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Kalia_Majere
07/13/2002 12:05 PM

Darkness enveloped him....his eyes strained to see what the vision was trying to show him...

There... A girl...her eyes open...staring blankly... Roland reached out a shaking hand to touch her, but pulled his hand back sharply as if burned. Echoes of the girl’s screams reached his ears.

Help me!! You must help me! Roland jumped....the intensity of the voice frightened him...and he stared down at her....and then noticed his own hands....and though he never touched her....they where covered with blood.

Roland woke with a barely stifled scream. he leapt up from his bed in the inn, and rushed to the decanter of water and the towels...and frantically scrubbed at his clean hands. Roland noticed this, and stopped, his hands shaking. He caught his reflection in the old broken mirror, and shuddered at the haunted expression in his blue eyes. His golden hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat...and he splashed some of the cold water on his face....and dried it roughly with the towel.

“Oh Gods...why do ye show me these things? why me?” Roland ran his fingers through his shoulder length hair, and shook his head so that the long strands covered his slightly pointed ears...his elven heritage. he sighed as he though of his mother...gentle and sweet Lia NightStar...She too had dreams...but it was his father...a dark man...evil man...it was he who gave Roland the unwanted Dark Sight....Gifts combined from his parents...Gifts that he never wanted...and still didn’t want.

He got up and pulled on his linen tunic, and pulled out his light riding cloak...the weather was warm...and he usually traveled light. He went downstairs, and instead of taking his breakfast then...he asked only for a bit of beef, cheese and bread to be wrapped up.

He walked out to the stable, and set up the tack for his sorrel gelding. He led the gelding out of the stable and then swung up in the saddle. he turned the gelding’s head north, and headed in the direction of the dream’s call. he didn’t like it...but he couldn’t just ignore it either. Out of Haven he rode...heading north...heading for what...he did not know.

OOC: Okay....here's the deal people..I will be playing Roland and his Father...as of now..I have someone to play the girl...and one other....I really only need maybe Two more people...thats it...this won't be that long of a story...and I found that the less characters...the easier it is to finish a thread. Thank you!

Look beyond the coffers
to the men who weild the swords.
The one who rules their hearts and minds
is the one who guides the wars
The crown is not the only one
who writes the songs we sing
some games of power, blood, and death
are played by knights...Not kings.

[Edited by Kalia_Majere on Saturday, July 13, 2002 3:51 PM]

Dark_Master
07/13/2002 2:44 PM

The woods were tranquil. At peace. So was she. Her bare feet, as delicate as the blooming flowers, barely touched the lush, green grass as she danced through the trees. She sang..... Her voice as clear as the morning dew, as sweet as necter. Her legs flashed, shapely, toned, as were her arms. A short dress was all she wore, as fine as the spider webs which held the droplets of water brought by the recent rain, but as strong as the hardend earth beneath her feet.

The birds twittered and chirpped as they sang their own melody, trying to match that off hers. To no avail. Her skin was soo deeply tanned, it looked as brown as the earth, her fingers were as nimble as the willow branches which were her name sake....Willow. But her eyes....different. There was no description to their colour....they seemed to constantly change, with her mood, her surroundings.

Her hair was a cascading river of golden brown ringlets, pasing her trim waste. A circlet of twisted wood and leaves adorned her brow, as flowers ran through her hair.

She was a Wood Sprite. Considered the fairest that ever existed amoungst her kin. An earthly beauty shaped and moulded by nature. A small deer fawn bounced out from the trees, its mother close behind. She heard voices, she paniced. No mortal man had ever looked upon her. She twisted and turned, her shape became distorted, her arms lengthed and split, her legs joined and became solid. Eventually within mere seconds, she was a willow trees, her leaves rustling in the wind. Although transformed, the tree was no less a site to behold than she was in her human form. Two men followed the mother and fawn deer. Hunters she tought. She despised them, hunting the animals whose fear and pain she felt as the arrow entered their soft flesh, spliting bone and ripping tendon. It had been the mother. The hunters lef the fawn for this bigger prise. Hauling the once vibrabt mother, her little son cowered within the dense bushes.

Once they had left, she changed once more, into her human form. Touching the fawn gently, it soothed at her touch, knowing her as friend. It would die without a mother, and so she took him, away deep into the forest known only to her and her kin sprites. The little deer followed her willingly, she gave him confort, food, a mothering sense, and such she came be viewed as. Til the heart's blood boils or the bones be ash,
til the tallow be dust and death's teeth gnash
this one be mine.....

Slyknife
07/13/2002 2:45 PM

Like most times in his life Cindertanin was miserable, but this time he had an excuse, that seemed fitting. Palanthas, the lordcity, was terrible to him, everyone was cheerful and asked why he wore such dark clothes and showed him colors that made his head spin and agrivated him.

"Please buy these you'll look nicer"
"These will go well with your smile... if you have one."
"You know you'd... well no you wouldn't look good in this."

People bothered him in general, but saleman held a special place of torment in his mind. He decided to head south, maybe see Haven and Solace, again, at least Otik remembered him with fondness."With the slightest twitch of my magey hands, I could explode you completely dead. And it would be messy so there! " Black mage, 8-bit Theatre.

Kalia_Majere
07/13/2002 3:28 PM

Roland sighed...the woods calming enough to make him nod in his saddle. A sudden sound roused him. there...in front of him.... Roland reined in the gelding, and pulled out the vallenwood bow from it's holder behind him.

The deer ahead was totally unaware of him...he raised his bow, sighted along the blue fletched arrow....Look beyond the coffers
to the men who weild the swords.
The one who rules their hearts and minds
is the one who guides the wars
The crown is not the only one
who writes the songs we sing
some games of power, blood, and death
are played by knights...Not kings.

Dark_Master
07/13/2002 3:38 PM

Willow's head snapped up. She heard the human raising his bow to shoot down her fawn. Her anger swelled up. The birds ceased their song, the leaves hushed. Everything was silent. She leapt through the trees, spinning in the air, from nowhere a thin spindly branch appeared, she struck the man with, knocking him from his beast.

"No!! Harm him not sir least thou would wish to face the rage of the wood!" Her heart pounded within her cheast. Her eyes changing, bright vibrant colours, a warning, but showing the wild fear and exhileration she was experiencing. "Well.....what say you human?" Til the heart's blood boils or the bones be ash,
til the tallow be dust and death's teeth gnash
this one be mine.....

Kalia_Majere
07/13/2002 3:44 PM

Roland fell with a wordless cry...He felt the arrow bite into his palm as he fell on it...and then he stared at the most beautiful maid he had ever laid eyes on....

"I....Forgive me M'lady..." He raised his hand up...numbly felt the pain in the deep cut...but didn't heed it. "I...My name is Roland...I am a Half-elf...I..." He stumbled over the words...his eyes locked onto hers...and for a moment fought a moment of dizzyness...then his vison cleared....and he was caught...fallen...

"Forgive a fool, M'lady..." He mumbled, his hands resting in his lap...oblivious to the fact that his own blood was staining the leather of his breeches....his eyes locked to hers

a sudden lance of fear stabbed at his heart...was it she? He studied her...but could only stare into her eyes...and found that he was missing something in his soul...and she seemed to complete it.Look beyond the coffers
to the men who weild the swords.
The one who rules their hearts and minds
is the one who guides the wars
The crown is not the only one
who writes the songs we sing
some games of power, blood, and death
are played by knights...Not kings.

Dark_Master
07/13/2002 3:57 PM

Willow was startled. He could resist her eyes.....a feat she was told was impossible. Her eyes wondered from his, though she loathed to do so...he seemed to fit in with her....his ....being felt as one with her. He shrugged the sensation off and focused on his bleeding wound. "Y..you are forgiven...i should not have lashed out like that....such is...not within me..usually....but that foul is dear to me...i ask you to not harm him....nor any living creature within this forest....here, let me tend your wound."

She knelt down beside him. She touched his wound and whispered a few words....."It is not tainted and will heal clean......but there may be a scar." Willow picked a few leaves from a tree and a vine. Wrapping the leaves around his arm, she again looked at him, he brought no harm with him, that much she could tell.

"Well ...Roland...." The name seemed rolled off her tounge strangely in her sweet, harmonic accent. "I must take my leave of you...again...fell no creature within this wood...i beg of thee." With that she walked off amongst the trees. The fawn following by her side. Til the heart's blood boils or the bones be ash,
til the tallow be dust and death's teeth gnash
this one be mine.....

Kalia_Majere
07/13/2002 4:10 PM

Roland watched her depart....and once she left his sight...he blinked stupidly....and then stood. He stared at his hand...and then looked back up...he shook his head and then turned. "Cortin?" he called....as he noticed that his gelding was gone.

"Blast! he must've bolted when she threw me from him." He turned...and noticed no tracks...as if the gelding had just vanished... He turned to where the woman had faded from his sight...and followed. his bow had snapped...all he was left with was his sword...enough for defense anyhow.

He dusted himself off, and stared in disgust at his leg. His horse...his pack...his food...gone... He walked on steadily...hoping to find either her, or another friendly face.Look beyond the coffers
to the men who weild the swords.
The one who rules their hearts and minds
is the one who guides the wars
The crown is not the only one
who writes the songs we sing
some games of power, blood, and death
are played by knights...Not kings.

Dark_Master
07/13/2002 4:33 PM

She leaned against a tree. Her heart still raced...fast and hard. She dropped the wooden branch and placed a hand over her heart as if to try and calm it. The young fawn nudged her. "Worry not little one....we are going...." Willow turned and resumed walking. She couldn't get him out of her mind...he was fixed...what was this ..feeling...she felt inside.

She heard him following and moved swiftly away. Willow would need to talk with her kin before persuing anything with the man.....he was part fair folk....she liked the fair folk....elves mortals called them....they were in tune with her world. They understood better the difficulties her kind faced. Til the heart's blood boils or the bones be ash,
til the tallow be dust and death's teeth gnash
this one be mine.....

Kalia_Majere
07/14/2002 5:41 AM

"damn!" Roland cursed...as he lost her trail. "should've known...." he turned and noticed a clearing in the trees. He continued in that direction....and broke the treeline...

He smiled as the sun hit him...warming him that he didn't realize just how chilled he actually was. A soft nicker greeted him, and he turned to see his gelding standing there in the medow. "there you are!" he smiled and patted the gelding...He turned back to the forest...and smiled wistfully...
s"I'll be back..." he whispered, and swung up into the saddle. he again turned his horse's head north...but this time moved on at a leisurely pace...no more urgency in his eyes.

He passed through another small section of the forest, and finally found the road again...he spotted a figure on the road...traveling towards him... when suddenly the Dark Sight gripped him again

"Help me! You must help me!?" came the voice filled with panic. Roland swayed...and nearly slipped out of the saddle, only to find the man who was heading his way, help steady him in his saddle.

"Who are you?" Roland asked thickly.

(Your cue Slyknife)Look beyond the coffers
to the men who weild the swords.
The one who rules their hearts and minds
is the one who guides the wars
The crown is not the only one
who writes the songs we sing
some games of power, blood, and death
are played by knights...Not kings.

Slyknife
07/14/2002 8:49 AM

"Tired of Palanthas. I am completely tied of that godforsaken CITYT OF THE ABYSS!!! I feel better. My name is Cindertanin, I'm traveling from Palanthas south, because I really have no apprecieation for the market in that town." Cindertanin said looking around.

"Well now that youre stable I'll be off... there's something in this forest... female, in a human guise I think. Show yourself, Willow is it?" Cindertanin said staring in the difrection Willos was at."My characters are my pawns, and here comes the lawnmower"
-Me

Dark_Master
07/14/2002 11:16 AM

OOC: Til the heart's blood boils or the bones be ash,
til the tallow be dust and death's teeth gnash
this one be mine.....

Dark_Master
07/14/2002 11:16 AM

OOC: Emm...willow is deep within the forest consulting with the others of her kind....she isn't any where near you two....... Til the heart's blood boils or the bones be ash,
til the tallow be dust and death's teeth gnash
this one be mine.....

Slyknife
07/14/2002 2:13 PM

((OOC: yes but his sences go rather far, bastard half-demon remember?))

"Oh it doesn't matter it's not too close." Cindertanin said, turning to walk away. "Unless you are not headed to Palanthas I'll continure on my way.""My characters are my pawns, and here comes the lawnmower"
-Me

Dark_Master
07/15/2002 2:08 AM

Deep within the forest, Willow leapt from tree to tree. The young fawn jumped joyfully below her, running to keep up. She was near her kin. Their voices filled the air, sweet and meoldic. But none matched hers. Her sister kin hailed her from the tree tops. She jumped down with ease. "Sister Willow, you have been gone for some time, we feared something fell had become you."

"Nae Sister Oak, i stumbled across....a man." She paused, a puzzled expression came over Oak's face.....but then it dawned on her what a man was...."A human!! Why sister i thought you above all would have known how dangerous humans are....." But she wsa cut off...." Sister, he has the blood of the fair ones running through him, he is only part human....i think."

This seemed to placate Oak. "You had best speak with the Wood Eldars.....they will want to know of this....." With that the two of them ran even deeper in the wood, towards the Life Spring, their home. The little deer bounced behind them. Til the heart's blood boils or the bones be ash,
til the tallow be dust and death's teeth gnash
this one be mine.....

Kalia_Majere
07/15/2002 9:15 AM

Roland turned to Cindertanin. "I do not know where it is I journey...I am following a nightmare...." He mumbled, tapping his heel to the gelding's flank.

the Gelding paced forward, his head bent, nearly as weary as his master. Roland sighed as he couldn't keep his mind of the Sylph...and he shook his head sharply trying to shake her image from his mind.Look beyond the coffers
to the men who weild the swords.
The one who rules their hearts and minds
is the one who guides the wars
The crown is not the only one
who writes the songs we sing
some games of power, blood, and death
are played by knights...Not kings.

Slyknife
07/15/2002 9:52 PM

Cindertanin paused at Roland's words, "I am following a nightmere...." "Following what kind of nightmare? Describe it to me as well as you can." Cindertanin asked, politely."My characters are my pawns, and here comes the lawnmower"
-Me

Kalia_Majere
07/16/2002 10:28 AM

Roland tugged lightly on the reins, and the gelding stopped. He closed his eyes...and told Cindertanin the dream...

"I woke up when I saw the blood on my hands...I have to stop this from happening..." He said softly, his blonde hair blown loose by the wind...his ears showing the proof of his heritage.Look beyond the coffers
to the men who weild the swords.
The one who rules their hearts and minds
is the one who guides the wars
The crown is not the only one
who writes the songs we sing
some games of power, blood, and death
are played by knights...Not kings.

Dark_Master
07/18/2002 1:37 PM

OOC: Lety me know if this is ok Kalia, i'll change it if need be.

Willow reached the centre of the Wood...the Life Spring....her home...although any wood of forest was home to her....this was where her heart was...this was her home, her birthplace, the birthplace of all her kin. It lay in ruins...she could feel the pain of the trees and earth all around her. Many of her kin had been slaughtered....her sister kin next to her broke down at the mere sight, she couldn't take the pain, but neither could Willow. Together they sat and weeped with the trees. Many animals had come by...sensing the great distress of the Wood creatures whom they felt at peace with for soo many centuries.

The little fawn nudged Willow with his snout. She smiled weakly, and patted the her little 'son'. But, a shadow loomed over them....darker than night sky....it raised a menacing blade and brought it down on Oak...green blood marred Willow's face as the sword slashed across Oak's back, cleaving her nearly in two. Willow couldn't move, she was paralysed with fear and shock. It barely registered that the figure raised its bloody blade once again to strike her.

Then she wailed. "Help me! You must help me!!" Her voice resonated through out the forest....it startled the already petrified birds. The little deer had could do nothing to help her.....it ran....through the woods, with a sense of urgency....he headed in the fair persons direction. Til the heart's blood boils or the bones be ash,
til the tallow be dust and death's teeth gnash
this one be mine.....

Slyknife
07/18/2002 1:45 PM

Cindertanin was about to speak when he heard a scream, "Friend of yours?" He asked starting off in the direction of the sound, not being quiet at all, but going at the speed of a terrified elf."My characters are my pawns, and here comes the lawnmower"
-Me

Dark_Master
07/18/2002 1:57 PM

Willow scrambled out of the way as the balde fell and sunk into the ground where her foot had been. She tried to wipe Oak's blood from her face, but she couldn't, tears streamed down her face, mixing with blood. She backed against a tree.....and looked up...."Help me!"

Vines streaked from the tree above, wrapping around the dark figure, twisting squeezing, but even they couldn't hold long against this man's ferocity. But it gave her a good chance to get up and run.... Til the heart's blood boils or the bones be ash,
til the tallow be dust and death's teeth gnash
this one be mine.....

Kalia_Majere
07/18/2002 11:17 PM

Roland didn't hesitate...The cry filled his Soul louder than it filled his ears. He turned the Sorrel Gelding's head, and leaned forward, the gelding lept forward...raceing madly back for the forest.

The Gelding ran tirelessly, leaping gracefully, and landing easily, never Jarring Roland very hard. He pulled his sword free, as the gelding raced further into the woods...to it's very heart....and there...the Sylph!

Roland lept from the racing gelding with ease, landing with a grace unknown to humans...He ran forward, reaching for her hand, The terror that filled his mind...didn't affect his actions...

He turned and saw a figure crashing heedlessly down a path, sword drawn. He pushed willow behind him, and stood there, Sword drawn...as he watched Willow's pursuer burst into the small clearing. and gaped in surprise...those dark eyes....that cruel sneer....could it be? after all this time?

"well well, the little brat has found some company I see...Half-elf bastard son of mine..." The man sneered, and raised his sword. Roland didn't move...his eyes narrowed in anger as he heard the man's words. He held his sword tighter, and backed up feeling Willow cling to him in desperation.

"Father....How...how could you..." he choked...as His father just sneered.You can steel the band from the Cooper hands
and the rabbit from the cook
you can walk through a gauntlet of far seeing eyes
if you hide as a tree in the wood
you can talk to the deaf and hear from the mute
deception will save where the sword arm fails
if you work with your heart and mind

Dark_Master
07/19/2002 2:33 AM

Father!.....that thing...is his father....., Willow couldn't contain herself, he had bucthered her kin, Oak...she didn't know if any of them were still alive....were would they have went, the Life Spring was the only ting most of her kin knew....

She steeled herself, stood up slowly, shaking like the Ash leaves. She would avenge them. This human would pay for his actions, even if it meant the end of her. Kneeling down, she picked up a leaf.
Til the heart's blood boils or the bones be ash,
til the tallow be dust and death's teeth gnash
this one be mine.....

Kalia_Majere
07/19/2002 10:12 AM

Roland felt Willow move behind him. Without thinking, he moved, raising his sword, he darted forward, his Father's sword met his...

"foolish welp..." he snarled, as he bore down on Roland's sword. Roland strained under his father's strength. "I see your mother babied you as well....Elven Bitch!" Roland's eyes darkened...as something within him snapped.

With a wordless cry, Roland moved with lightning speed, and rolled from under the Human's attack. He brought his sword up in one smooth motion, and the tip cut deeply into the man's cheek, and he staggered back...the line of blood reaching from his temple to chin....blinded in his left eye. He looked up, his hand covering his left eye. "You may have won this time brat...but you won't win again...." He sneered, and faded from sight.

Roland staggered back, tears falling unchecked down his cheeks. He fell to his knees, his sword lay forgotten on the ground. "damn him..." he sobbed, burying his face in his hands....You can steel the band from the Cooper hands
and the rabbit from the cook
you can walk through a gauntlet of far seeing eyes
if you hide as a tree in the wood
you can talk to the deaf and hear from the mute
deception will save where the sword arm fails
if you work with your heart and mind

Dark_Master
07/19/2002 10:26 AM

Willow dropped the leaf in her hand, it floated to the ground. Like his tears. She dropped to the ground next to Roland....her hands reached out and brushed his tear stained cheeks. But said nothing. Her own grief was still too fresh, her throat constricted as all she could do stroke his hair.....why was she soo compelled by this fair person......she had only known him mere hours....but that man.....so dark....it chilled her.

"Roland....?" Til the heart's blood boils or the bones be ash,
til the tallow be dust and death's teeth gnash
this one be mine.....

Kalia_Majere
07/19/2002 10:51 AM

Roland looked up...tears blinding his eyes...as he stared at her. Slowly, he reached up...and drew her to him...holding her as though a drounding man held onto a lifeline....You can steel the band from the Cooper hands
and the rabbit from the cook
you can walk through a gauntlet of far seeing eyes
if you hide as a tree in the wood
you can talk to the deaf and hear from the mute
deception will save where the sword arm fails
if you work with your heart and mind

Slyknife
07/19/2002 11:06 AM

Cindertanin caught up and wheezed, trying to keep up with the gelding was not easy.

"So... I miss... something?" Cindertanin said sipping the acrid fluid in his daggers handel. "You can tell me about it over a meal, I'll pay there's a tavern just over here.""My characters are my pawns, and here comes the lawnmower"
-Me

Kalia_Majere
07/20/2002 2:08 PM

Roland helped Willow up, and followed Cindertanin. He looked at her every chance he got, and smiled. he didn't know her...not in the true meaning of the word, but somehow he felt as if he always had known her....he sighed in frustration as his thoughts seemed to make less and less sense, and walked on.You can steel the band from the Cooper hands
and the rabbit from the cook
you can walk through a gauntlet of far seeing eyes
if you hide as a tree in the wood
you can talk to the deaf and hear from the mute
deception will save where the sword arm fails
if you work with your heart and mind

Dark_Master
07/20/2002 5:20 PM

Willow leaned heavily on Roland, she was safe with him. "Come, i will take you to the Life Spring, or what is left of it....i must see if any of my kin folk survived the...."Her voice choked off as a lump filled her throat...." Come..." Was all she could manage as she pulled Roland. Til the heart's blood boils or the bones be ash,
til the tallow be dust and death's teeth gnash
this one be mine.....

Slyknife
07/20/2002 6:03 PM

((OOC: Did I miss the joke of Kalia, being female in real life, playing a guy, and Dark_Master, being male in real life, playing a girl and lots of innuendo in the writting?!?))

Cindertanin said, "You two go on, I'll look, you need to rest Sylph, your wounds aren't exactly healthy, I'll be back in a moment." Cindertanin said running off to check on the life spring."My characters are my pawns, and here comes the lawnmower"
-Me

Dark_Master
07/21/2002 5:25 AM

OOC: LOL.....well.......hehe

IC: The life spring was ruined, near dead...it took the collective power of her kin to keep this place beaming with life, now....with most of them dead, the trees began to wilt, the leaves fall. She placed a hand on the trunk of a nearby tree, and flinched at the pain and suffering it was experiencing. No wood Slyph attended it....sat in its branches, sang their songs around it....it was weeping.

"How could he do this....this was life, in its purest form. We were happy, what did we do to the humans to deserve this....few even know we exist here. Roland? Do you know why he done this....if so please tell me." Til the heart's blood boils or the bones be ash,
til the tallow be dust and death's teeth gnash
this one be mine.....

Kalia_Majere
07/21/2002 11:42 AM

Roland shook his head, and tried to form words. "my.....He is a Dark man, with an even darker soul...I do not know why he would target your home...but he had an obsession with the destruction of life....He Killed my mother for the same reason..." He turned, his blue eyes dark with anger.

"I will find out why...with my dying breath I will make him pay for what he did to you Willow....You can trust me on that..." Roland said, his fists clenched anger evedent in his very stance.You can steel the band from the Cooper hands
and the rabbit from the cook
you can walk through a gauntlet of far seeing eyes
if you hide as a tree in the wood
you can talk to the deaf and hear from the mute
deception will save where the sword arm fails
if you work with your heart and mind

Dark_Master
07/21/2002 12:11 PM

"I believe you Roland. And i will help you find out....he will suffer at my hands, though we are not known for our more darker deeds, the Wood Slyph are merciless in revenge...." Her eyes smouldering violently, she picked up a seed, whispered a soft tune, barely audible, and planted the seed into the ground.

Keeping her hand over it, she put her soul into the ground. A small green shoot poked up out of the ground. It twisted and turned, striving for light.
"The Life Spring shall teem again one day....on this i swear." Til the heart's blood boils or the bones be ash,
til the tallow be dust and death's teeth gnash
this one be mine.....

Slyknife
07/21/2002 3:47 PM

"Well I'm not partial to working with Faeries, but I'll help, if it'll rebuild this forest." Cindertanin said, looking grim."My characters are my pawns, and here comes the lawnmower"
-Me

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