The One-Eyed Wolf - Return To Ravenwood

[mistral4543]

OOC>>> Awesome post, Spree! [img]graemlins/thumbsup.gif[/img] Absolutely loved the imagery and beautiful prose you conjured there [img]smile.gif[/img]

IC>>>
Her mind whirling in a crazed spin, spiralling away into... what? "Larry!" ~ Mystra save me, why do I keep calling for him these days? Have I gone so weak as to depend on him for my every protection? ~ The revelation almost chokes her in her blindness, the darkness shrouding her into a tight embrace. ~ I will not submit... ~ Even as her will weakens, her strength ebbing away.

Tumbling... into where? ~ It has to be Larry's arms; I know it! He's holding me... ~ But why does everything feel so empty? ~ Am I floating in nothingness? Mystra! Help me! Forgive me for abandoning you in my prayers! ~ The guilt torments her ~ I deserve no aid... ~ The pressure in her head is rising, she gasps to breathe...

And suddenly, the darkness subsides. But tis not Larry she sees...~ "No! Leave me alone!" ~ Her soundless shriek matches the speed with which she connects the environment... Ravenwood...

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[thalali]

ooc: I could really use some help as to where i post my character's history help!!!!!!!!!

[Killing Spree]

ooc: Yes I thought the big red letters and the marquee were... OH... You were talking about the ghosts! Hah! My bad!

And er Thalili, if you can type, you should be fine.

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[Killing Spree]

All right, I know I'm edging up on spam, but I'm friends with the moderator so that's OK. Right Larry!

This story is told from the view of 'Merrick', a half-elven man. This is the first and probably most rattling paragraph. I think you'll like it Mistral. Here's the preview:

She was beyond repair. I knew this, but I would never accept it. I held her trembling hand, her breath was quickening. The deep gash across her torso would be the end of her. The smell of burning flesh would fill your nostrils from a yard away. Blood was accumulating visibly at the corners of her mouth. My body shuddered, racked in sorrow. I had gained my share of scars, but nothing would scar me as deeply as this. I frantically kissed the hand that I clenched so tightly. My spare fingers were used to brush aside locks of her hair. The soft dark hair that fell in goblet sized rings at her elbows was now damp with sweat and plastered to her skin. Her normally rosy cheeks were pale. Another sob escaped me. Why should she die? Why could I not be the one to go? I felt a hand touch my cheek. It was cold as ice. I looked into her eyes, my own welling with tears. Her beautiful amethyst eyes were filled with acceptance. Between gasps a hoarse version of her melodic voice sounded to me, “Don’t cry my love. Don’t cry my Merrick.” I blinked to obey her wish as a gurgling whimper escaped my throat unintentionally. She recoiled her hand, placing it on my own, rested on her shoulder. The purple eyes looked longingly at me. She whispered with an effort, “We will meet again someday.” I nodded, trying to comfort her in her last moments. A soft smile formed on her face, a smile that I will never leave me. Then her little head fell to the side and the amethyst eyes closed forever. Every muscle in my body trembled, every bone quaked, every vein shook. I whispered, “Sweet dreams Kyra.” I regained my feet and backed away from the corpse slowly. Fresh tears were threatening to erupt. Kyra, my beautiful sweet Kyra, was nearly cut in two.

[mistral4543]

Silent as one would expect of a graveyard. The leaves of the bushes rustle, and out she bounds! Not a wolf, but one with a similar strength and energy. ~ Yet another elf! Or half-elf... pity that I can't tell the difference from a glance. ~ The spirited and unlined face defying something... what could it be? ~ She jerks back, horridly fascinated by the new discovery ~ She's dead! ~ She inhales deeply, attempting to steady her alarmed heart ~ Who is she, anyway?

Her eyes dart down towards the intruder's bare ankle ~ Some marking... ~ In a flash, she remembers her own scar, inflicted by Serephine ~ A scythe... Nightblade family...

"What is it mummy?" ~ Her puzzlement shows on her inexperienced face ~ She glances to see an older version of the child ghost ~ Gods, just how many of them are there, anyway?! ~ But the elder is now speaking, and she strains her ears to listen to the conversation.

"That's your sister, Iris. I was telling you about her before." ~ Sister? ~ ~ Her gaze remains transfixed on the child, guessing the nature of this gathering ~ Hero-worship suffuses across Iris' greyish countenance, replaced by a wide smile ~ "Hello Chani!"

Just as I thought... ~ She turns, her earlier suspicions confirmed ~ Spree...

Suddenly, the images begin to flit by. A third ghost... male and fully grown... ~ Cyrus Nightblade! ... Cyrus and Spree walking off to a lake... blurred images... nothingness.

~ END OF VISION ~

With a soft cry, she acknowledges the break in contact. Unable to decipher whether the prevalent emotion is that of relief or disappointment. Her eyes flutter open, not knowing what to expect.

A blink. She freezes. Larry appears to be undergoing some trance, as well...

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[mistral4543]

OOC>>> Yep, that other piece's great, too! I really missed your posts when you weren't around

Now, promise me you'll try your best to stay with us for good this time. How about it? [img]smile.gif[/img]

Off to bed now... it's 2 am!! Ya'll oughta feel special

[Killing Spree]

ooc: YES! I GOT HER TO SAY YA'LL!!! I GAVE THE CHICK FROM SINGAPORE A SOUTHERN ACCENT! YEEEEEEE HAAAAAAAWWWW!

I wouldn't worry Mistral. We get past this week and I'm stuck with you. Given I did OK on the finals... I hate finals! But anyway, given I did OK on those my grades should follow (think an amiable ten points from or for my grade). I know I got A's on my literature and grammar finals, so only three classes to worry about... Wouldn't worry too much on my aim classes anyway... I THINK I did decent in math and GA history... I dunno. I'll quote Enya on this one:

...You cannot change what's over, but only where you go...

[thalali]

(ooc this is the history of my character Thalali Foxwwod)

“Mother what’s it like outside the water?” asked Thalali. Ever since Thalali was a child he has been interested in the outside world. Thalali had read every book the underwater had to offer about the outside word. One day he would leave this underwater prison and learn about the other things the world had to offer. He had learned about the grass and the trees from the books he read but he had never learned of things like hobgoblins or ogres. He only knew of the underwater beasts. Thalali was a thief /assassin by nature. He would do any thing for gold or treasure. What he also read about the upper world was that there were a great amount of treasure. He decided one night that he would sneek to the upper world while every body was sleeping. He went to the old museum that had things from the upper world. He went there every day to admire one thing the bow that had a satchel of arrows. He picked the lock on the glass display case. He finally got it, the one thing he admired most the bow and arrows. After the gaurds at the gate fell asleep he crept through pulled the lever that controlled the gate and he escaped to the surface. It was different up here he had to use lungs a major organ he never knew he had. He couldn’t swim any more his body felt too heavy. He was going to be crushed he was tired he needed to sleep. He woke up to the soft shimmering sound of the waves in the distance. He was bouncing up and down now he heard the sound of click clack on gravel. He had never heard this sound before and it sounded weird. An weird looking man was looking at him he also looked weird he wasn’t very hand some and look wrinkly. “Who are you and where am I”, asked Thalali. “You are in the city of Bauldurs Gate and I am Orion”, replied the old man. Thalali got to his feet and asked where he might find treasure. “You might find it in the Nashkel Mines But they are riddled with monsters and traps and you will surely be killed if you go alone.” Thalali thought for a while and looked at his bow and arrows at the end of the cart. “How do I use this weapon,” Thalali asked the old man. The old man showed him how to fire and care for the bow and arrow. When Thalali learned how to fire it the old man gave him some arrows of biting and warned him only to use them in case of dire emergency. The old man then lead him to the stables taught Thalali how to ride a horse and sent him with a map to Amn and said look for others like you sea elves you might like to look for moon elves also because it seems you have some of their blood.With that Thalali set out for Amn looking for treasure and adventure.

[Larry_OHF]

Larry was walking in a forst, long away from home. It was dusk, and the sky displayed a brilliant shade of pink and azure. Suddenly, he heard a rustle of leaves off to the side. Nightblade came into his hands immediately. He was ready for this foe, and tehy would pay for this intrusion of peace. But no enemy ever came. Strangley enough, Nightblade began to glow and grow cooler to the touch. Larry kept his guard up, inching across the road, and straining to listen. Nightblade was growing ever brighter and terribly cold now. The cold began to numb his grip, then to hurt. Not being able to take it anymore, Larry unwillingly dropped his blade. Nightblade fell to the ground. Then there was a blinding flash, and helplessly, Larry cried out in surprise and jumped back. Nightblade rose into the air on her own desire. She was shining as brightly as the sun had that day, and the coolness radiated off of her like a chilly artic wind.
Then, Lary realized that he was staring at the image of a man. A cold, ghostly figure, obviously strong, and his eyes were deadly cold. He stared on, holding the poor ranger in contempt, it seemed. Markings on his person seemed to indicate that he was in some relation to Spree. Was this her father? "Did my father know you?" Larry wondered...though aloud. The figure smirked, hearing this inquiry, but said nothing.
Then it was over. The blade lay on the ground, and the air was warmer, as it should be. The night was upon him. But, how had he really got here? Where was Mistral? Larry realized that he had no recollection of ever coming into these woods. Is this a dream?
"Mistral! Wake me up! Where are you? Mistral!"

[Killing Spree]

ooc:

...Spree's Attempt At Bribery...

Larry! I'll be your best friend if you give me my Deiter back. I promise! I'll let you read my diary! Pretty pretty please with sugar on top? You can have all the money in my piggy bank! I'll cry if you don't.

Sephi! Bring my Deiter back please. I'll hook you up with my friend so you don't have to marry yourself! She's a half gold elf! I'll give you a spork and a glass canopy to crash through! You can hold me hostage! Do it for me? Be a pal!

Mistral! Can you help me look for my Deiter? He's tall and handsome and he's got big green puppy-dog eyes. I'll be nice to you forever! I'll let you hug me without gagging! Girl scout's honor! I'll lock you in a closet with Larry! It'll be a closet with romantic music and a candle-light dinner! PLEASE!

...Spree's Practical Approach...

~Spree starts placing over-grown mouse traps all around the boarder of the cult. They are about seven feet long and four feet wide. There is a huge spring and a bar that was torn from an abandoned roller coaster. She places in the center of each trap a cinnamon pop-tart. She loads the remaining pastries into a projectile and starts snooping around. Mistral walks past and asks what the hell she's doing.~ "SHHH!! I'm hunting Deitews!" ~Mistral says "Awwwww you miss your Deitew" then walks away mumbling something about charter.~

...Spree Tries To Make Scene For Motion Picture...

~Sits down with puppy and looks at pretty stars.~ "Me and Deiter used to look at stars." ~She starts sobbing into puppy's fur.~ "But not anymore! I wish he would just come back!" ~Looks around from corner of eye, clears throat.~ "I wish DEITER would just come back!" ~Looks behind, growls frustration, kicks puppy and storms away.~

...Spree Goes Postal Service...

~Disguises self as mailroom clerk and walks in to post office. Takes scrapbook from large coat pocket. Grimaces. Scribbles out Osama Bin Laden at top of list and replaces with nice picture of Deiter.~

...Spree Goes Soap Opera...

~Goes to fridge for drink. Picks up milk carton and sees Deiter's picture on side. Cries out in anguish.~ "Oh Deiter, if only you'd known before you dissapeared!" ~Larry walks in with Mistral clinging to his arm. Mistral is wearing gaudy fur shawl. Larry chuckles cruelly and rather meanly inquires.~ "Knew what Spree? How I was going to switch the blood for the transfusion. HAH! My plan was perfect! Being in South Africa there was NOTHING you could do!" ~Mistral smirks and Spree sobs.~ "You monster!" ~Larry laughs maniacally.~ "Don't be so selfish Spree! It's not like he had anything of value! All he had was bitchy old you and a soaring career as a botanist!" ~She slaps Larry across the face.~ "I'm carrying his baby you bastard!" ~Runs away crying. Larry laughs and looks down at Mistral, she too is crying. He looks concerned.~ "What's wrong Mistral?" ~She looked down at her round stomach and cried.~ "I'm carrying his baby too!" ~She cries. Larry looks at her in shock.~ "But Mistral... I thought you loved me! Why? Why did you do this to me?" ~She sobbed, pulling out a paper.~ "Because Larry! You lied about your test results!" ~She drops the paper on the ground and runs away. Larry curiously picks up the paper.~ "Oh no! She found my drug test results! She knows that I'm an ecstasy addict and that I only have three monthes to live!" ~Sephi steps out of shadows behind refridgerator and chuckles.~ "I can save you." ~Larry looks over curiously and intentively.~ "How?!" ~Sephi bares his fangs.~ "Become a vampire like me Larry!"

...Spree Goes Shakespeare...

~Leans out of balcony.~ "Deitero, o' Deitero, where for art thou Deitero. Would a pop-tart by any other name, not taste just as scrumptious?"

LARRY! I'M TALKING TO YOU! I WANT DEITER'S E-MAIL ADDRESS. RESISTANCE IS FUTILE!

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