Tavern by the Creek V -- New Directions

[Elif Godson]

clearing his throat" I have.....I've learned much" quickly looking down at his feet as if you could read what he was thinking in his eyes maybe we should head into the tower before those things come back, after all the tower is what we have traveled here for.We can discuss more in there".

[Skydracgrrl]

Skye nodded cheerfully. "Maybe you should lead, so if I fall again I won't squish you, hee." she grinned, and waited for Kishin to start leading the way. The two wound their way towards the tower once again, which loomed ominously in the near distance.

[Morgeruat]

The water of the creek was cold, an icy balm on the fiery pain he still felt. The pain it caused was welcome, and as the large man slipped below the surface again he felt the air, warm in comparison, caress him, he walked along the creekbed until he found a point where the bottom dropped away, then he swam to the shore and began to climb a tree near the hole in the water, some sport, he thought, will help ease my mind, besides I haven't had a chance to do this since I was a lad. And then he jumped, and was swallowed up by the cold clear stream below him, making a great splash as he dipped below it's surface. He swam to shore sputtering and gasping. "I should have plugged my nose first" he said to noone in particular.

[TAOWolf]

As she waits, the breeze picks up, blowing the scattering leaves around her and the trees, and she narrows her eyes thoughtfully as she watches...~I used to enjoy watching the wind play with the leaves, but now......~ She sighs, wondering if she will ever be able to trust the wind again, after being violated by the Devouring Wind...

Closing her eyes, she sends a message to her wolves, making sure they understand to keep a close eye on the tavern and surrounding area.. She then sends StarLight a message to enter the tavern and stay just inside the door, apologizing for making her stay in a man-made dwelling, but there is no help for it. I know you will be uncomfortable, but I need you to make sure they stay in....

EDITED FOR A BLONDE MOMENT LOL

[ 09-18-2003, 11:24 AM: Message edited by: TAOWolf ]

[Elif Godson]

"It wouldnt be so bad if you did.he clears his throat" This tower should prove to be interesting, I get many odd impressions of it. Things are almost reaching out to me and tickling my mind, I hate it


:edit for stupid sig...

[ 09-22-2003, 03:39 PM: Message edited by: Elif Godson ]

[Skydracgrrl]

ooc- ah, lovely blonde moments, eh TAO?

ic- Skye gave Kishin a curious look. "Really? I wish I could sense things that well. Though I suppose it could be a curse at times."

[TAOWolf]

BUMPITY BUMP

[Cyril Darkcloud]

OOC: My apologies to everyone for allowing my diminishing amount of free time to drag this game a standstill. As I've announced in the LOF discussion thread an increase inthe amount of traveling I'll need to do in the coming months is making it effectively impossible to continue gaming here. Therefore, as much as I've enjoyed this game in particular and would greatly like to see it written to a fitting conclusion, it seems best to recognize reality for what it is and to withdraw from it as a participant.

Wishing each of you all the best,
Cyril

[Cyril Darkcloud]

A brief resumption of things - Events in other games here in the RP Forum dictate a revisiting of this long dormant thread for the sake of resolving certain plot lines here and freeing characters to continue their stories elsewhere .....

[Cyril Darkcloud]

Deep it has fallen, tumbling far below other threads in its dormancy. The relentless forward movement of the post count and the starting and ceasing of younger games have carried it far beyond the light of the upper page of the RP Forum. So far had it fallen that even he who had so long been a part of the shape and movement of its plot did not find it easily, this last thread of the game wherein so much of his own story has been told. Still, he has found it, for a promise has been made, a promise he is bound to keep.

All is quiet here and he remains silent himself. The silence of so well-written a tale as this saddens him for it is the silence of that which has languished unfinished and unresolved. Indeed, much of what has been written here shall remain ever unfinished and unresolved for that is the price that has been paid in his sacrifice of his own story, a story so much a part of this game, that other characters in another game might be free to tell their stories without being destroyed by the Devouring Wind. Much of what was begun here shall not be concluded for the plot of his tale has been wrenched from this thread and so the possibilities for his life originally held out in this tale are his no longer. Gone now are the possibilities of love and a new family and the great struggle against the ancient enemy has been resolved without its details having been written. He is no longer the same character as that one those nearly 3 years ago who made his first appearance at IronWorks in this game. Still, however, he remains the man of stormy quiet who makes his home in the storm, and while much of what had been written here shall ever be nothing more than unrealized possibility, there is much that must still be finished.

His fingers tighten upon the handle of the Stormreaver and the still air around him bursts into gusting movement. “Thread Necromancy,” that curious term for reviving a long fallen thread is frowned upon by some in these forums. He smiles and fixes his gaze toward that distant land beyond the mountains where the seat of Modding Power makes its home in newly vigorous shadow. “So be it,” he says with a quiet grimness. Burns appear upon his fingers as life moves out from them through the axe to mingle with the wind. “Let him see that he is not the only one that might restore what had been fallen.” Extending his arms, he holds the axes outward from his body and his face takes on an ecstatic cast as he intones the song of the storm. A great clap of thunder sounds in the massing stormclouds, its concussive force adding even more violence to the gales moving outward from the windbringer. There is a violent wrenching within the thread itself as wind and lightning rout its dormancy and the fallen, slumbering words of the tale awaken and begin to move once more. Upward through the roll of posts and threads it rises until once more it finds a place on the uppermost page of the Forum.

Wind and thunder fall still as the thread settles into place yet life still pours from the windbringer and the burns climb up his forearms. The air around the head of the stormreaver seethes with the silver color of lightning. Plotlines no longer possible to finish still shackle this tale like mighty chains of words. Breaking these chains will destroy forever what might well be the best of all outcomes for his own story. Not to break them, however, is to consign others to remain trapped in a tale that cannot move forward. “To live is to move,” he whispers, repeating the great belief of his people, “and a tale that cannot move is a tale that is dead, however beautiful its words might be.” With a sudden movement he brings the stormreaver down upon the chains of words, snapping them. The violence of the blow rushes outward through the thread as plotlines are severed and reordered. The winds resume their gusting, carrying those characters lost within the tangled details of the story upward until they as well stand where they might be free to resume their own stories within this thread or to leave and seek their futures elsewhere.

A promise has been made and this promise has not, nor will it be, lost. “Sofya,” he says quietly once the storms have grown quiet once more, “Sof’ya ush’a ha’shama’im...... It is time, time to wrest your freedom from the grasp of your curse.”