Part 7>>>The Shadow of Love (an LoF adventure)

[Larry_OHF]

Anarrima 44/67

"The man that was captured...his name is Marcos Snowdale. I am beginning to think he was taken to lure us towards the danger. A ghost that haunts this place has told us that 4 clerics operate down here. I have no idea what the are planning, but it has something to do with an emerald of some unknown power. Maybe the emerald has something to do with those ley lines?"

She looked at Vincent, and then to Yevaud who had taken a silent stand near the back of the room. She wondered what was wrong with him. He was not usually this...shy?

[TAOWolf]

She watches the young man Anarrima called Yevaud, and her eyes briefly shift to wolf as she catches his eye and smiles. Her wolf shadow appears at that moment on the floor, looking as though it is sniffing in his direction and she smiles again thinking to herself, ~elvin~.

She waits until she has his attention and whispers across the room to him, ”Cormamin lindua ele lle. Mae govannen, Yevaud.” She has always had good relations with the elven nations she has known, and hopes that the small human part of her does not lead him to a wrong impression of her, as she well knows that the elven breed does not take to humans well. Turning to Anarrima, she frowns slightly at the name of Marcos. Why does this name sound so familiar? And the emerald… that is what is effecting the lines, she is sure.

Gesturing towards the door, she whispers loudly, ”This Marcos.. you believe he is worth saving? What if it is a trap, to get you in there with the clerics? I know your goddess and your power and you are too valuable to be taken on a whim. This Marcos, if he belongs to the cult I think he does, would not appreciate being saved by a magic user, a shapeshifting druid, an elf, and a warrior he probably already knows associates with such. Are you sure we need to save him? Because if so, we are going to do more than save him. This emerald you speak of… I believe that is what is effecting the ley lines here, and I will do whatever it takes to repair them, believe me. I have already lost my shadow to that damned Shadow Mage, and now… “ She sighs softly, as the shadow taint shows clearly in her eyes for but a moment then is gone again, ”Now I have been bitten by one of the damnable beasts of hell. I do not know how long I can fight off the effects of this, but I am trying.. if need be, are you strong enough to help me with this? We will need all of our wits…” she extends her arm to include the whole group, ”about us, and all our strength if what you say is true about who is holding this Marcos. Are we agreed on this?”

She stands silently now, leaning against her staff, a sad look in her eyes. This is the longest speech she has made in a very long time, that only involved words, and it seems to have drained her a bit. She smiles worriedly at Anarrima, and falls to her knees as she reaches for a pouch on her belt, the one containing nightshade and holly..

(My heart sings to see thee. Well met, Yevaud)

[ 12-10-2005, 06:43 PM: Message edited by: TAOWolf ]

[Larry_OHF]

Anarrima 44/67

It was nice of her to speak in true elven to Yevaud. That would certainly warm him up to her friend. She was waiting to respond about Marcos when Tao made reference to her shadow...which Anarrima only had just noticed something out of place. Tao was not casting a shadow of herself in this room, but that of a wolf was there...and she had not really noticed that there was anything out of place until it was pointed out to her. She then was about to respond to that when Tao brought Marcos up again, but then Tao fell to her knees...

"Vince!" She cried to the one who was standing closest, and she dropped to her own knees and held to Tao's shoulders, trying to look into her darkened eyes...

"Let me try to help you, my friend!", she said to Tao.

"Yevaud, make sure those on the other side of that door do not try to come in on us."

[Elif Godson]

[/b] Vincent Pathfinder [/b]

Stepping a bit closer at Tao's warm greeting, he smiled at her and was about to give a quick synopsis of what has transpired and who they were trying to get to when Tao pretty much surmised what he was about to say. He watched a darkness cover her and then depart as she seemed to will it out of the way and then she fell to her knee's. He reached toward her stepping as Anarrima called for him and attempted to lend a supporting arm for Tao. " A motley crew we are to be slaying wizards and cleric's of darkness. " with that he smiled and lent his strength to Tao.

[TAOWolf]

She pulls out the herbs, and reaches into another pouch, and pulls out some lavendar and sage. These she hands to Anamirra, and raises an eyebrow to her.

"Can you mix these into a paste for me to take?"She smiles her thanks to Vincent and her for catching her, and gently releases their arms to sit on the floor, and stare at the door...

[Larry_OHF]

Anarrima Culurien 44/67

She takes the herbal remedy combination that Tao had asked for help with, and works on grinding them all into a paste with the hilt of her dagger and a bowl she had in her pack. When the paste had been made, she hands the bowl back over to Tao and watched on, worriedly.

[Morgeruat]

Yevaud

The elf raised one eyebrow at being greeted in elven, the musical tones of the language caressed his ears like the touch of a long departed lover. The pronunciation was not mangled as humans did, nor was the syntax out of place, she had obviously studied with elves a long time, and could not possibly as human as a casual glance would suggest, for human tongues could never carry the power and grace of the elven langage; the flash and shifting of her eyes from purple to amber was proof of her non-human heritage. He nodded, and resumed his vigil, listening carefully at the door, sword sheath ready to release it's captive blade.

Morguerat

The knight began to focus after the speudo-phantom Joe cast did it's work and Larry launched himself recklessly forward. They were taxing themselves beyond their breaking points, Larry charging forward to die, and Joe exerting himself far beyond his capabilities. The former knight slapped himself, focusing on the sharp pain, Larry, his charge was trying to get himself killed, if he succeeded the warrior's actions here would have meant nothing, and a fate worse than more evil piercings would ensue. Trying to catch his breath with long deep breaths he stood, trembling, and stumbled towards the stairs, a mighty warrior could be felled by a single arrow, he thought grimly, he would demand many from this archer before giving himself over to Helm's judgement. Even as he stepped up into the stairway and began to gain as much speed as the for would allow he drew the sword, listening to the comforting sound of metal sliding across leather, the unfamiliar grip already become almost an extention of himself. He tried to tighten his grip, but he could not feel strength behind it. As much as he was making a show of valor, the terror in his heart was robbing him of strength, and he was not sure if the slow pace was due to the spell, or a sense of being detached from the events unfolding, observing, powerless from behind his own eyes, hoping he had the strength he had boasted of.

OOC: unless Morguerat can pull himself together his attacks will be made as if under the effects of a ray of enfeeblement, due to the "flight" adrenaline he's battling.

[ 08-01-2006, 03:14 PM: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]

[TAOWolf]

She takes the paste, and sticks it inside her mouth and under her tongue. As she waits for the herbs to do their work, she contemplates the door, and whispers to Yevaud "Do you hear anything?"

Looking at Anamirra and Vincent, her look turns serious and she pulls out three pieces of what at first glance looks to be just short pieces of stick. She throws one to Yevaud, and hands the other two to the others. Upon inspection they notice that it is in fact a small piece of fossilized bone carved all other with strange markings and runes.

"These may help you on the other side of the door. They can only be used once. Do not throw them away though. Give them back to me after the battle. They can be reset through certain means, and may be useful later on when and if we ever meet up with the others. You must hold them in your left hand only and whisper the word ~Blaloch~ when you feel you must use it. Make sure that you are NOT within three feet of one of us when you do. The magic these bones hold is small, but verra useful if need be. They will work for only a few seconds, moving you physically four feet in the direction you are facing."She starts to rummage through her packs finding everything she will need."Okay, so just what exactly do you know about these "clerics", and about their powers? Will this Marcos help us to save him, or fight against it because we will use magic to save him?"

She becomes slightly amused as she realizes this is yet another long speech for her, and wonders why she has become so talkative lately. It must be all the time she has spent with humans and fighting this Shadow Mage. She chuckles.

Then she looks at Yevaud again, and smiles, as he is probably the only one of the three who would know just what type of fossilized bones these are...

[ 12-13-2005, 11:07 AM: Message edited by: TAOWolf ]

[Larry_OHF]

Anarrima C.

She looks at the odd bone, pondering its potential. Then she stuffs it away and hopes that she will not even need its assistance in the upcoming fight that is surely brewing on the other side of that door.

She shrugs at Tao, and says, "I do not know the human as much as Vincent does, having been with him longer than either Yevaud or myself. I cannot guess at his feelings for our help, yet help we must...if for no other reason than to rid these forums of the token of power to these fanatics.

Now...just one minute please."

Anarrima bowed her head and whispered a few words, and then fell silent for a few minutes. She began to appear to radiate for a moment as the air began to tickle the senses, and then one by one, each person in the room had the same radiation of feint white wash over them as they felt revived and strong.

Anarrima cast: Mass Cure Moderate Wounds.

*Anarrima = + 25hp
*Tao = + Emotional strength
*Vincent = + 22hp
*Yevaud = +29hp


[ 12-13-2005, 11:36 AM: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]

[TAOWolf]

The herbs begin to take effect, and she rubs one hand along her staff, the soft feel of the wood soothing her. She glances at Anamirra as she speaks, then looks at Vincent for more information.

As she starts to ask him, Anamirra casts a spell, and she feels its wash over her, soothing her mind and she closes her eyes briefly enjoying the sensation. In the back of her mind, the shadow taint fades just the smallest amount, grudingly backing up the tiniest amount. Her eyes still hold the taint of shadow, but it is a little dimmer. The runes upon her body faintly glow blue as the spell dissapates, and she opens her eyes, looking once again at Vincent with an eyebrow raised.

She stands, stretching, and looks down at her wolf shadow and smiles, thinking of the others, and hopes that they are okay. She leans upon her staff, and whispers a word into the stillness of the dank air in the room, and the moonstone softly glows atop it.