, it takes all of his mental discipline to not give in to it.

But his mind is already frayed from his slight insanity, this extra tension might be too much for it to bear....

TAOWolf · 02-22-2002, 04:43 AM

quote:
Originally posted by Cyril Darkcloud:

ooc: Bring along some extra batteries for the pace-maker then, darlin', we're gonna go for quite a ride when you get back. *LMAO*

OOC:

Don't have a pace-maker hun, but I might need one after YOU get done with me! LMFAO*......O_o...so...WHEN does this ride start? *swoons dramatically*is fairly BOUNCING with excitement *L*

IC: She feels him place the locket in her hands, but never looks down, no does not look down, because she can't take her eyes off of him......~she feels the wind begin to build again, and feels it caress her in a warm embrace~she can literally FEEL the passion emanating from him, the excitement, the oneness with this wind he has called.She closes her eyes but for a brief moment as his hand caresses her cheek once more. ~She feels, rather than hears the undernotation of the word "woman" as he speaks, and somehow knows there is an invitation to this word, if she but gives herself, heart and soul to this man.......~ She feels the very air itself begin to enfold her in a warm embrace, as he stands away from her, his eyes never leaving her and waiting on her answer......~She tilts her head at him, smiles and gently places the locket in one hand, still not looking down, no....never
looking down, not until they are truly to be together, as she stands~ She hesitates not once, but takes a step forward....... reaching out with one hand, the palm up as in invitation, as in the promise for something better, as in a joining eternal.............As her hand
nearly touches him, she stops, smiles ~her eyes never leaving his~ and with just a look, gives her herself
unto him, heart, mind, body and soul.......................

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Cyril Darkcloud · 02-22-2002, 10:54 AM

The sudden power of her response and the strength of her trust surprise him. He reaches forward and catches her hand where it has stopped – holding it and allowing the touch itself a moment to speak. “The storms of our hearts have touched.” he says lacing his fingers into hers, “I would see that day..." He takes a measured breath before continuing, "... when our hands might touch without the aid of gloves and storms.”

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Cyril Darkcloud · 02-22-2002, 11:26 AM

THE TAVERN

Nooooooooo! Stay away from me! The whispers! The voices -- somebody keep them away from me! Noooooooooo! Clutching his head an adventurer runs out of the building, leaving behind his weapons and coin, and adds the shrieking of his voice to the noise of the storm. Terror has robbed the others of movement. Bartleby slumps to the floor beside the bar, his stormy bluster replaced by a numb silence. Maria, her entire body trembling, clings to him and sobs.

Yes! O yes! How fortunate for me that I sensed his power on the winds. So much he has left for me here. This is so much better – so much more .... hmmm ...... civilized ..... than those lonely places he wanders. He must have been weaker than I had thought to have come here .... hmmm ..... Ah, but I distract myself and there are flavors here yet to be tasted.

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TAOWolf · 02-22-2002, 07:16 PM

"As would I Cyril Darkcloud,...as would I"She grips his hand tightly, and pulls him to her, wrapping her arms around him, and whispers in his ear,"The time has come to figure out what we are to do......."...
Slowly she brings the locket up, and still looking in his eyes, waits for him to tell her to look........

TAOWolf · 02-22-2002, 08:44 PM

AT THE TAVERN

An old woman in the corner, suddenly cackles madly, and drawing a knife stabs the man seated next to her, over and over. Before any one can respond, she runs thru the door, screaming at the top of her lungs headed for the watermill. She climbs to the top, cackling madly the whole time, and throws herself off the top, headfirst onto the rocky shore below. A thin trail of red blood swirls softly with the rushing spring water, slowly disappearing as the always flowing river courses downstream. The broken body of the old woman slowly slips into the water, carried gently downstream, the river singing her death song..............

shadowhound · 02-22-2002, 09:56 PM

Shadowhound stumbles in on TAOwolf and Cyril, "geez am i glad to see you guys. I am sorry i dissapeared but a theif nicked off with my dagger. So whats going on???"

Cyril Darkcloud · 02-23-2002, 01:45 AM

ooc: Shadowhound, it would be pretty impossible to stumble in on Cyril and KayLisa at the moment -- unless you happen to have wandered in the range of 50 miles from the tavern, climb mountains well and have a truly interesting sense of appropriate timing -- lol.

A quick synopsis of the plot: Cyril and KayLisa are on top of a mountain far from the tavern. The tavern itself has been attacked by a mysterious creature that feeds off of the fear of its victims. Neb seems to be going mad and is presently in the tavern.

02-21-2002, 09:33 PM	#31
Cyril Darkcloud Lord Soth Join Date: February 7, 2002 Location: New York Posts: 1,980	quote: LMAO psst. never leave a lady waiting when in the throes of passion! LMAO ooc: Bring along some extra batteries for the pace-maker then, darlin', we're gonna go for quite a ride when you get back. LMAO ic: He greets her smile with his own. He kisses her lightly on her forehead and caresses her cheek allowing his hand to linger on the side of her face. “We start where our last conversation stopped – with an explosion,” he laughs. Having taken the locket from her, he opens it and places it in her hands all the while holding her eyes with his own. The winds have begun to build again and his voice intensifies even as it softens. “I have dared to think many things this last night that I had not dared think before, woman.” He returns his hand to her cheek, brushing it once more. Woman he calls her, the word chosen to undo the speaking of the previous night when he invoked sacred boundaries against an outsider’s trespass. Woman – there is a note of invitation in his words, an opening of sacred space to receive her. The air itself enfolds her even as he gently removes himself from her embrace and rises to his feet. He stands, intensely alive in the mounting winds, his eyes fixed on her face. [ 02-22-2002: Message edited by: Cyril Darkcloud ]

02-22-2002, 04:43 AM	#34
TAOWolf White Dragon Join Date: December 1, 2001 Location: Mountains of Arkansas, US Posts: 1,887	quote: Originally posted by Cyril Darkcloud: ooc: Bring along some extra batteries for the pace-maker then, darlin', we're gonna go for quite a ride when you get back. LMAO OOC: Don't have a pace-maker hun, but I might need one after YOU get done with me! LMFAO......O_o...so...WHEN does this ride start? swoons dramaticallyis fairly BOUNCING with excitement L* IC: She feels him place the locket in her hands, but never looks down, no does not look down, because she can't take her eyes off of him......~she feels the wind begin to build again, and feels it caress her in a warm embrace~she can literally FEEL the passion emanating from him, the excitement, the oneness with this wind he has called.She closes her eyes but for a brief moment as his hand caresses her cheek once more. ~She feels, rather than hears the undernotation of the word "woman" as he speaks, and somehow knows there is an invitation to this word, if she but gives herself, heart and soul to this man.......~ She feels the very air itself begin to enfold her in a warm embrace, as he stands away from her, his eyes never leaving her and waiting on her answer......~She tilts her head at him, smiles and gently places the locket in one hand, still not looking down, no....never looking down, not until they are truly to be together, as she stands~ She hesitates not once, but takes a step forward....... reaching out with one hand, the palm up as in invitation, as in the promise for something better, as in a joining eternal.............As her hand nearly touches him, she stops, smiles ~her eyes never leaving his~ and with just a look, gives her herself unto him, heart, mind, body and soul....................... [ 02-22-2002: Message edited by: TAOWolf ] [ 02-22-2002: Message edited by: TAOWolf ]

02-22-2002, 09:56 PM	#39
shadowhound Ma'at - Goddess of Truth & Justice Join Date: November 24, 2001 Location: Australia Age: 39 Posts: 3,281	Shadowhound stumbles in on TAOwolf and Cyril, "geez am i glad to see you guys. I am sorry i dissapeared but a theif nicked off with my dagger. So whats going on???" __________________ Carpe Noctem: Ph’nglui mglw’nafh cthulhu r’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn.

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02-22-2002, 03:30 AM	#32
Cyril Darkcloud Lord Soth Join Date: February 7, 2002 Location: New York Posts: 1,980	THE TAVERN One by one, those inside the tavern become furtive and withdrawn, trembling in the damp air that has settled into the building. Nerves have become strangely tense and the patrons eye one another with suspicion if they look to one another at all. The uneasiness affects everyone and, to calm themselves, they breathe deeply, unwittingly drawing the terrible hunger into themselves. Yes, fools, respond to my touch with your quivering. O yes, by all means, calm yourselves, fill your lungs with my whispers. O! The things I have to speak to you! The dozens of fears and insecurities hidden within each person in the tavern suddenly begin their own speaking, and unease is replaced by terror. Hands begin to tremble visibly, eyes have grown wide, patrons and staff begin to seek out hiding places or have huddled together and the first sobbing notes of emotional collapse are sounded. Yes, listen to me, my voice is within you and there is no escaping. Ah! To savor these tears and this trembling, but there is still so much more to draw forth. Let me open for you the voices of your fears ...... Panic takes over within the tavern as sobs and screams are released into the stale and hungry air. [ 02-22-2002: Message edited by: Cyril Darkcloud ]

02-22-2002, 03:47 AM	#33
Neb Account deleted by Request Join Date: May 17, 2001 Location: . Age: 39 Posts: 8,802	Neb's heart begins hammering heavily and a strange fear and nervousness overwhelms his mind, he quickly leaves the room and begins heading downstairs. As he walks he finds himself growing VERY nervous, jumping at shadows and shivering, it takes all of his mental discipline to not give in to it. But his mind is already frayed from his slight insanity, this extra tension might be too much for it to bear....

02-22-2002, 10:54 AM	#35
Cyril Darkcloud Lord Soth Join Date: February 7, 2002 Location: New York Posts: 1,980	The sudden power of her response and the strength of her trust surprise him. He reaches forward and catches her hand where it has stopped – holding it and allowing the touch itself a moment to speak. “The storms of our hearts have touched.” he says lacing his fingers into hers, “I would see that day..." He takes a measured breath before continuing, "... when our hands might touch without the aid of gloves and storms.” [ 02-22-2002: Message edited by: Cyril Darkcloud ]

02-22-2002, 11:26 AM	#36
Cyril Darkcloud Lord Soth Join Date: February 7, 2002 Location: New York Posts: 1,980	THE TAVERN Nooooooooo! Stay away from me! The whispers! The voices -- somebody keep them away from me! Noooooooooo! Clutching his head an adventurer runs out of the building, leaving behind his weapons and coin, and adds the shrieking of his voice to the noise of the storm. Terror has robbed the others of movement. Bartleby slumps to the floor beside the bar, his stormy bluster replaced by a numb silence. Maria, her entire body trembling, clings to him and sobs. Yes! O yes! How fortunate for me that I sensed his power on the winds. So much he has left for me here. This is so much better – so much more .... hmmm ...... civilized ..... than those lonely places he wanders. He must have been weaker than I had thought to have come here .... hmmm ..... Ah, but I distract myself and there are flavors here yet to be tasted. [ 02-22-2002: Message edited by: Cyril Darkcloud ] [ 02-22-2002: Message edited by: Cyril Darkcloud ]

02-22-2002, 07:16 PM	#37
TAOWolf White Dragon Join Date: December 1, 2001 Location: Mountains of Arkansas, US Posts: 1,887	"As would I Cyril Darkcloud,...as would I"She grips his hand tightly, and pulls him to her, wrapping her arms around him, and whispers in his ear,"The time has come to figure out what we are to do......."... Slowly she brings the locket up, and still looking in his eyes, waits for him to tell her to look........

02-22-2002, 08:44 PM	#38
TAOWolf White Dragon Join Date: December 1, 2001 Location: Mountains of Arkansas, US Posts: 1,887	AT THE TAVERN An old woman in the corner, suddenly cackles madly, and drawing a knife stabs the man seated next to her, over and over. Before any one can respond, she runs thru the door, screaming at the top of her lungs headed for the watermill. She climbs to the top, cackling madly the whole time, and throws herself off the top, headfirst onto the rocky shore below. A thin trail of red blood swirls softly with the rushing spring water, slowly disappearing as the always flowing river courses downstream. The broken body of the old woman slowly slips into the water, carried gently downstream, the river singing her death song..............

02-23-2002, 01:45 AM	#40
Cyril Darkcloud Lord Soth Join Date: February 7, 2002 Location: New York Posts: 1,980	ooc: Shadowhound, it would be pretty impossible to stumble in on Cyril and KayLisa at the moment -- unless you happen to have wandered in the range of 50 miles from the tavern, climb mountains well and have a truly interesting sense of appropriate timing -- lol. A quick synopsis of the plot: Cyril and KayLisa are on top of a mountain far from the tavern. The tavern itself has been attacked by a mysterious creature that feeds off of the fear of its victims. Neb seems to be going mad and is presently in the tavern.

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