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tassanaburrfoot
01/12/2004 2:45 PM


Gail turned on the girl and growled, "We took this route because I cannot enter the city by boat!"

Lydia tilted her head to the side. "Really?" she asked. She looked over the warrior's armour. "But what of your armour? While I know it belonged to your husband, shouldn't the knights welcome one of their own kind?"

Gail started to say something, but stopped. She instead turned back to Synth. "If you would like to join us, you may. This village is nothing but burned homes and dead bodies. I must leave. If I linger here much longer, I will faint

Synth noted this game that played between the two, and kept in mind how the information might serve him later. Gail's reaction struck him as unusual. The whole thing struck him as odd. Why would a woman be wearing the armor of a dark knight? He didn't know yet, but he figured it had something to do with her past, given the sensitivity of her response. He didn't get long to dwell on it before..

Lydia watched as the others followed suit. She slowly took her place near the end of the companions. Her eyes carefully looking at Synth and his wife. A small smirk appeared across her face as she gazed back at the place where they had found the two new people. It was obvious who finished the people off. At least to those who knew. She walked up to Synth and whispered, "You did well. You shall be rewarded."

His expression didn't change one bit. He'd kept the presence of mind to act normal around Lydia and try to pass this off as a normal, perhaps casual, conversation. The only words he held for her was a slight nod of his head.
Evira wiped her eyes, standing up and away from the body of the child. It would be a few more minutes before the choking feeling of tears had left her enough so that she could speak. The halfelf turned to face the woman, sighing slightly. " My pain is not important. There are those here who need help more than I do. I'll worry about myself after I've done what I can for them..." said Evira, almost determined. She would not let her own pain get in the way of helping others. Though her heart was breaking, she moved away from the small gathering, heading off to try and find anyone else who was alive in the village.

A lone Ragakas watched the half elf go away. It wasn't her he was interested in, it was the woman talking to Synth. That had to be Gail, or so he thought. The fact that Synth seemed to be holding her attention and the fact that the only other woman nearby had the Queen's armor on only added to his conclusion.

The Red Draconian pulled his wings back, bringing a large broadsword up to level. Then with as much speed as he could muster, he ran for Lydia, still mistaking her for Gail. He knew if he could just cause enough confusion, perhaps Synth could get whatever it was Lord Krylis wanted.

Lydia walked next to Synth in silence for a little longer and then started walking closer to Gail, preferring the warrior's company, yet unsure why. It was then that the draconian came. Lydia's reaction was quick as she shoved Gail out of the way. The draconian shoved his sword through Lydia's stomach as easily as a knife through butter.

Gail fell to the ground on her hands and knees and looked up in time to see Lydia get impaled with the sword. Screaming in rage and with quick reflexes, Gail unsheathed her sword and went to attack the draconian.

But the draconian did what he was set out to do and was quick to leave. Gail started to chase after him, but then heard Lydia's voice, "L-lady G-g-gail.."

The barmaid fell to the ground in a pool of her own blood. Gail rushed to the girl's side and cradled Lydia's head in her lap. "I-i-i'm so c-c-cold," the barmaid stuttered, blood coming from her mouth.

Tears fell from Gail's eyes as she realized that this girl had just saved her life.

Synth was enraged. His cool complextion did not show it, but underneath the forces of magic within him began to stir like a volcano waiting to blow its top. This could mess everything up! The dark one would be furious if he didn't act.

The mage made his way over to where Lydia had fallen, knowing that each second was important. He looked to Gail, addressing her in his ever cold tone, " Much work must be done before she goes into shock. Hold her steady while I cast the spell..." Then with much haste he brought his dagger out, the object that was the focus of his power. The blood gem pulsated as though it could sense Lydia's waning lifefource. It seemed to be almost hungry for her, wanting to consume her very being. Synth was too experienced to let that happen. Instead he turned the flow of life coming into the dagger outward, projecting it upon the girl.

The first part of the spell was done with those actions. The second part would be much more complex. Synth began to whisper words, words never spoken by any redrobe or even any blackrobe. The pulsating gem became a lightsource too bright to look at, until finally emitting a long shaft of light which peirced into the wound where Lydia had been hit. The unholy magic began to knit the flesh back together and repair the damage, using the very essence of stolen life to heal the girl. When the wound was closed enough to let Lydia's own body do the rest, Synth fell to his knees, exausted from the toll the spell had placed on him.

Gail nodded to Synth and held the girl steady, holding Lydia's hand as well. As the dark elf performed his magic, Gail closed her eyes and whispered a prayer to any god or goddess who listened. She felt more then saw the bright light and had to close her eyes tighter to keep the light from invading her eyes.

As Synth fell to his knees and the spell ended, Lydia slowly opened her eyes. "M...my lady?" she whispered.

Gail opened her eyes and looked at Lydia. Seeing the girl recovered, the warrior wrapped the girl in her arms and hugged her deeply, even kissing her lightly on the cheek.

Lydia said nor did anything, just laid there. She was healed, but she was weak.

Gail then picked herself up and looked at the barmaid and dark elf. "Well, you two are in no fit to walk," she stated simply.

She whistled to Vingaard who immediately obeyed. "I want the two of you to ride Vingaard until you have gained enough strength to walk on your own," she said.

Lydia looked up at Gail. "Can you help me up?" she asked, holding out a hand.

Gail took the hand and lifted Lydia wabbling to her feet. Gail drew Lydia's arm around her shoulder and led the girl next to the horse. She then helped Lydia onto the horse. "I realize he's not that comfortable with the packs, but it's better then you walking."

The warrior then turned to Synth. "Are you going to come over here, or do you need help getting to and on the horse as well?" she asked the mage.

As they walked on behind Gail, each companion seeming to pair of with each other, Aleria looked over at Narrisa. Her blue eyes were full of pain and confusion. To much had happened to quickly for the young Cleric to keep up with. "Where's just so much pain around....the villagers and now the Knight's child. I wish there was more that I could do."

The attack in Lydia happened so quickly, that before the elvenwoman could get to her, the Mage got to her first. As his spell began to heal the barmaid and he fell to his knees exhausted, Aleria watched him warily. She knew that the nature of the spell he had used wasn't that of clerical prayer, but yet it did not sound like an ordinary magical chant either..

tassanaburrfoot
01/12/2004 2:46 PM

Narissa glanced worridly to the cleric, her heart going out to the elf. She had been through so much... Walking back to her she smiled gently.

"Don't worry.. I don't think theres anything you could have done.." She whispered in her ear. "But I sense something is afoot here.. and I intend to find out what it is."

At this Varan turned around, and looked right at the pair. Her eyes shot a warning glance, and the convrsation between the two suddenly stopped.
Varan's nerves were shot. The last time she had felt like this was during her adventure from the little bar she had been keeping. When the blue lady delievered her message to her.

Truth be known Narissa wasn't doing so well either. Not only was she worried about the effect all of the excitement was having on the elf, but she didn't think she could take much more of the sudden attacks, and war like patterns that seemed to follow Gail. She had taken an oath, and would stay with her until the end.. But she thought she may go insane trying...

Airiana whirled when the draconian came out of no where. True enough, she had smelled it for a while, but then the stench of draconians seemed to permeate throughout this land. When she saw it impale Lydia, her emotions were so mixed that she was quite unsure what to do. The draconian was dispatched in short order, and then the strange dark elf, Synth, used his unholy power to heal, which further perplexed the ancient dragon. I will speak with this one and his mate, she told herself. They are by no means normal, the two of them.

At this Varan turned around, and looked right at the pair. Her eyes shot a warning glance, and the conversation between the two suddenly stopped.
Varan's nerves were shot. The last time she had felt like this was during her adventure from the little bar she had been keeping. When the blue lady delivered her message to her.

At the chieftain's rashness, Airiana levied a questioning glare at the Irda woman. "What troubles you so, Varan? Speak unto me, or if it would please you better not to be overheard, bespeak me instead. In the time that I have known you, never have I seen you thus disheveled." Airiana said at length, her glare softening into a concerned look to her Irdan friend.

Catching the sharp look from Varan, Aleria fell silent for a time, though she silently agreed with Narissa's opinion of the events. Glancing at the Idra-in-disguise with concern at how tired she looked, the elfwoman put a hand on her friends arm as they walked. "I'm sure everything will work out, though I'm sure no one will complain when we get a chance to rest again."

The thought of riding was a bit of an insult to a mage of his standard. He considered himself above having to ride the beast and having to deal with the lower creatures. The upper part of his lip curled in a rather rude way, as if the spite he felt was very close to the surface, but repressed just under a layer of ice.

" It is kind of you to offer, but I have no need of a horse.. I have ways to follow and cover distance, all I ask is you leave my mark upon the beast ", said Synth, keeping himself calm despite the fact he felt offended. The dark elf slipped his dagger out once more from his sleeve. While only a few short minutes ago the gem had been bright, it had dulled just over halfway, as if something had been drained from it. Synth closed his eyes and held the blade to the palm of his left hand, cutting a bloodly line across it. Taking his hand, he placed it upon the forehead of the horse, whispering the following verse in a strange form of elvish.

"To the world of all and nothing, a plane of future and past.. Taken to the darkness, shadow become my light. Blood of my strength, blood of my power, become my guiding beacon, a path cut through the belly of the light. Show me all points and none, so that I might judge my road wisely."

The elf removed his hand, leaving a glowing bloody imprint upon the forehead of the horse. The magic he cast was not sinister, but it seemed to be a strange form of neutral magic. The words were bloody and dark, as though the magic itself was corrupt. However anyone who tried to disturb the workings of the magic would get a nasty surprise for messing with his bloodmark.

Synth turned away and walked wordlessly to a treestump. He took a seat there and seemed to be considering everything. The dark elf brought the cut hand to his lips, and appeared to lick the blood up.

Evira had moved to what remained of an altar to Paldine. Her voice was in elvish, but what appeared to be a prayer.

"May Paldine guide the souls of those passed from this world.. My honor given form is my guide, my light a beacon in the darkest night. I'll do my best not to fail in my journey, and work hard not to discard the honors bestowed upon me by the Knights. "

Then she stood and headed back over to where Gail and Synth were at. She managed to catch the end of the conversation between them. While Synth could magic himself where he needed to go, Evira had no special powers and seemed normal except for her armor. She would walk, unless a place was offered to her on the horse.

Lydia smiled as she watched Synth sit down. "I agree. We really should rest, Lady Gail. After all, we still have a ways to go and I was justhealed. I feel tired."

Gail rolled her eyes and patted Vingaard on the muzzle, calming him before he went crazy over the smell of blood. "We have to keep moving. Are you sure you'll be fine, Synth? If so, then we will be on our way. Catch up when you can," she said.

The warrior took Vingaard's reins and started down the trail. They had lost valuable time with the village. Worst still, their rations were wavering. Gail glanced at the river and shuddered. She was unsure she could stomach fish another night. But, if need be, she would. And she wouldn't complain over it.

Lydia thought about the two elves who had joined the companions. It was obvious to her that Synth had come from Krylis. But what of Evira? She had never heard of the hlaf-elf before. And aside from that, the woman wore the armour of a Knight of Solamnia. What was her story? Why did she travel with a black robe? The barmaid wanted to question Evira's allegience horribly. But now was neither the time nor the place. It was obvious to the girl that Gail was upset over the lost time.

Lydia was upset over something else though. Why did Krylis's man attack her? He should've attacked Gail, but from the glimpse the barmaid had gotten in the short space she had seen the draconian before he plunged his sword into her, it seemed he was truly aiming for Lydia and not the warrior.

Did Krylis want Lydia dead? If so, why?

All these questions flooded Lydia's mind as she rode atop the gelding. She wanted to write, but she knew such a thing would be much to dangerous. Especially with the warrior watching her every move.

Seeing that Gail was edgy over the loss of time, Aleria was quick to catch up with the warrior woman and Vingaard. She walked in silence for a time, her soft deerkin boots only a soft whisper on the trail. She thought about the two elves - the knight and the strange mage. She thought about how the Draconian had attacked Lydia so viciously, and how Synth had so quickly rushed to her aid before Aleria could.

Do not spern would you do not understand, came the vioce of her mistress as she remembered one of her first lessons, all things have a proper progression and place in our Lady's plan.

Arandur
01/12/2004 4:39 PM

…Einreavar strode purposefully from the undergrowth, having scouted around the ruined city, searching for any sign of these Sivak that stole the forms of the dead before finding some of the livestock scattered by the raid. The ruins of the village reeked with magic and death that unnerved the barbarian’s grim demeanor, so much killing was beyond his comprehension. It was not necessary; the villagers were not warriors there was no glory to be gained in the battle, no songs to be sung by clansmen telling of one’s valor. Whatever was hunting the woman Gail was as evil as the hideous walrus-folk of the Icereach.

He stopped as he noticed the two new arrivals to the group, his wolf-like eyes narrowing as he saw the black robed figure and his hand tightening around the haft of his iron great-axe Grymskaldir. For a moment he thought that LaValle had returned but then his keen eyes noted the fey features similar to Aleria’s. Wizards, like the black carrion birds, they follow the stench of death…and evil .

Keeping his left hand firmly upon the haft of the axe lest he need it, he adjusted the carcass of the sheep he carried by the hind legs, its dead form slung over his shoulder. He had the impression that something was wrong, the group seemed more on edge than when he had left to scout the village’s outskirts.

“I found meat.” He said simply, heading over to Vinguard and draping the dead sheep across its flanks behind Lydia who looked a little pale to his eyes, but then so much was hard to read in the faces of the Northerners. As he began the task of tying the animal to the flank, he looked over the steed's back to the woman in armor, it seemed that warrior-woman were more common in the North than the tales the clan elders had told.

“I sense something is wrong.” He growled softly to Lydia and Gail who was leading Vingaard as he yanked the last knot tight to secure the meal and took up his axe once again, glancing to the ancestor guide Kildra (Airiana) before looking to the wizard whom Einreavar believed had be the source of all the tension…

[Edited by Arandur on Monday, January 12, 2004 4:42 PM]

Airiana
01/13/2004 8:44 AM


“I sense something is wrong.” He growled softly to Lydia and Gail who was leading Vingaard as he yanked the last knot tight to secure the meal and took up his axe once again, glancing to the ancestor guide Kildra (Airiana) before looking to the wizard whom Einreavar believed had be the source of all the tension…

Airiana (or should I just write Kildra?) sent the feeling of calm to the ice barbarian. 'Lydia was almost killed by a draconian... had it not been for the dark robed mage, she would be dead. He saved her,' She bespoke gently into the warrior's mind.

Lunitari0
01/13/2004 12:56 PM

Aleria looked up as Einreaver rejoined the group from his earlier scouting. The elven woman had to admit she was getting hungry, but as the scent of the dead, bloody carcass's hit her nose, the young Cleric's stomache turned with a touch of naausea. Nausea, thank the goddess, that she was able to fight down so she wouldn't embarrass herself in front of the group.

After all, she chastized herself firmly, In my studies and work, I've seen much worse than a little animal blood.

With that thought fixed in head, Aleria continued walking with the group.

Arandur
01/13/2004 4:49 PM

...Einreavar grunted loudly to show his disbelief that this wizard could have been of any help, but gave a grim nod of respect to Arianna that set the blonde braids that hung from his temples swaying. His eyes scanned the area, narrowed and searching for any sign of this draconian.

As his eyes swept over the two strangers, he cocked his head slightly to the side and studied the pair with his yellow-green wolf-eyes.

“There was so much death in that village, so many killed we could not have seen all of the bodies. And two such as these could have been missed in that carnage. How do we know these aren’t Sivak wearing the forms of the dead?” he asked, the foreign word sounding strange on his tongue…

krackah
01/13/2004 6:35 PM

The irda chieftan spoke up.
"If I recall correctly the Si'vak can only maintain the form for two to three days after they take it. Not to mention the ammount of energy it would take to maintain something like that..."

The chieftan closed her eyes for a second. "Also, I don't believe Si'vak would have that kind of healing ability."

Narissa shuffled her feet nervously. She didn't like these two, but had no intention of showing her distrust to the two. It was too convienent that they just happened to be passing by.
She walked over to Aleria, and put a hand on her shoulder.

"Are you doing better my friend?"

tassanaburrfoot
01/13/2004 6:50 PM

As the day wore on and Einreavar returned, with his carcass and questions, Lydia grew better enough to walk.

Soon the barmaid was walking next to Vingaard rather then riding on him. When question of the strangers' lineage came from Einreavar, Lydia smiled.

Pulling out a small daggar, she leaped at Evira and cut the elf's arm in a place where it wasn't too bad. Deep red blood oozed from the wound. The barmaid smiled satisfiyingly at Einreavar. "Draconian's bleed the same colour blood dragon's do. Black. Even Sivaks bleed black blood, regardless of whether they are in the form of their victims or not."

Gail sneered and yanked the daggar from Lydia. "I ever catch you doing that again and I will slice you from nose to navel. You understand?"

Lydia giggled and gingerly leaped out of Gail's way. "I was just showing the barbarian that Evira and Synth were not draconians," she said innocently.

Gail rolled her eyes. "Don't think for one moment I cannot catch you if I wanted to. I am known as the most agile and fastest person in Palanthas. There is no doubt in my mind whether or not I could catch you," the warrior said annoyingly. "Now, take care of the wound you gave the elfmaid before I give you something worse then a sword in your stomach."

Lydia growled at Gail and narrowed her eyes. "You know, for someone who just had her life saved, you don't sound too grateful. You really shouldn't take things for granted like that, Lady Blackguard. You never know when something bad might happen to someone you love or care about."

Gail whirled and drew her sword. In an instant the two women were on the ground, Gail's sword pointed centimeters away from Lydia's neck.

"Do not think to know the meaning of being grateful, wench," the warrior snarled. "You have not seen what I have seen. While you played with your dolls and flirted with boys, I was working my ass off to get myself somewhere. I was in the midst of war and chaos. My friends were injured, and some were killed right in front of me. I've loved many people, and I've lost more. I had to watch as my husband took his last agonising breaths because there wasn't anything I could do to help him. Do not talk about taking things for granted when you have done nothing but since you joined our group. You know nothing."

The warrior threw the girl onto the ground and stood up, sheathing her sword. Angrily, she walked back up to the front and took Vingaard's reins. "Let's go," the warrior ordered the group.

Lydia did not move. Instead, the girl sat up and brought her arms around her knees. Burying her head in her arms, she started crying. It was an uncontrollable cry. Her sobs could be heard coming from beneath her arms.

Still angered by the girl, the warrior growled, "I said LET'S GO!"

But the girl did not move. She did not speak. She just cried.

"Let's just leave her," the warrior said with impatience.

Lunitari0
01/13/2004 7:11 PM

Aleria watched the events between Lady Gail and Lydia in shocked silence. She would have never known the warrior could act with such fierce emotion. In a way, it both scared and impressed the elven cleric.

When it was over and the barmaid sat crying, Aleria was unsure how to react. She didn't particular like or trust the girl - even less impressed since she had cut the elven knight just to prove a point - but her tears seemed real. At the same time, Aleria felt she could possibly be a danger if lefy on her own.

None of this did the elvenwoman say aloud. Intead,she looked down at the girl, she attempted to get her up by saying, "Come Lydia...nothing more will be accomplished here. Let's move on. Come..."

tassanaburrfoot
01/13/2004 8:03 PM

The girl shook her head vigrously. "No!" she sobbed.

She looked up. Tears streamed down her reddened face. "You all hate me!" she said. "You... you hate me..."

She sniffed. The girl had never known the pain she had felt sitting there on the ground. "You... you think....*sniff*... that I'm a liar and a cheat...I... I never wanted to hurt anyone..."

The girl stared up at Aleria. Sobbing, she stuttered, "That woman... she called me a monster.... Said I was a demon... so..."

Lydia took out the daggar she had used on the dying woman back in the ruined village. It wasn't bloody anymore, but it was stained. "I.... used it on her... I've done... so much wrong..." she whispered, dropping the daggar and putting her head back into the folds of her arms.

Gail turned back to the girl and watched her. The warrior said nothing, just listened to the girl's testiment.

Lydia cried a bit longer. Then, she looked up again. She wiped the tears from her eyes and gazed up at Gail. "You said I didn't know what it was like to lose someone. You are wrong, m'lady. I was orphaned at a young age and so, I never met my parents. The man who adopted me, the old barkeep at the inn where I met you, he was murdered. My village was burned to the ground by draconians. And not ordinary draconians. These are the stuff of nightmares."

Gail looked at the girl curiously. "What are you talking about?"

"Someone created these monsters. They were formed from the eggs of chromatic dragons," the barmaid explained.

Gail frowned as her eyes widened. "How do you know this?"

"I...I..." Lydia started, then stopped.

"Continue, child," Gail whispered, hushed.

Lydia stammered, "I... m-m-met one of them... And... 'e told me."

The girl then put her head back into the folds of her arms and started crying again. It was obvious the girl was going through mental turmoil.

An idea came to Gail's mind then.... Kildra, she spoke to the dragon, I need a favour of you. I have little patience for the girl. Make friends with her. See if you can find out anything else. If she will tell you anything without you having to pry into her mind. There is more to this story then she is telling us. And I want to know as much as possible.

The warrior then put a comforting hand on the girl's shoulder. "I know times are tough, child. We are all suffering. But, the road is not much further. Soon we will be in Palanthas. I'm sure Tiger would welcome you with open arms," she said, trying to muster a hopeful smile.

Lydia looked up and gave a small grin. "You... you think so?"

"Aye, my child. After all," Gail said, standing up and giving Lydia a wink, "th' lad took me 'n me husban' in 'n we were th' worsen lot ye'd ev'r seen."

Lydia chuckled softly and stood up, brushing the dust of the road off her torn and weathered dress and picked up the daggar. She hid the daggar between her bossom and walked quietly with the group as Gail led them onward to the east.

krackah
01/13/2004 8:09 PM

Varan stopped in her tracks as she watched the goings on between the warrior and the woman. The confession was slightly shocking, if not a bit revealing of the girls personality.

Truthfully Varan's heart went out to the girl. Being an Irda had brought the woman many prejudices. The world hated Ogres, and for good reason. They didn't understand that the Irda were diffrent.
Varan knew what it was like to be hated. Walking up to Lydia she put a hand on the woman's shoulder.

"Are you alright Youngling?"


Narissa on the other hand wasn't amused by the girls act at all. She had felt a tug on the magic binding the companions minds together. While she didn't know what had been said, she had a feeling it involved the Barmaid.
She snickered as she watched Gail push the girl down.

"Finally got what you deserved.." She whispered to no one inparticular.



[Edited by krackah on Tuesday, January 13, 2004 8:31 PM]

Arandur
01/13/2004 11:13 PM

…Einreavar watched the display, his face impassive and all hard angles. He understood the reason Lydia had cut the black robed elf, but could not fathom why she had done so in such a way. Amongst the Icereach, to cut someone so suddenly and without a word was a Blood challenge and could only result in a violent death.

He watched the rest of the confrontation impassively but dropped a weathered hand to the hilt of his heavy bladed hunting knife and moved closer to the pair, enough blood had been spilt needlessly this day, more would just anger the spirits of the dead.

He glanced at the others as Gail spoke of her husband and his death and of the loss of her friends, seeking their reactions to the warrior-woman’s words. A painful tale it wove for the young barbarian, but to Einreavar it seemed that these dark days were indeed host to tales as dark as these. His hand absently traced the scars that laced his chest under the sleeveless tunic he wore…


She sniffed. The girl had never known the pain she had felt sitting there on the ground. "You... you think....*sniff*... that I'm a liar and a cheat...I... I never wanted to hurt anyone..."

The girl stared up at Aleria. Sobbing, she stuttered, "That woman... she called me a monster.... Said I was a demon... so..."

Lydia took out the dagger she had used on the dying woman back in the ruined village. It wasn't bloody anymore, but it was stained. "I.... used it on her... I've done... so much wrong..." she whispered, dropping the dagger and putting her head back into the folds of her arms.

…Einreavar’s lupine eyes flared wide for a moment and then narrowed as they fixed upon Lydia, his hand tightening on the leather haft of Grymskaldir. His lip curled in disgust, and he growled.low and menacingly in his throat before turning his back on the young woman and striding away in the direction of Gail.

“You cannot think to bring her with us?” he growled, barely holding his contempt in check, “she is no better than these Sivak who killed those villagers, perhaps worse for she killed her own kinsmen.” His voice held the anger contained behind bared teeth as he strode next to Gail.

“We should leave her here for the crows Gail, before she has a chance to betray or harm one of the others.” He added with a dark look over his shoulder towards Lydia, the creak of leather loud in the air as his hand tightened on the axe’s haft, his skin turning white around the knuckles…

tassanaburrfoot
01/14/2004 8:55 AM

Lydia nodded at Varan. "I shal be ok. Thank you," she said, placing a hand on the Irda's shoulder. "At least someone here likes me."

Then Lydia heard Einreavar's conviction as well as Gail did. The barmaid growled, "I make no secret of my past disgressions. One cannot change the past. We can only work towards changing our future. When I saw the draconian in the bushes, I leaped towards Gail. I knew what the draconian wanted, just like everyone else here should. I don't quite understand why, but these beasts are after the warrior woman. And I for one intend to not let them have her. Even if I have to die doing so. Is that enough to appease your mind, barbarian? Or should I cut my wrist and spill my blood upon Lady Gail's weapon of choice to prove my loyalty?"

Gail's eyes widened. "You will be doing none of that, Lydia. Too much rides on our safe journey to Palanthas. We will have enough trouble on our way then I would like without these arguments. Keep in mind that draconians infest our path. Worst still, we have yet to enter the mountains. And I am sure it will only become worse there. At least here, we are in sight and our enemy is in sight. When we reach the mountains and enter the forest, we will lose this advantage."

The warrior then looked at Einreavar and sighed. She whispered to him, "I trust her less then you do, my friend. But I would rather have her here where I can watch her, then have her off on her own where she can possibly do us much damage. She knows more then she should and she's hiding things she shouldn't. If you can trust nothing else about her, trust that. I know it is hard, but we must tolerate her until I can think of something else. Kildra is with her. The woman will learn what she can. Then hopefully we can get rid of the nuisance."

These were words Lydia did not hear. The barmaid was in silent contemplation and anger for a while. As was the warrior.

They walked for what seemed like hours until the sun started to go down. Gail halted the group. "It is getting too dark to travel. We will make camp here. We are near enough the river. And Einreavar has given us meat to eat. No fish tonight," she said with a smirk as she unlatched the sheep and started to skin it.

"Lydia, dear," the warrior woman called. "You used to work as a barmaid. Surely you know something about cooking?"

The barmaid nodded. "Aye, that I do. My adopted father taught me much."

"Good. You can help me," Gail said, cutting off a lamb leg and handing it to Lydia.

The warrior cut off the other legs and handed Lydia another one. Gail stood up and opened a pack on Vingaard. Taking out some pots, the warrior led Lydia to the fire and started peeling bits of meat off the bone and placing them into a pot. "You do what I'm doing," Gail told the girl.

When they were finished with that, the warrior sprinkled water from her canteen into both pots and set hers on the fire. "You do the same, dear," she said, indicating that Lydia put her pot on the fire.

After Lydia did so, the warrior stood up and walked back over to Vingaard and the rest of the dead sheep. "We have enough meat. If I debone it and place it on a rack, it could dry as we walk tomorrow and we will have jerky to last us a few days. Only problem... what will we use for a rack?"

Airiana
01/14/2004 10:42 AM


An idea came to Gail's mind then.... Kildra, she spoke to the dragon, I need a favour of you. I have little patience for the girl. Make friends with her. See if you can find out anything else. If she will tell you anything without you having to pry into her mind. There is more to this story then she is telling us. And I want to know as much as possible.

Airiana did not send words back, but the feelings of ascent twinged with regret. She still could not believe that the girl had slit the half-elf so casually, and without warning. But, as she was following and protecting the best friend of a dear friend of hers, Airiana obeyed. She went over to the girl and began talking to her. Nothing in particular, only small talk as weather and crops and so on, but enough to keep her busy until nightfall.

When the meal was being prepared, Airiana found herself looking hungrily at what was left of the carcass, mainly the bones. She knew she would need to hunt again soon, and doing so without unnecessarily frightening her companions was beginning to get tricky. When Gail mentioned a rack, the dragoness saw her opening.

"I could collect some fallen wood from the forest here.... enough to make such a device with." She offered, and adding silently to Gail the need for her to hunt, realizing that by this time Gail had some idea of who she really was.

Lunitari0
01/14/2004 10:50 AM

The rest stop for the night was a welcomed one. Gail and Varan had managed to get Lydia moving again, but the tension in the air was thick for the remainder of the day.

While the barmaid and warrior prepared dinner, Aleria slipped into a grove of nearby trees and collected some extra firewood for the night. She layed it beside the fire, offering both Gail and Lydia a small smile before laying out her bedroll.

Arandur
01/14/2004 2:10 PM

...The barbarian worked his axe in circles, using the momentum to bring speed to the axe as he wove the weapon in a complex pattern causing the blade to keen as it cut the air. Sweat dripped from Einreavar and stung the almost healed scars that lined his back but the heavy exertion helped burn away the rage and anger he had felt inside.

Fool. Damned Fool you should by now not everything is as it seems. Northlanders have secrets, all of them.

His thoughts pushed him to work harder, to move faster in punishment for his idiocy until his muscles burned with pain. He had stalked off as soon as they had stopped to camp under the pretense of practicing his blade-work, but he knew it was to work through his anger of trusting Lydia. With a final twist and a leaping turn, Einreavar brought the axe down, breathing heavy and scanned the area with narrowed eyes.

He head over to where his sleeveless tunic, waterskin and bearskin cloak lay and poured the contents of the canteen over his head to wash himself of sweat before heading back to the camp to sit with his back against a tree and his axe across his lap, his hunter’s eyes watching Lydia like a hunter studies his prey…

[Edited by Arandur on Wednesday, January 14, 2004 2:15 PM]

krackah
01/14/2004 7:11 PM

Having realized that she hadn't spent much time with her friend since the village, Narissa plopped down next to Aleria.

"Copper for your thoughts." She smiled to the elven cleric.

Lunitari0
01/15/2004 2:25 PM


Having realized that she hadn't spent much time with her friend since the village, Narissa plopped down next to Aleria.

"Copper for your thoughts." She smiled to the elven cleric.

Aleria looked up from the her book, idily taking in the scent of the sheep cooking on the fire. Looking over at Narissa, she smiled softly at her friend.

"Just trying to clear my mind of all the tension of the day. It's good to rest for the night too."

The elfwoman's last statement rang very true. Though her sky-blue eyes held tiredness, she looked much more relaxed. Since the group had made camp, Aleria had discarded her formal white robes to once again reveal her common clothing underneath. In addition to this, she had released her honey-colored waves from their bun to let her hair flow around her shoulders midway down her back, as well as taking her boots off to feel the soothing grass under her feet.

Atmabahamut
01/17/2004 12:19 AM


Pulling out a small daggar, she leaped at Evira and cut the elf's arm in a place where it wasn't too bad. Deep red blood oozed from the wound. The barmaid smiled satisfiyingly at Einreavar. "Draconian's bleed the same colour blood dragon's do. Black. Even Sivaks bleed black blood, regardless of whether they are in the form of their victims or not."


Evira was caught off guard by the attack to her arm. The half elf reached to the pouring wound, applying what pressure she could to stop the bleeding. Her eyes were wide looking at Lydia, but she did not make a move to draw arms up against the girl. Evira had caught bits and pieces of the conversation and grew slightly offended that her honor was in question. The Half elf woman paused, looking at the group with a steel determination that would made even brave men reconsider their argument with her.

“ I’ve known knights to fight to their deaths over insults to honor like that. If I had been a human male, would you have thought anything horrid like that of me? I’m not only an outcast because of my blood, but I was forbidden to become anything other than an honorary knight due to the lack of things dangling between my legs. “ Said Evira, very bluntly, but honestly, “ I fight as hard as any male can. I’m as loyal as any knight can be, even if I don’t bear an official title. Est Sularus oth Mithas, my honor is my life. I go by my honor as a knight in spirit if even I am forbidden from being one due to my race and gender in body.”

Evira drew her sword, but held it by the blade. Small droplets of blood trickled down the shining steel surface from her hands. The half elf walked to beside Gail -- kneeling while offering the sword up to her. Her head was bowed and her neck exposed fully.

“ I do not know why those creatures wish to harm you, nor do I know if I can be any service. I offer you my sword, my blood, and if the need be, my life. If you doubt my loyalty, or my honor, take my blade and remove my head. It would be no different if I were a full knight and dishonored…”

Her voice had been soft, but full of the truth and determination she felt inside. It was as if Paldine was telling her somewhere deep inside to assist Gail in anyway she could.



The girl shook her head vigrously. "No!" she sobbed.

She looked up. Tears streamed down her reddened face. "You all hate me!" she said. "You... you hate me..."

She sniffed. The girl had never known the pain she had felt sitting there on the ground. "You... you think....*sniff*... that I'm a liar and a cheat...I... I never wanted to hurt anyone..."

The girl stared up at Aleria. Sobbing, she stuttered, "That woman... she called me a monster.... Said I was a demon... so..."

Lydia took out the daggar she had used on the dying woman back in the ruined village. It wasn't bloody anymore, but it was stained. "I.... used it on her... I've done... so much wrong..." she whispered, dropping the daggar and putting her head back into the folds of her arms.

Gail turned back to the girl and watched her. The warrior said nothing, just listened to the girl's testiment.

Lydia cried a bit longer. Then, she looked up again. She wiped the tears from her eyes and gazed up at Gail. "You said I didn't know what it was like to lose someone. You are wrong, m'lady. I was orphaned at a young age and so, I never met my parents. The man who adopted me, the old barkeep at the inn where I met you, he was murdered. My village was burned to the ground by draconians. And not ordinary draconians. These are the stuff of nightmares."

Gail looked at the girl curiously. "What are you talking about?"

"Someone created these monsters. They were formed from the eggs of chromatic dragons," the barmaid explained.

Gail frowned as her eyes widened. "How do you know this?"

"I...I..." Lydia started, then stopped.

"Continue, child," Gail whispered, hushed.

Lydia stammered, "I... m-m-met one of them... And... 'e told me."

The girl then put her head back into the folds of her arms and started crying again. It was obvious the girl was going through mental turmoil.

An idea came to Gail's mind then.... Kildra, she spoke to the dragon, I need a favour of you. I have little patience for the girl. Make friends with her. See if you can find out anything else. If she will tell you anything without you having to pry into her mind. There is more to this story then she is telling us. And I want to know as much as possible.

The warrior then put a comforting hand on the girl's shoulder. "I know times are tough, child. We are all suffering. But, the road is not much further. Soon we will be in Palanthas. I'm sure Tiger would welcome you with open arms," she said, trying to muster a hopeful smile.

Lydia looked up and gave a small grin. "You... you think so?"

"Aye, my child. After all," Gail said, standing up and giving Lydia a wink, "th' lad took me 'n me husban' in 'n we were th' worsen lot ye'd ev'r seen."

Lydia chuckled softly and stood up, brushing the dust of the road off her torn and weathered dress and picked up the daggar. She hid the daggar between her bossom and walked quietly with the group as Gail led them onward to the east.


Synth had not returned yet. He had his own matters to tend to. Like a bucket of ice, Lydia would get the feeling someone had took every ounce of heat from her body. Then the eyes would appear, the eyes of Krylis, floating just in front of her. The eyes would shape slowly into slender Elven eyes, as if staring into her soul. No one else would see this or sense it. It was all happening only in the girl’s mind..

“ You were most foolish to allow me to heal you.. I embraced part of your life force into my own.. You are my eyes and ears now, and thus I can report to the master your actions.. “ , came the voice of the Elf Mage, “ Don’t even react.. No one can hear our thoughts but us.. Believe me Lydia… If you say any more about things to them I can make your mind shatter.. It would look so tragic, the girl finally going mad from all the stress she has been put under… I can twist your words and garble your thoughts.. They would think everything you said to be a lie…”

Images of Elven lands and manor houses would float by Lydia’s mind. Pictures of Elven slaves serving a woman dressed in the finest clothing sitting upon a throne would go by next. The woman looked like an older, but healthier version of Lydia. She was surrounded by gold, arts, and treasures. Once again, Synth continued.

“ If you serve the master well, you will be given control over the Elven lands. Her Majesty will reward you with treasures that would make a Dragon’s hoard look worthless. If you keep your mouth shut long enough, that is. If you disobey… “

Images of Lydia in rags, chained to the wall while Draconians tortured her in ways that would crack any sane persons mind. She’d see images of herself being ripped limb from limb, used up, and beaten, only to be healed again so she could be put through more.. He was careful to keep it from being too intense lest he make her scream out and alert the group..

“ I will know what you know, girl, and thus so will Master Krylis. If you betray him you will not be able to kill yourself fast enough to escape the torment in store for you… Allow the group to keep heading down this route and say nothing more to these people about what you know of his army. Lie if you have to, twist the truth. You seem to be good enough at that. “

Synth needed not to say more. The whole conversation had been in Lydia’s mind and thus no one would be able to hear it but her. It was the magic of the blood bond and if Lydia spoke of hearing voices wouldn't it make her look quite insane? Lydia would be able to figure it out for herself. She would have to choose where her loyalties were or pay for her backstabbing. It would be a very dangerous game for her to play now.

Arandur
01/17/2004 4:47 AM


“ I’ve known knights to fight to their deaths over insults to honor like that. If I had been a human male, would you have thought anything horrid like that of me? I’m not only an outcast because of my blood, but I was forbidden to become anything other than an honorary knight due to the lack of things dangling between my legs. “ Said Evira, very bluntly, but honestly, “ I fight as hard as any male can. I’m as loyal as any knight can be, even if I don’t bear an official title. Est Sularus oth Mithas, my honor is my life. I go by my honor as a knight in spirit if even I am forbidden from being one due to my race and gender in body.”


…Einreavar looked at the half-elfin knight and nodded, his wolf-like eyes appraising the woman. “Yes, if you were indeed a man, kinsmen or no, I would have asked the same question. I know not these Sivak beasts, but I have seen their treachery and love of butchery at the village.” He growled glancing back in the direction of the ruined village.

The tall barbarian barked a sudden laugh as Evira spoke of her gender, a deep throated growl that ended as suddenly and abruptly as it had begun. He swung his great-axe over his shoulder and eyed the knight once more.

“Woman, if your men do not let their women take up arms against such foes as these beasts then they are as foolish with their women as they are with their land. I have seen these women show courage as great as any if the Icereach kinsmen.” He said as he turned to follow the others. “Your blade is welcome in battle beside mine elf-woman, your honesty has earned you that much…”

tassanaburrfoot
01/17/2004 9:43 AM

Gail agreed with Einreavar. "This is one of the things I do not like about the Knights of Solamnia. You can work hard, defend one's honour, and be a knight... if you are male. The knights my husband were a part of did not care for gender or race. They cared only for skill and discipline. You are more then welcome, Evira, to join our group. And I will even accept your mate, or whomever he may be to you. You both have been very helpful since I've met you."

Lydia heard Synth's voice in her head. She saw the images he produced inside her. She was stunned and horrified. Though she did not show these feelings on her face. She smiled to Gail, "Lady Gail, should we rest for now? After all, we have much walking to do on the morrow."

Gail nodded. "You are correct, Lydia. Come now, everyone get their bedrolls and sleep."

Gail handed Evira her bedroll and then climbed a nearby tree.

"Are you not going to sleep, Lady Gail?" Lydia asked, looking up into the tree.

Gail looked forward down the path. "No, Lydia. I will not sleep this night. I am not tired."

The barmaid wasn't satisfied with that answer. And so, she pressed the matter a little, "Every night we stop to sleep, and I never see you sleep. Why is that? There are others here who can take post. You don't have to fear someone attacking us in the middle of the night."

"I do not fear an attack, child," Gail answered, keeping her eyes focused on her surroundings. "I sleep only when I'm exhausted. See, when you are exhausted, your mind rests. When your mind rests, you do not dream."

"You fear dreaming?" Lydia asked, curious now.

"I fear what may be in those dreams. My old friends, my village, my husband... All these images come clear to my mind when I close my eyes," the warrior answered. "Now go to sleep, Lydia. We have a long journey still ahead of us."

"Sometimes it's good to see the past," Lydia commented as she let the warrior go. She went to her bedroll and crawled into it.

"Yes, sometimes it is good," Gail whispered to herself as she watched her companions lay down and go to sleep. "But not when you have my dreams."

Lunitari0
01/17/2004 3:05 PM

Aleria listened to the elven knight make her declaration to Gail, smiling with arroval as the warrior accepted Evira into the group. Though the Quailnesti cleric knew nothing of the Solumnic Knights, she had to agree that she didn't much like the different standards for men an women. Woman or not, Evira seemed to have as much honor and displine as her male counterparts, and should be treated as such.

As everyone prepared to sleep, Aleria said a prayer to Mishakal to see the group safetly through the night before laying down for the night. Soon het eyes closed, her medallion soothing around her neck and her light mace at her side.

krackah
01/19/2004 1:05 AM

That night, two figures garbed in the mists of the mind appeared to Varan and Narissa.

Varan was the first to speak, in what the four had come to know as the space that was not.

the first of the figures, small and lithe, her hair dark green like the sea stepped into the dim light of the otherealm.

She nodded cooly, all buisness which was very far from her character. It was as if the very sea she had been rumored to have been born from had engulfed her.

"I am sorry to report however, that my other half isn't doing as well as we are.."

Varan's eyes began to well with tears.

"Krista... whats wrong with Gregorian?" THe figure of Krista wavered for a moment, as it looked back to the still fourth figure.

"She's... been poisoned. We were on a ship for someplace i had never heard of.. and someone slippd something in her drink... I believe she had an alergic reaction. I'm so worried about her.."

Narissa walked up to her friend, and put a hand on her shoulder. "I'm sure she will recover. don't worry too much." She tried to smile kindly, but was having trouble keeping the worry from her own voice.

Things worked differently in the space that was not. Ones emotions could be heard in your voice, no matter how hard you tried to cover them... For it was the truest form of mind speak.. four minds connected as one..

The figure of Gregorian stumbled forward, and then faded from view.

"I fear she may not have much time left my friend..." Krista said, her voice becoming tighter.

"However, even if she passes on, I will continue our mission... How goes your side of it Chieftan?"

Varan looked off to the side for a moment.
"We are currently travleing with a female knight and her companions.. I have finally caught up with Narissa.. we are making our way to Palanthas. How far are you from the town?"

Krista thought for a moment. "I'm not quite sure acctually.. Gre-.." she turned, and put a hand to her mouth.

"I have to go.. I fear the worst. Good night chieftan. Narissa." Krista turned abruptly and vanished, the space that was not falling silent once more.


Once the connection had broken, Narissa and Varan simotaneously sat up. Narissa looked worridly at Varan, and varan's gaze fell on the cleric of Mishikal. Narissa shook her head, as if to say let her sleep. Varan concented. If anything were to happen, it would have to wait until the cleric was awake and had energy...

Both laying back down, they fell into a light sleep, from which they could hear everything that was going on around them...

tassanaburrfoot
01/28/2004 5:05 PM

At first light, Gail woke her companions and urged the day to start. She packed Vingaard.

Lydia seemed more cheerful then normal. "We'll be approaching the mountains soon," she said excitedly.

The warrior woman nodded. "At least the forest. We still have a week at least til we reach the mountains. But a day's walk will take us to the edge of the forest. Thus the reason I wish to get this day started."

Lydia nodded. "Do you know the way through the Vingaard Mountains? To Palanthas, that is?"

Surprisingly Gail shook her head. "I have never travelled this way."

Lydia beemed. "I know the way. Follow me. I'll have you there in a heartbeat."

Gail was uneasy trusting Lydia like that. However, she had no choice. She looked to Kildra and nodded slightly. Remember what I requested...

Lunitari0
01/28/2004 5:16 PM

As Gail woke the group for the day's travel, Aleria sat up with a stretch. Putting her robe and boots back on, she left her hair long to save time. Securing her mace back on her side, soon she was all packed again and walking with her companions.

Listening to Lydia's comment about leading the way, the elvenwoman wondered why the young barmaid seemed so chipper today, but silently shrugged it off for now. She walked in contented silence aside Narissa and Varan.

Airiana
01/28/2004 8:04 PM


Gail was uneasy trusting Lydia like that. However, she had no choice. She looked to Kildra and nodded slightly. Remember what I requested...

Airiana sent affirmation to Gail and came over to Lydia. "You have traveled the area a lot, then?" She questioned amiably, looking to the horizon. "I am like Lady Gail in this, I am afraid… this is not a way that I have traveled before," she lied coolly, knowing the girl would not be able to detect the ruse. In fact, Airiana had flown through this way on more than one occasion, and knew as well as the next seasoned traveler the good resting points and quicker ways of travel. "So," she smiled, "which way do we go from here?"

Arandur
01/29/2004 1:31 PM

…Einreavar woke that same morning, before the first rays of the sun had peeked over the mountains, walking a short distance from the camp and practicing his weapon skill until his back and arms ached and the sun cast its first dappled rays through the trees.

They broke camp, a raggedy procession moving after Lydia and Airiana, the barbarian Einreavar bringing up the rear, his great Iron axe resting heavily across his shoulders and his eyes fixed on the two leading figures…

Atmabahamut
02/03/2004 7:18 PM

Evira followed along with the group, but it wasn't long before her eyes noticed something strange in the sky. Even to her Elven sight it was little more than a white speck, moving at a very fast speed through the atmosphere. Evira quickly ran toward Gail, the look of worry showing deeply on her face.

" Lady Gail! There is something in the sky above us.. I don't know if it is friend of foe, but I've never saw anything like it! ", whispered Evira hastily, pointing up at the speck. The white thing had grown larger, large enough so that even the humans in the group would be able to see it. It appeared to have wings, but it was too small to be a dragon. The creature was falling, falling directly toward the group with a horrible screech. The animals in the forest appeared to be fleeing from the sound and even the trees shook. With a resounding crack and a horrible thud, the thing broke through the forest canopy. If not for the tree limbs and the soft bushes below, all that would have been left would have been a bloody splatter.

The creature screamed still, much like a banshee. It appeared to be a male draconian, about 4'5" tall. He wore a light armor plate but little else than that other than a scroll pouch. The draconian's right arm was broken and both legs were as well. Bone poked out here and there and the tail was bent to a very sickening angle. The wings were badly damaged by the fall, but the draconian did have arrows in him. The little white draconian was fairly covered in some dark liquid that seemed to be blood. Evira stood between Gail and the creature.

" This is one of the new breed.. Not like the old ones.. Be careful, Lady Gail.. It might be an illusion or some other foul trick.. *, said Eviria. Her hand remained on her sword but she would not strike the draconian. There was no honor in killing an incapacitated foe.

tassanaburrfoot
02/03/2004 8:49 PM

Gail pushed Evira's hand away. "The creature might have information. Lydia! Fetch a waterskin."

The warrior walked to the draconian cautiously and took out her dagger. Holding the dagger to the draconian's neck, she whispered, "I'll cut you if you do not tell me everything. I won't kill you. No, I'll let agony take care of that."

He looked up at her in horror. " No! Ahh..!! No! Please dear lady! No! I'll talk! Master sends us to Palanthas.. Master tells us hold up city! City fight back.. We come back and tell master word from Blue Masters, seige!" he gasped. He coughed and then begged, "Water!"

Lydia grabbed a waterskin out of one of Vingaard's pouches and brought it over to Gail. Luckily Lydia had opened the container for Gail, so the warrior did not have to worry about it. Gail put the waterskin up to the draconian's lips and commanded him to drink.

The draconian took a swallow. He started to speak again, but went into convulsions. He sputtered up blood, screeched in agony and then died.

Gail growled and threw the worthless body onto the ground. She walked away and pressed the waterskin roughly into Lydia's hands. She was cleary angry as she snatched up Vingaard's reins. "Lead the way, Lydia," she ordered.

The barmaid took on last look at the draconian as he went into his death stage and then ran to catch up. As she ran ahead of the group, she gave a soft smile. Hidden between her breasts lay the secret to the draconian's sudden death. She kept her eyes peeled and said nothing.

Gail, seeing only Lydia's back, did not see the barmaid's smile, and therefore did not know the girl had a secret.

Lunitari0
02/04/2004 1:15 PM

As the group resumed their trek after the draconian had died, Aleria thought about the strange creature. She had never seen a white draconian before, and the way it had fallen from the sky like that confused her even more.

And who is this dark Master it spoke of?

The cleric walked in thoughtful silence replaying the last few events over and over in her head.

eswiftfire
03/15/2005 12:55 AM


And who is this dark Master it spoke of?


"Me." Eliar Swiftfire appeared with a POOF and answered. "But that doesn't really matter. This thread has been hijacked by Thread Enders Inc. and I shall let it end with dignity... or maybe not. I'm not sure. But yeah, it's been hijacked. Peace."

Alanded
03/15/2005 7:44 PM


"Me." Eliar Swiftfire appeared with a POOF and answered. "But that doesn't really matter. This thread has been hijacked by Thread Enders Inc. and I shall let it end with dignity... or maybe not. I'm not sure. But yeah, it's been hijacked. Peace."



WIth another POOF, Raistlin appears behind Eliar. "'Scuse me, bitches." The robed man said as he punked the spiky haired one off into the horizon.

"That's for interrupting my cool moment in 'OF GODS AND MAGES' bi-yaaaaaaaatch." He turns around. "Oh, and here, take this, it's gonna be a real blast."

He hands a bomb of head-explodey-ness to an innocent bystander.

"Well, gotta go. People to kill, heads to explode. Busy busy busy. La dee da."

He disapperas with a POOF!

Peoples' heads explode.

eswiftfire
03/15/2005 8:12 PM

"Why, you...." Eliar shouted. "I'm going to freaking kill everyone here to vent my frustration!!!!!! But then... I'm a good guy, so I won't do that."

eswiftfire
03/18/2005 5:44 AM

Ai Mer Beech von Marderfarker walked in, waving excitedly to Eliar. Dressed completely in his flamboyant pink, the flamboyant king had never looked anymore flamboyant.

"I'll help!!"

"Hm? Hey, haven't seen you for quite a while." Eliar said unexcitedly.

"I shall end this with gross-out toilet and sex humour. Because this is supposed to be a seriously serious thread." King Marderfarker said. "Just say yes, and I will unleash my CUNTonians."

"All righty." Eliar said. "Have fun then."

The spiky-haired mage disappeared with a POOF!

eswiftfire
03/19/2005 6:00 PM

"Eh? Everyone's already dead!" Ai Mer Beech von Marderfarker noticed. "No fun!"

The King walked off and sulked.

And the world rejoices.

The End.

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