Dark Clouds and Darker Plots

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OOC

a new PM for you, Cyril Darkcloud

Originally posted by Legolas: Also a welcome back to CCL [img]graemlins/wavey.gif[/img]

and bah, CCL... I almost forgot thats me, heh. Thanks elf, well met again. [img]smile.gif[/img]

Nice monk, by the way... *eying him as if looking at a lab rat*

[ 07-28-2002, 03:52 PM: Message edited by: 250 ]

[Elif Godson]

ooc> Thank's
ic> Kishin awoke from his meditation completely refreshed, after a long stretch he realised he was feeling better then he had in some time. An unusual smile came across his otherwise emotionless face, and he couldnt bring himself to be rid of it. Well I think today I will see to Lady Skye, I promised to help her, and so far have not done so. Focusing his thoughts he scanned the area for her mental signature, but came up empty. hmmm I wonder where she is ?

With that he got up and started to assemble his gear and get dressed,

[ 08-07-2002, 10:10 AM: Message edited by: Elif Godson ]

[Larry_OHF]

OOC>>>With Cyril's help, I have edited Raymond's stat sheet. I am also going to print it off and update it when I level up. Yet only Cyril will have the authority to make the call as to when I level up, as he is the game master of this particular story, and I do not retain the authority to level myself up at my whim.

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OOC: OK, thanks. I will be on for a lil while, so I can still play along. just let ya know, and I saw your PM, thanks

[ 07-29-2002, 05:15 PM: Message edited by: 250 ]

[Cyril Darkcloud]

For Binham

Gloomwood

Sharwenn Evensong

The trail had not been difficult to follow. It began in grisly fashion with the slaughtered remains of an adventuring party that had foolishly entered the Gloomwood only to blunder into an ambush at the hands of a hobgoblin patrol. ~ Even their animals ~ she thinks ~ they even killed the animals. ~ She shudders a moment at the recollection of seeing the cruel sword cuts in the bodies of the slain adventurers. The patrol moved with the bold and confident swiftness so characteristic of these creatures when flushed with victory and the noise of the movement and voices made them easy to follow. Still, she had wondered whether the slow stealth of her pursuit would allow her to overtake the band before it united with another patrol. But it seems the group has found reason to stop.

Approaching cautiously she surveys the group and the human male who is so dangerously surrounded by their menacing numbers. ~ Whoever he is and however he finds himself in these straights, it is unlikely he would survive a visit to their camp. ~ Again she shudders a moment as she looks at the large humanoids. There are many of them and any one of them might kill her given the chance. ~ To fight them would be death for both myself and the human .... Still, perhaps given a suitable distraction he might be able to make his escape .... ~

She breathes deeply to steady her nerves and moves quietly to a more advantageous location. “Very well, then,” she whispers, “distraction it shall be.” She picks up a stone and throws it into a bush whose leaves had become dry with the advance of autumn. The sudden rustling of leaves is enough to draw the attention of the aggressive humanoids and as they turn a moment in the direction of the sound she carefully targets the hobgoblin closest to the mage, felling it with two well placed arrows.

She rises, then, just enough to give the creatures a glimpse of her flight. Her gambit succeeds in drawing the patrol’s fury and attention and the sound of heavy bodies moving in pursuit reaches her ears.

ooc: OK, 250, here’s Binham’s chance to make a break for it. Assuming he doesn’t try anything fancy, he should be able to escape to a place of relative safety. [img]graemlins/blueblink.gif[/img]

[ 07-29-2002, 06:00 PM: Message edited by: Cyril Darkcloud ]

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The attack came as a surprise to Binham, but he was not about to question the fortune.

"The knights are here!" shouted as he darted back into the bushs, staggering as he forcefully cut through leaves and branchs in an angle to put the larger trees between himself and the crossbows wielders.

OOC

DM:

1. If the crossbow fires missed him, he will turn and cast a spell Horror in the concealment, towards the general direction where the crossbox wielders stood. Presumablly, the melee hobgoblins will be all about, temporily confused. He runs if otherwise.

2. If there is only 1 hobgoblin crossbower left (unaffected by the spell), Binham will stumble out of the trees and trunks, running from spears and rush toward where the pouchs and gold are ( ) as the crossbower loads his weapon. (say, crossbow takes longer time to load than other missle weapons) all the while, Binham will scream and wail like a ghost hoping to distract the hobgoblins.

3. He will grab one pouch, or two (depends on the weight) as he runs, never slowing. and cast a ghoultouch to disbale the remaining Hobgoblin crossbow man (IF chance presents), then start running, never look back.

4. Binham will never come out if more than one of the crossbow men stood.

my last post for this week

[ 07-29-2002, 07:14 PM: Message edited by: 250 ]

[Larry_OHF]

Raymond

That moment was remembered for years to come.

He heard the familiar sweet voice that could only be found in a dream, and when he heard them this time, he was sure that he had dozed off. Yet, realizing that he was yet in the waking world caused such a surge of emotions in Raymond that he leapt up in alarm and shouted in surprise. He was standing there, looking at the owner of that melodic voice and she was no dream, but a real entity! Not knowing what to do about it, he grew suddenly suscpicious as well as embarrassed as he saw her smiling at his nervous stance.

"Who...I...er...I think I know you from ..s.s.somewhere, do I n.not?"

[Cyril Darkcloud]

For Raymond

THE GROVE

She smiles as he speaks, the captivating smile of his dreams. She makes no attempt to be captivating, she simply is so, like all of her kind. That he can see her so readily pleases her greatly for he sees her not with the blind and wooden eyes of one like thrice-cursed Tobias who never saw beyond his narrow and selfish limits, but with eyes that still find cause for wonder within the world. She moves with the graceful comfort of one at home among the beautiful, stepping closer to him and smiling all the while.

“Why, yes, Raymond, we have met before, you and I,” there is a soft almost musical character about her speech. “Your dreaming heart has felt the touch of my acceptance upon its most cherished ideals and your dreaming mind has heard the song of my voice. And just last night, we spoke for quite some time you and your dreams and I.”

She turns her face into the sun allowing its light to dance within her green eyes. “My name is Melpomene,”she says softly walking up to him and gently placing her hand upon his shoulder, “and I am no dream.” She allows her touch to linger a moment that he might feel the tangible reality of her presence before withdrawing her hand and walking slowly back to the waterfall. “Raymond,” she says, and once more the giddy daydreams of boyhood and the sudden new possibilities of today speak to him in her voice. “Behind all of this nervous shyness of yours is a heart that dreams with vigor and boldness. But it is also a heart that has been wounded and rejected, has it not?” She looks at him and as she looks there is not the slightest trace of fear or judgment in her gaze, only the acceptance of the young man whom she sees. “Raymond,” she speaks and the distant possibilities of dreams in the night seem to draw very close, close enough to grasp, to touch, to claim, “why do you hesitate to choose and claim your future?”

[ 07-30-2002, 01:38 PM: Message edited by: Cyril Darkcloud ]

[Larry_OHF]

Raymond

"Ma'am! I...I have never had a dream come true so tangibly as this, and, well...I do not quite know what to make of it!"

Raymond thinks of his new talents and politly sniffs the air, trying to more fully discern this personage in front of him. She had the air of the forest itself, moreso than any other being he had ever encountered. Satisfied, as though he'd expected nothing less...He again spoke up.

"I do not wish to be held back nor obstructed from my path. I love the feeling of running free and having the wind chase me through the trees. I know no other joy more complete than this, though sometimes I wonder if in the passing of time ...it may be a lonely one. For...most of my life, lonliness and uneventful nights passed slowly for me, one after another. I met someone once that was to bring me into a more fullness of joy, yet she lost interest after some events took place to change the way she looked at me, I guess you could say.
Again, I am here, with nothing to care for except my own self, and sometimes I just wonder what I am missing!

Do I speak clear, mi'lady?"

[Cerek the Barbaric]

Kellen awoke to the morning freshness with a smile on his face. He had not enjoyed himself this much since he was a young elfling. How he craved the "carefree" feeling afforded him by the faeries protective glen. He felt just like a youngling again, when everyday was full of possibilities for excitement and imaginary adventure.

His smile lessens somewhat with that last thought. He had chosen the life of a BladeSinger and faced many real adventures as a result. In the exuberance of youth, nothing appeared more exciting. The mastery of weapons and skill in battle had made his young heart nearly burst with aching. The day he was accepted by his mentor still ranked as the most exciting day in his relatively short life. How he had leaped about with joy, ready to rush headlong into his new life.

That initial enthusiasm had soon been dampened by the harsh reality of practicing and honing his skill, repeating offensive and defensive techniques until his muscles screamed in agony, then repeating them even more until his muscles were simply too tired to move....much less scream.

His master required him to carry his sword at all times. He would attack the young elf at the most unexpected moments, teaching him to never drop his guard. Sleeping, eating, even when he would be...."relieving himself"....his master would spring out of nowhere brandishing his own blade. Because of this, Kellen was never truly at rest. Even in his sleep, his ears were listening for sounds of an approaching enemy.

How he had despised that part of his training....mainly due to the many beatings he took from his master. He felt that surely he was simply being made sport of due to his lack of skill. He saw no purpose to the almost daily attacks.....until the day he finally heard the master coming before the attack. THAT time, he intercepted the opening strike and sent his master tumbling to the ground for a change. Of course, the elder elf had simply rolled back to his feet and charged in again....eventually beating Kellen again....but not as badly as before.

Kellen had finally learned the masters tricks, and had blocked, parried, and intercepted numerous strikes that would have landed before. The master had actually broken into a mild sweat by the end of the exercise. Even though he had lost the encounter, the contest was still a victory for Kellen. He finally recognized the purpose (and results) of his intensive training. He knew that it would now be almost impossible for ANY foe to catch him unawares.

Kellen shook his head and focused back on the glen and the faeries. Silvanus was floating in front of him with a very quizzical look on his face.

"Strange dreams...especially for someone who appears awake." Silvanus said.

"Not dreams, my friend, merely recollections from the past".

"So, will you make your blades sing for the young ones again."

Kellen saw the a small swarm of tiny faeries nearby with hopeful looks on their faces.

"No, I don't think so....not this morning" the small faeries visibly sank towards the ground in their disappointment.

"No, I was thinking that I might rather enjoy a race this morning."

A race....the younglings looked up excitedly....but Kellen had already sprinted into the surrounding woods. His sword strapped firmly to his back. His legs felt lighter and lighter as he ran, and his feet seemed to barely brush the ground as he gained speed.

Gods, how he LOVED to run through the forest!

He was soon overtaken by a swirling cloud of lights - as he knew he would be. Together, the small faeries and the wild elf raced through the trees as fast as they could move - laughing the entire way.

[ 07-30-2002, 11:14 PM: Message edited by: Cerek the Barbaric ]