The Tavern by the creek (all welcome, please!) - Page 14

Neb · 02-16-2002, 06:03 AM

Neb moved quickly, something had gone wrong during that trance, SHE WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO HAVE DREAMED, he reached a forest and returned to his normal form.

The Psionic leaned against a tree and clutched his aching skull, he was not supposed to have seen those dreams.... His head felt like it was splitting apart judging by the pain, somehow her mind had affected his.

He rested for a while, then changed into the form of a falcon and continued his journey, he would have to find someone that could tell him what had happened to him....

(OOC: A good portion of KayLisa's memories were copied into Neb's brain, he's going to have problems distinguishing between them and his own so he'll probably go quite insane and seek out KayLisa and Cyril to kill them.)

Cyril Darkcloud · 02-17-2002, 12:10 PM

She is very slow in stirring and he watches her movements with great attention. Her breathing at least has slowed and softened, and has been so for some time after that last, almost sobbing, outburst. Whether merely coincidence or not he cannot say, but there has been a greater calmness about her since the first movement of light into the morning sky. “It was a striking sunrise they missed,” he thinks. “Sunfall last evening as well for that matter,” he adds with a laugh.

“How different the end of the trance has been for the two of them,” he whispers. “Such a restless movement about him....”

The roof is no place for her to continue resting and he would carry KayLisa to the room he had the bartender prepare for her, but he could not trust his injured arm to support her body. “It is ironic,” he thinks, “I have saved enough strength for one more battle – [it would be my last] – and yet I am too helpless to lift her.” The hours of watching did nothing to speed his own healing and his body is again demanding the chance to rest. “Soon,” he says to himself hoping that this is not to be yet another broken promise, “soon I will be able to rest.” For now however, there is only the numbing slowness of fatigue and the question of her recovery.

Neb · 02-17-2002, 12:42 PM

(OOC: TAO, does your character have any overwhelming fears or phobias? Heh, they're part of what has "infected" Neb's mind.)

TAOWolf · 02-17-2002, 04:26 PM

OOC: (yes, Neb, the sword she carries is cursed, and the souls of those she has killed are in the sword. She is afraid the souls will get out and wreak havoc on someone)

IC: She stirs, lifting her head slowly, and looks around.....
she starts to get up, and falls back, sound asleep.....

OOC: be back in a couple hours!!

Cyril Darkcloud · 02-17-2002, 08:20 PM

He kneels beside her to check her breathing again now that her stirrings have stopped and she has fallen asleep. Again he lightly touches the cloak calling forth its protection over the sleeping woman. “It will remain with her until I am sure she is well,” he decides. “It is time to get her to her room.” Frustrated and embarrassed by his inability to move her himself, he slowly rises, moves to the door and calls down the staircase ......

..... With the help of Maria and one of the young men from the kitchen, he sees that KayLisa is gently settled onto a bed.

“The rooms here,” he asks Maria, “are they all so ..... small?”
“Why, sir,”, she replies, “This is the largest we have.”
“Oh .... I see.....” he says looking around already uncomfortable with the low ceiling and confining walls. He places a small chair near the open window and sits down.

As the woman leaves he pours himself some water and resumes his vigil over the sleeping woman. He laughs quietly as he repeats what seems to have become his mantra since stepping into this place, “No, it is never easy.”

[ 02-17-2002: Message edited by: Cyril Darkcloud ]

TAOWolf · 02-17-2002, 09:32 PM

Yawns, and opens her eyes, looking around....~hmmm....how did I get here?~Notices Cyril by the window, asleep, and smiles. She throws off the cloak, and places it over him. She goes to the fireplace and starts a pot of tea, and sits in the other chair, watching Cyril. Coming to a decision, she takes some sweet basil, foxglove and scotch broom from their respective pouches and crushes them together with some tallow. She goes over to Cyril, and applies it to his hand, then goes back to the chair, and sleepily waits for her tea to be ready.....

Cyril Darkcloud · 02-17-2002, 09:40 PM

OOC: I don't believe I've ever role-played sleeping in such detail -- lol.

Cyril Darkcloud · 02-17-2002, 11:20 PM

Some time after the curative was placed on his hand, he moved slightly letting his wounded arm fall to his side. The pain began to subside from the burns on his palms and fingers.
Hehk li'amnoch shad'dehim his breath hissed a few syllables in the dialect of his village as his hand opened and closed several times. No longer overwhelmed by the deep burns on his hand, the wooden ring he wore began to bring silent relief to his sleeping limbs.

TAOWolf · 02-17-2002, 11:36 PM

As she awaits Cyril, she studies him in the firelight, drinking lilac tea, laced with a tiny pinch of belladonna.
The belladonna coursing thru her veins goes to each of the runes carved into her body, restoring power that was used. She looks thoughtfully at Cyril, and suddenly a flash of one of the dreams she had while in the trance comes to her. ~I saw a locket, and burned limbs....~She looks at his hand, and frowns. ~Was it a dream, and omen, or a message that I was supposed to be here, when he arrived~ The amulet around her neck flashes once, then again and dims back down. Her eyes glow fiercely in the firelight as she glances out the window to the mountains in the distance....~North, then west....north again then east......~ She shakes her head, and stands up, starting to pace back and forth. Finally she sits again, and pulls out an onyx amulet with a moonstone in the middle. She takes off one of her gloves and lays the amulet on top of the two runes carved into the palm of her hand. She chants softly, "amula derkchsa denna". The stone glows, and she peers into it.......................

[ 02-17-2002: Message edited by: TAOWolf ]

Cyril Darkcloud · 02-18-2002, 02:10 AM

With relief comes the stirring of movement, and, as his body recovers its strength, his limbs begin to grow restless. The stiffness in his body having all but disappeared, he begins to move without pain, and the muscles in his face loosen giving it an almost relaxed character. Even his mind has been strangely still, too exhausted even to dream – although here, too, movement begins to return.

The first thoughts that come are themselves nothing more than memories of movement and feelings of elemental delight in the very fact of motion within one’s limbs. To move is to live – the great belief of his people, a people that names all that lives according to its movement – and to know movement is to know life.

Wind, its very essence is to move – the freest of all that is free, moving where and when it will – with the very first breath of birth life drinks the freedom of wind. Names among his people are given at the moment of first breath, and one’s name identifies his way of moving with the wind.

His name ....... his name is a name that has been unsaid, torn from him by the Exiling, cast back into the wind and dispersed ....... He awakes to the memory of the scattering of the syllables of a name no longer his own.

[ 02-18-2002: Message edited by: Cyril Darkcloud ]

02-17-2002, 11:36 PM	#139
TAOWolf White Dragon Join Date: December 1, 2001 Location: Mountains of Arkansas, US Posts: 1,887	As she awaits Cyril, she studies him in the firelight, drinking lilac tea, laced with a tiny pinch of belladonna. The belladonna coursing thru her veins goes to each of the runes carved into her body, restoring power that was used. She looks thoughtfully at Cyril, and suddenly a flash of one of the dreams she had while in the trance comes to her. ~I saw a locket, and burned limbs....~She looks at his hand, and frowns. ~Was it a dream, and omen, or a message that I was supposed to be here, when he arrived~ The amulet around her neck flashes once, then again and dims back down. Her eyes glow fiercely in the firelight as she glances out the window to the mountains in the distance....~North, then west....north again then east......~ She shakes her head, and stands up, starting to pace back and forth. Finally she sits again, and pulls out an onyx amulet with a moonstone in the middle. She takes off one of her gloves and lays the amulet on top of the two runes carved into the palm of her hand. She chants softly, "amula derkchsa denna". The stone glows, and she peers into it....................... [ 02-17-2002: Message edited by: TAOWolf ] __________________ May the moon always shine upon your face, and your imagination soar to the heavens.... Chan ann leis a’chiad bhuille thuiteas a’chraobh.

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02-16-2002, 06:03 AM	#131
Neb Account deleted by Request Join Date: May 17, 2001 Location: . Age: 38 Posts: 8,802	Neb moved quickly, something had gone wrong during that trance, SHE WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO HAVE DREAMED, he reached a forest and returned to his normal form. The Psionic leaned against a tree and clutched his aching skull, he was not supposed to have seen those dreams.... His head felt like it was splitting apart judging by the pain, somehow her mind had affected his. He rested for a while, then changed into the form of a falcon and continued his journey, he would have to find someone that could tell him what had happened to him.... (OOC: A good portion of KayLisa's memories were copied into Neb's brain, he's going to have problems distinguishing between them and his own so he'll probably go quite insane and seek out KayLisa and Cyril to kill them.)

02-17-2002, 12:10 PM	#132
Cyril Darkcloud Lord Soth Join Date: February 7, 2002 Location: New York Posts: 1,980	She is very slow in stirring and he watches her movements with great attention. Her breathing at least has slowed and softened, and has been so for some time after that last, almost sobbing, outburst. Whether merely coincidence or not he cannot say, but there has been a greater calmness about her since the first movement of light into the morning sky. “It was a striking sunrise they missed,” he thinks. “Sunfall last evening as well for that matter,” he adds with a laugh. “How different the end of the trance has been for the two of them,” he whispers. “Such a restless movement about him....” The roof is no place for her to continue resting and he would carry KayLisa to the room he had the bartender prepare for her, but he could not trust his injured arm to support her body. “It is ironic,” he thinks, “I have saved enough strength for one more battle – [it would be my last] – and yet I am too helpless to lift her.” The hours of watching did nothing to speed his own healing and his body is again demanding the chance to rest. “Soon,” he says to himself hoping that this is not to be yet another broken promise, “soon I will be able to rest.” For now however, there is only the numbing slowness of fatigue and the question of her recovery.

02-17-2002, 12:42 PM	#133
Neb Account deleted by Request Join Date: May 17, 2001 Location: . Age: 38 Posts: 8,802	(OOC: TAO, does your character have any overwhelming fears or phobias? Heh, they're part of what has "infected" Neb's mind.)

02-17-2002, 04:26 PM	#134
TAOWolf White Dragon Join Date: December 1, 2001 Location: Mountains of Arkansas, US Posts: 1,887	OOC: (yes, Neb, the sword she carries is cursed, and the souls of those she has killed are in the sword. She is afraid the souls will get out and wreak havoc on someone) IC: She stirs, lifting her head slowly, and looks around..... she starts to get up, and falls back, sound asleep..... OOC: be back in a couple hours!!

02-17-2002, 08:20 PM	#135
Cyril Darkcloud Lord Soth Join Date: February 7, 2002 Location: New York Posts: 1,980	He kneels beside her to check her breathing again now that her stirrings have stopped and she has fallen asleep. Again he lightly touches the cloak calling forth its protection over the sleeping woman. “It will remain with her until I am sure she is well,” he decides. “It is time to get her to her room.” Frustrated and embarrassed by his inability to move her himself, he slowly rises, moves to the door and calls down the staircase ...... ..... With the help of Maria and one of the young men from the kitchen, he sees that KayLisa is gently settled onto a bed. “The rooms here,” he asks Maria, “are they all so ..... small?” “Why, sir,”, she replies, “This is the largest we have.” “Oh .... I see.....” he says looking around already uncomfortable with the low ceiling and confining walls. He places a small chair near the open window and sits down. As the woman leaves he pours himself some water and resumes his vigil over the sleeping woman. He laughs quietly as he repeats what seems to have become his mantra since stepping into this place, “No, it is never easy.” [ 02-17-2002: Message edited by: Cyril Darkcloud ]

02-17-2002, 09:32 PM	#136
TAOWolf White Dragon Join Date: December 1, 2001 Location: Mountains of Arkansas, US Posts: 1,887	Yawns, and opens her eyes, looking around....~hmmm....how did I get here?~Notices Cyril by the window, asleep, and smiles. She throws off the cloak, and places it over him. She goes to the fireplace and starts a pot of tea, and sits in the other chair, watching Cyril. Coming to a decision, she takes some sweet basil, foxglove and scotch broom from their respective pouches and crushes them together with some tallow. She goes over to Cyril, and applies it to his hand, then goes back to the chair, and sleepily waits for her tea to be ready.....

02-17-2002, 09:40 PM	#137
Cyril Darkcloud Lord Soth Join Date: February 7, 2002 Location: New York Posts: 1,980	OOC: I don't believe I've ever role-played sleeping in such detail -- lol.

02-17-2002, 11:20 PM	#138
Cyril Darkcloud Lord Soth Join Date: February 7, 2002 Location: New York Posts: 1,980	Some time after the curative was placed on his hand, he moved slightly letting his wounded arm fall to his side. The pain began to subside from the burns on his palms and fingers. Hehk li'amnoch shad'dehim his breath hissed a few syllables in the dialect of his village as his hand opened and closed several times. No longer overwhelmed by the deep burns on his hand, the wooden ring he wore began to bring silent relief to his sleeping limbs.

02-18-2002, 02:10 AM	#140
Cyril Darkcloud Lord Soth Join Date: February 7, 2002 Location: New York Posts: 1,980	With relief comes the stirring of movement, and, as his body recovers its strength, his limbs begin to grow restless. The stiffness in his body having all but disappeared, he begins to move without pain, and the muscles in his face loosen giving it an almost relaxed character. Even his mind has been strangely still, too exhausted even to dream – although here, too, movement begins to return. The first thoughts that come are themselves nothing more than memories of movement and feelings of elemental delight in the very fact of motion within one’s limbs. To move is to live – the great belief of his people, a people that names all that lives according to its movement – and to know movement is to know life. Wind, its very essence is to move – the freest of all that is free, moving where and when it will – with the very first breath of birth life drinks the freedom of wind. Names among his people are given at the moment of first breath, and one’s name identifies his way of moving with the wind. His name ....... his name is a name that has been unsaid, torn from him by the Exiling, cast back into the wind and dispersed ....... He awakes to the memory of the scattering of the syllables of a name no longer his own. [ 02-18-2002: Message edited by: Cyril Darkcloud ]

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