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Aurasheild · 04-12-2007, 12:24 PM

Aia's outburst took Karin by surprise, firstly karin was sure Aia would drop dead soon, not roar above every one else's voice, secoundly as because she was able to know what was going on with everyone even though she hadn't looked around. And Karin was looking at the handsome elf who seemed to be holding a heroic pose while scanning the group.

The man who had threathed Vahn had said sorry and it eased her heart as the group had enough stress and tension with him adding to it, his reason for the threat was unknown to her,. however he did seem honourable in his actions and words.
A noise of bird creatured was made behind her, turning Karin saw gryphons, as she appraoched them slowly to pet them, she was thinking of how majestic they looked how brave, how,

"Shit you little monster."

She yelled as they bit her hands.

Cefor · 04-12-2007, 12:45 PM

Rufus glanced over to where Va Poor stood,
"Va Poor, I thought you had flown up as an eagle. Tell us what the land is like, but even better where are we?"

crazed scribe · 04-12-2007, 01:08 PM

After scanning the group further Rufus withdrew his daggers and commented, "You are a group of mishapen people with injuries and some peope who are chosing to act foolish (glancing at vahn and rufus) but one person speaks the truth, Aia, you need to shape up and act sensibly. "We need to figure out where we are and where we're going. Laurel I did not mean to offend but it would be better for you treat him in a safer place, the same being for Aia. Oh and Lurel I have a substance here which will stop the wounds worsening if you want. Recenetly the wolves have infested the wilderness and my people have created a substance to help. As to where you are going you may rest in my home until you are fit and well. Finally why are you here? If you are on a mission maybe I can help, I was given this pearl by someone called Saehenine. she also told me to look out for a group of travellers who may be battle weary." He finished expectantly.

Blossom · 04-12-2007, 01:27 PM

Aia, who had lifted a hand to her forehead just turned to look at him, too tired from her outburst to answer.

Laurel's mouth tightened at the mention of Saehenine, but other than that betrayed no visible reaction. Instead, she concentrated on Ryde. Now that she had exposed the wounds she could see exactly what she was dealing with.

Gash marks, like those that would be given by an ordinary wolf, ran along his shoulders and chest. But the wounds were ragged round the edges, and blackened as if burnt. So the knight had been correct - he had indeed been attacked by Fire Wolves.

From under her cloak Laurel drew a small leather pouch. Opening it revealed various herbs, spices and liquids, as well as a needle and several reels of thread. Laurel's fingers hovered over the herbs, finally selecting a small, red leaf.

She chewed the leaf until it was a paste, then spat it back out. She used it to line Ryde's wounds; it would help the burns. Then, with one hand pressing down heavily on the still-bleeding slashes, so that the crimson liquid welled up between her fingers, Laurel used her other hand and teeth to rip wide strips of material from her cloak.

Silently and quickly Laurel tightly bound Ryde's wounds. The pressure would stem the bleeding until they got him to a safe place. Then she would be able to finishing tending him.

"He can be moved now," she informed the others, "If possible though he should be moved with his feet higher than his head, because of the bleeding."

Lyonidus · 04-12-2007, 01:39 PM

Kinareth had made no move at the commotion around him, all had become background noise.

The elf and he still stood there, staring at one another, neither had blinked.

his arm was still extended, all the elf need do was humbly apologise as Kinareth had done, take his arm and all would be forgiven. This had to be solved now, otherwise he kew it would only fester and he and the elf may be beyond apologies in the future.

One thing was clear.

Kinareth would stand as a statue waiting for his apology.
For all time if need be.

seawings · 04-12-2007, 01:41 PM

Rufus glanced over to where Va Poor stood, "Va Poor, I thought you had flown up as an eagle. Tell us what the land is like, but even better where are we?"

"We are where we were" replied Va Poor. "The Arboles had created a mirage to fool our eyes and senses...there was never anything here...their "real" village is somewhere else.

Va Poor continued answering Rufus…”The distance we walked was an illusion, the gryphon’s are on the other side of the clearing, in the trees, its all as if we had never departed, the Arbole’s magic is strong”.

Mano now conflicted as to whom to listen to so much was going on! Mano considered Va Poor’s report and the announcement from Reia, before she departed, about the one called Laurel…"We brought her here by Saehenine's orders. She is to travel with you."

What was this all about thought Mano…was she to be a help or a hindrance? She certainly seemed to have an essential skill, that of healing! As soon as she had healed the wounded he wanted to talk to her…they needed to move on as they were never safe staying in one place for long.

Mano called Va Poor…”would you please check on our gryphon’s, perhaps someone will help you, as we will soon need to be on our way. Hopefully the one called Laurel can shed some light on what’s next”?

First thought Mano, we need to get all the various egos, powers, and agendas into one cohesive group with a organized plan on how to move toward their goal…and that wasn’t going to be easy!

slayerofangels · 04-12-2007, 03:50 PM

Accepting the censer from Skye, he thanked her and shook it sharply several times. After a moment, the sharp, distinctive scent of incense permeated the air, and he attached the censer to a chain by the saddle. Breathing the sanctified fumes deeply, he considered how to answer the man, considering his obvious contempt for common sense.

Gesturing for Skye to steady to watch Aia, he turned slightly, and looked the man up and down for a moment. Meeting his eyes, he saw beyond the limited experience to a look that he knew all too well, a sort of overconfidence that all human males of that age seemed to have. It spoke volumes. For his part, he smiled inwardly, letting his eyes travel to the man's hand, which bore the calluses of a swordsman, but little else. Over-specialisation in one weapon was foolish, and another fault of the young, though the Order had cured him of that notion rather quickly.

The beauty of being as tall as he was, was that most people wrote him off as a slow, brainless barbarian, the fact that he was an elf didn't seem tomean much to them, and it gave him a certain amount of satisfaction proving that he was the complete opposite. And in fifty years, with forty-two years of combat experience behind him, he'd had ample opportunity.

"If you think I have anything to apologise for, you are sadly mistaken, friend," he said, "but it isn't me you should be apologising to. I couldn't care less if you wanted to get split in half for no real purpose. I do care that you choose now to do it, because your duty is to reach the demon gate and close it, no matter the cost to yourself. And doing your duty often means letting your pride take a knock or two. If you continue to put your duty aside over percieved slights, then your honour isn't worth the air you waste defending it. Now if it isn't too much effort, get over there and help laurel with that fleshbag on the ground. Matters of honour can be dealt with when the immediate danger has passed."

Then he noticed the Woldir, the wild elf, as he'd introduced himself. He barely stopped himself from sneering behind his half-mask. To his people, the Nordir, the Woldir were a mess of contradictions, and were often criticised for not taking a more active role in purifying the south. As far as the Order was concerned, they were uncertain creatures, and were often overlooked in terms of more predictable allies.

Tree-hugging pansy...

Lyonidus · 04-12-2007, 04:11 PM

Kinareth smiled, the stupid elf had just opened himself for his vengeance, by the laws of his people he could take his head, boil it and wear upon his helm as a trophy, true he was an elf, but that would make little difference, he had fought men larger than this and elves no doubt quicker than this, and he had bested both.

"Ive killed elves before," his memories came back to him sharply, hurting him, driving all else from his mind, he gasped, a sharp intake of breath.

The size of this things head would make a good trophy..............

He looked around him, at the people looking at them both, the men and women, warriors all of them, except perhaps her.

He lowered his arm.

The smile was gone.

"Elf, you have just committed silanka. It is the greatest insult one can give to my people, to be insulted thrice is beyond any mans forgiveness. The penalty is death."

A collective intake of breath, he saw some of the warriors reach for their weapons.

He held up his hand.

"However, it is not the way of one of the ninarei to leave behind the wounded and sick. Therefore, as soon as can be, i challenge you to alayan."

With these words he drew his sword, the steel ringing throughtout the night, he brought up his left forearm.
And drew the blade across it, ensuring that the blood ran over his fathers inscription.
The blood mark had been made and there was now no turning back.

In case those around him could not speak his language, he chose to translate.

"single combat."

He sighed inwardly, calming his senses.

"Do you accept or are you coward?"

Foxee · 04-12-2007, 04:22 PM

The incense sharpened the air, seeming to clear a fog away from it. Skye helped Aia to keep from sliding from the saddle, as it seemed she might, and listened with some amusement to the interchange.

...I couldn't care less if you wanted to get split in half for no real purpose...

Oh, yes, Skye smothered a smile against Bard's mane then glanced up at Aia, eyes dancing with laughter, that's authentic Vahn, all right.

She was glad to hear Mano ask Va Poor to care for the gryphons. At least Bogey would be well taken care of. She felt rather than saw his reluctance and she looked to him, gave him a small grateful smile, saw his answering one. Then she looked back to Aia, steadying her as she swayed.

Worried she looked up into Aia's eyes piercingly.

"Tell me." Before yet another interruption. "Tell me what's going on, Aia. You've seemed to have something to say since before our stay with the Arboles, what is it?"

And then, sure as the rising sun, the damned interruption occurred.

"Do you accept or are you coward?"

Skye gasped. The boy was intent on getting himself killed. She turned as much as she could while holding Aia and skewered the young knight with her blue gaze. Her voice rang out rich and true, her performer's voice.

"You, young knight, you swore to me." Skye put as much command into her voice as she could, "I forbid you to get yourself killed." She glanced at Vahn then back to Kindereth, whose name she still did not even know. "Set this aside."

Blossom · 04-12-2007, 04:27 PM

Aia looked down at Skye, her face grave. The incense had cleared her head and her vision a little, but Vahn's and the knight's interchange was still dulled to her, whereas normally it may have amused her.

"The Voice ..." she told Skye in a strangled whisper, "The Voice from my dream, Skye. It's in my head. Talking to me." Her voice rose up as she explained. Despite her protests, Aia was terrified by what was happening to her.

slayerofangels · 04-12-2007, 04:29 PM

He seems quite intent, Chaplain.

Ninarei? Now I know why he seems familiar. No wonder he can't take a hint.

They sound familiar.

Shame really. His father was a good man.

Drawing his knife, he cut the sign of Islen into the palm of his right hand, deep crimson blood . Stepping closer to the warrior, he grasped his hand firmly. The blood felt warm and sticky, its metallic smell filtering through the thick incense. Cocking his head slightly to one side, he spoke clearly in the Nordir tongue.

"In'diryin."

I accept.

"Ne tras'ka juri kad anith arihnam? No mi daran ugath hirim?"

But is this a fight, or a test of skill? Am I to face you with all of my arsenal?

Foxee · 04-12-2007, 04:36 PM

Skye saw Vahn cut himself. Her words disappeared into a silent void.

"The Voice ..." Aia told Skye in a strangled whisper, "The Voice from my dream, Skye. It's in my head.

She smelled the blood, and her head swam. Nothing would stop this now. It had been foolishness to try.

The Voice... Aia's lips moved her terror palpable, but all Skye's senses were tuned to listen for the whine of steel being drawn.

Lyonidus · 04-12-2007, 04:40 PM

Kinareth grasped the elf's hand firmly as they stood there, eyes on each other, locked away in a world that the others could never hope to understand. (no offence to you other heroes)

"N'ine dilask'ala," I replied, speaking the Noldir tongue as my father had taught me.
"Talathun athenath, i'lanam ithlim et'henal."

"A fight"

"With all your arsenal, any other way would dishonour the both of us."

The arrangements were made, there was now nothing either of them could say.
The lines were drawn in the sand, for better or worse fate would play itself out...............

slayerofangels · 04-12-2007, 04:40 PM

(who said we were going to fight just now? We now owe each other a fight to the death, but when that happens depends on the story.)

He nodded.

"Arahk mi dir'eloth. I'ren ahk taham?"

If you say so. Would you like to set a date?

crazed scribe · 04-12-2007, 04:46 PM

Rafael grimaced. First, because of the Noldir elf (which were generally snobby and oficious) and secondly because of the tension between the elf and the warrior he had heard being called kinareth. So the only thing he could think of doing was to step in and say, "This is no place to fight, save your strength for the wolves. Save your fight for later." So that's what he did!