Thursday, January 20, 2005
Rune Aeterna 1 the second coming
Well here is Rune Aeterna. I Can not express how much I have enjoyed being apart of this, and I am happy for all the people that I have met because of this site. Thank you Derek and Jake for making this world.
~Matt
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Posted by Indigo Grei on 08-17-2001 09:07 AM
Perched on the rooftop, Indigo watched the sun go down. This was his last night at his childhood home. Tomorrow he would leave to wander the world with his weapon at his side and his belongings on his back.
To travel the world... while it seemed a mediocre dream to others, it was Indigo's true desire. He'd never been farther than Gania's capital. He wanted badly to see the new continent to the south, Asheri.
But for tonight, all that remained was to watch the sun set, and take one last stroll through the forest at night. In the morning, he would say goodbye to his parents, and go through the whole emotional scene there, then set out for the capital to buy supplies.
"World famous explorer, Indigo Grei..." he muttered. It sounded good to him. Maybe he'd map out one of the ruins. That would be enough to gain any man fame. "But first, dedication."
Indigo had never had any real training with his glaive, but he felt as if he could use magic easily. Perhaps it was overconfidence, ignorance, or delusion, but Indigo knew there were people who practiced their skills everyday, and that it wasn't unlikely he'd have to fight on more than one occasion. He'd need more than the moderate weapon skills he had to get by, or at the least keep what little he had. Thieves were one of the biggest problems in any city.
But none of this deterred the young man perched on the roof of his home for the last night. He would be famous one day, and nobody was going to stop him.
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Who are you? Who is Dolensirion?! What's happening to me?!?!
Posted by Scarlet Rosenblade on 08-17-2001 11:59 AM
“WHAT!!”
Reika’s scream of surprise and outrage echoed throughout the large home in Gania’s northern plantation.
“What do you mean, what?” Scarlet replied. “I don’t see why it’s any big surprise that I’m leaving.”
“Scarlet! You can’t be serious!”
“Why can’t I?”
“Stop evading the question!!”
“What question?”
Reika opened her mouth to speak, but instead threw her hands up in the air and wheeled around in frustration. Scarlet merely adjusted the weighty pack on her back.
“Why, Scarlet? That’s the question…….Why?”, she asked with her back still turned.
“I’ve finished training, Reika. You said so yourself. Now I want pursue a higher challenge. I want to become Dedicated.”
Reika seemed to flinch at those words. Several years ago she herself had attempted to become Dedicated, but she had partially failed and was now a Cast. She had taken the opportunity to perfect the art of katana wielding while training her little sister to do the same, but……
“That doesn’t mean you’re ready Scarlet. I’ve only taught you as far as my knowledge stretches for now. Tomorrow I may learn another maneuver that will prove to be vital to you. Do you understand what I’m saying? Your training isn’t complete because my training isn’t even complete. Even outside the Test there are several dangers. Like unfriendly demi-humans, thieves, slave traders, just to name a few! You’re not ready.”
For the first time in that morning’s confrontation, Scarlet eyes flashed with true emotion. Annoyance, and anger.
“So what maneuver would you have me learn then? To say yes to any man who passes a roving eye?” she asked contemptuously.
“Scarlet-!”
Not caring of how she may hurt her sister, she continued.
“Is that a part of my training too? Learning how to sell myself!? Or are you one those who are too shy to take money?”
A terrible silence descended over the both of them and Scarlet immediately regretted what she had said. She did not show any outward remorse, however, but continued in a small shaky voice.
“I’m not a child Reika. I’m leaving for Noit, and I’m no longer your concern.”
Reika said nothing, but walked briskly into a backroom.
Well, that’s that then., Scarlet thought sadly, and turned to leave. She truly did love her sister. Perhaps that’s why she had been so harsh with her.
“Scarlet?” a hesitant voice floated from across the room. Scarlet turned to face Reika, who looked as sad and unsure as she felt. She held out a small wooden box, incripted with strange symbols along it’s sides. On the top of the box was a crest of what appeared to be a magnificent dragon, shooting a great jet of fire into the sky. With great care, Scarlet took the box and opened it. Inside was a silver ring fashioned into a dragon. It’s eyes were set with moonstones and glittered eerily. Almost as if it were alive…
Scarlet looked at it, then looked back at Reika who began to speak in that same unsure voice.
“It’s a summoning ring. Mom and Dad wanted you to have it when you finally set out on your own. But before you can use it, you have to develop a strong bond with it. Then it will protect you.” The last statement was made in such a low voice, that Scarlet was scarcely able to hear it.
“Reika…”
“Go on now. It’s your turn to find your place in life. I’m sorry for trying to hold you back.” A solitary tear slid down her face, leaving a shining trail behind it. Scarlet stepped forward and wiped it away.
“I love you Reika.” She murmured softly, hugging the one person who had looked after her for most of her life, for perhaps the last time.
Then, without another word Scarlet left her only familiar surroundings for the tantilizing lure of the unknown.
Somewhere within the recesses of her mind, she heard the faint click of a door closing behind her. However, that door was unheard as another opened wide and Scarlet stepped through.
[OOC] Is the summoning ring allowed? I find it to be much easier than having to look after a live dragon, but if it's not allowed I'll rewrite the post.
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"When one forgets to put the emotions that overflow in her heart to rest, they burn the color of passion."
Posted by Adamas Tribune on 08-17-2001 03:30 PM
OOC: I have a question. Are the chapters in Asheri going to parallel those in Gran Adageros, or will they advance independently? (I'm talking about the progression of the chapters, i.e. Chapter 1, Chapter 2... not the events within, I assume those are collinear.
"Adamas Tribune!"
"Indeed, what is it?"
"The Nylinus Council will see you now."
Adamas had been summoned to the court of the Council. Most likely, there was trouble brewing, and he was to put an end to it. Anytime something started to smell rotten, Adamas Tribune, the Ambassador to Gran Adageros, was sent to investigate. And stop it.
He had never failed, despite his egotistical nature and sharp tongue. People kept urging him to show more respect for those in power, that one day he was going to say something without thinking and anger the wrong person. 'I never speak before thinking,' was always his reply. And it was true. He never said a word until his lightning fast mind had calculated the risks, consequences, and benefits of his words.
"Adamas Tribune, we have called you here, not to send you to Gran Adageros, but to New Dargent."
Adamas grimaced. Why was such a piddling task being given to him? He could find no harm in asking why, so he did. "Why me? Am I not more qualified for something else? Has the council reduced me to babysitting their own country now?"
Another member of the council stood. "Remember that you are a member of Nylinus, and under our command. You will follow our instructions." The councilman sat down. "The magistrate of New Dargent says that thievery is becoming a major problem."
"New Dargent is special in that respect because...?"
"Because he claims the thieves are from Gania, and he's mobilizing a hostile force."
Now this was the work he was cut out for. "Where are they sailing from? And why does Gania care?
"Gania denies the allegations of a thieves guild in any of thier cities, but confirms that ships have been sailing down from the Burning Crescents to Dargent. The King of Gania says that if his citizens are harmed, there will be trouble."
Adamas turned the situation around in his head. "So... Gania sees travellers going to Dargent and being treated violently. New Dargent sees thieves that are from the Crescents."
"We're not asking for a solution now. Just go to Dargent and see what you can find out. When you've finished, send word to us, and we'll make arrangements for you to sail down from New Dargent to Gania's capital."
Adamas found no benefit in talking to the chamber anymore, so he left without a word. Several of the members relaxed. A meeting with minimal burns from Adamas was a good omen.
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Pride without arrogance,
Independance without dishonor.
Posted by Keiru Silver on 08-17-2001 03:45 PM
Well, from now on, just type in the chapter number normally. Instead of going by post count, I'm going to do chapters by every two weeks. A new chapter will begin every other Friday. That will allow me to merge the chapters together and keep everything in sync. I'll start a archive forum with the merged chapters locked in it, closed to new posts. If things start to get really busy, I'll switch to every week, but that will be my decision alone when the time comes.
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Posted by Gaireth Synphell on 08-17-2001 06:47 PM
Darkness. The streets of Kenoblious were shrouded in inky blackness. Every now and then a small sliver of dull grey light would leak through the cloud choked skies. This was the time of monsters. The time of spirits. This was the time of Phantom. Darkness.
He strode up the dim street with a purpose. He had business to attend to. No one bothered him as he walked alone. What little people were out knew not to anger the black cloaked figure that walked by them seemingly without noticing them. Most did not even see him as he walked by. The shadows seemed to bend to his will and hide his movements.
Gaireth Synphell had nothing to fear. Though not many knew him by that name. He was more commonly known as Phantom. The Lord of the Night. He feared nothing and therefore he was the most feared man ever to grace the streets of Kenoblious.
He made no noise as he neared a dark rundown building. He slowed and looked around to see if he was being watched. Old habits die hard, but keep you from winding up dead. Words spoken to him many years ago. He laughed at the thought and strode through the door.
Inside the darkness seemed to permeate everything, but Phantom's eyes could see as if it were day. He walked to a small table and lit a single candle. The faint glow illuminated his dark features. His handsom yet hard face seem cut from stone. The meager light shone in his cool blue eyes and reflected off his grey hair. No he was not old. He had always had hair of that color.
He walked to a large padded chair let himself drop into the depths of the fabric. He looked over at the small wall-mounted clock and saw that it was near 3 in the morning. Just then a loud crack resounded in the room. Phantom didn't flinch at all. Someone had knocked at the door.
"Enter," his deep baritone voice echoed around the room.
The door creaked open slowly and in stepped a small mouse of a man. He seemed to huddle into his cloak and his small dark eyes darted about the room. He jumped as his eyes came to rest upon Phantom. He quickly closed the door and made his way to a small wooden chair across from Phantom.
"You are early," Phanotm said. "I hope you bring news that is good enough that it warrents your disobeying of my orders."
"I-I'm sorry my Lord, not all of us folks are able tyo afford such machines as you," he said ith a tinge of bitterness as he motioned to the clock.
Phantom decided that he would let that slip of the tongue be forgotten...for. "So what have you found for me?"
The man quickly pulled out a small leather pouch and hurridly emptied the contents onto the small table. "These my Lord!" the man replied in excitment. His fear was lost at the sight of what lay on the table. three very large diamonds caught the muted light of the candle and spread a multitude of glittering specks dancing on the walls. "There are more. Much much more."
Phantom's hand shot out and grabbed the diamonds thus dousing the glittering display. He pulled them up to his nose and looked at them very closely. He glanced over the jewels and noticed the man across from him was wringing his hands furiously.
"Why so nervous? These aren't fakes are they?"
"N-no. No I would never insult you like that Lord."
Phantom knew very well that these weren't fakes. He just enjoyed toying with his lackeies every once and a while.
He slipped the diamonds into a secrect pocket and turned to the man. "Good. I'm glad things are in order. Now you have your instructions and I do hope that you don't screw anything up."
"Don't worry Lord. I have everything taken care of." He stood slowly and began to turn, but stopped short. " Ah, about my payment..."
Before he could even finish his sentence Phantom was out of his seat and a gleaming dagger was pressed against the man's neck.
"I will pay you what I think you deserve to be paid. You are lucky I have even considered to pay you. You had better not screw this up or something may happen to that son of yours." The little man shook in Phantom's grip. Fear blazed across his eyes. "Now go, and have a nice night."
The man about broke the door down in his haste to leave. Phantom walked back to his seat and sat down lightly.
Yes. The diamonds would be his, but he was not worried about that. He was more concerned with what what was happening on the islands far south of him. Gran Adageros. Perhaps when he got some free time he would visit. Or more literaly put, spread the fear of his name...Phantom.
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There are two kinds of people in the city. Those that walk in the light and those who creep through the shadows. Both fear my name...Phantom
Posted by Rublicant Al'Teyr on 08-18-2001 12:08 AM
Rublicant Al'Teyr stepped from the Hospital of the Creator's Grace. He had been asked to fill in for another doctor that was absent, and he had for some reason agreed, even though it was making him somewhat late. His walk was brisk and fast. He moved towards the fountain/statue of his Grandfather and Salamander Armada that had been erected in one of the cities grand plazas. As he passes people, they seemed to divert thair eyes from him. He scowled. Why must people be so blind to all that is around them? he thought. His walking pace increased until he had made his way to the plaza and took in the light mist that was falling from the fountain's spray of water. He looked up to the likeness of his Grandfather and grinned.
"Lord Al'Teyr?!" a voice from behind Rublicant.
"Yes?" Rublicant stated in a tone that conveyed both interest and annoyance.
A messenger ran towards him and handed him a letter. It was fine parchment sealed with crimson wax with gold flecks. A fine letter to be sure. He dropped a silver piece into the young man's hand and inwardly smiled as the man's eyes brighteded. He bid the man a good day and excused himself to a place nearer the fountain where he could both bask in the cool mist and use the sunlight to read the letter more easily. He broke the wax seal on the parchment and read the contents, written in a black script by a flowing hand.
Lord Doctor Al'Teyr,
It is my wish that you would attend a party tonight at my residence. Your presence would brighten the gathering and would be most entertaining. I was hoping that you could lecture the guests on something entertaining, like ancient history, or magic theory. Please send word with this messenger if you will not be attending.
Lord Crysmar Loriel
Rublicant did not read past the name on the letter before drawing a quill and a vial of ink from his belt pouch. He sat on the edge of the fountain for some time scratching and scribbling with the pen before he had decoded the cypher that had been sent to him. He did not trust the source, just as he did not trust anyone, but he felt that help was nessecary for something this big.
The translation came out to: Final preperations complete. The plan will proceed two nights from now at midnight.
Rublicant openly grinned and began to sing a Balanian Opretta in his elegant tenor, as he strode toward the Inn at which he was staying.
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Posted by Scarlet Rosenblade on 08-18-2001 10:00 AM
One of Scarlet’s first stops was at a nearby dairy farm that was owned by her close friend Caitlin. Even from far up the road, Scarlet could hear her squeal of delight. A moment later, Caitlin’s arms were around her waist, squeezing the air from her lungs.
“Scarlet!!! I was just about to come see you!! Why do you have that pack? Are you going somewhere? Where are you going? Are you leaving home? What did Reika say? Why are you leaving?”
Caitlin continued to question her as she struggled to regain her breath.
“I’m going to Noit, Caitlin.”
This brought forth another slew of questions.
“Why are you going to Noit? What do plan on doing there? Are you going to attempt Dedication? Don’t you know that’s dangerous? And what’s that?” This last question was directed at the glittering ring on Scarlet’s left index finger.
“Reika said it was a Summoning Ring.,” Scarlet answered, studying it herself. “She said it would protect me.”
“Wow!” Caitlin said in awe. “I’ve heard about these, but I’ve never actually seen one before. Do you know how to use it?,” she asked hopefully.
“No. She just gave it to me today before I left. She said I needed to develop a strong bond with it first.”
“Oh.,” she replied, slightly disappointed.
“I only stopped to say good bye.,” Scarlet continued, shuffling her feet. She wanted to get as far as possible tonight before she stopped, and before she had a chance to reconsider her decision.
“Where are you going?,” a masculine voice asked from behind her. Scarlet turned slightly to address her inquirer.
“Oh! Hello Bres!,” Scarlet replied warmly upon seeing the tall, muscular young man.
Bres walked up to the two girls, carrying two empty pails. He set them down as he joined their conversation.
“Hello Scarlet. Where are you headed?,” he questioned once again, musing over the large pack perched on the back of this slim girl. It always amazed him how strong she was.
Scarlet opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off as Caitlin piped in.
“She’s going to Noit, brother! Can you believe it!?”
Bres’s look of amusement was quickly replaced with one of surprised concern.
“You’re attempting the Dedication?!,” he asked incredulously.
“No. I just wanted to see if I could get there!,” she replied sarcastically.
“Scarlet, that’s incredibly dangerous.”
“Everybody says that…,” she answered, continuing to be facetious.
“I just-“
“I know Bres. You’re concerned just like everyone else.” He nodded.
“Well, don’t be. I can take care of myself.,” Scarlet continued, becoming annoyed.
“Will you at least stay the night before you go?,” Caitlin pleaded. Scarlet’s immediate impulse was to decline, but something in Caitlin’s eyes made her consider otherwise.
Well, she thought. I’m not exactly pressed for time. So, reluctantly, she agreed.
“That’s probably for the best anyway,” Bres added. “By the time you would’ve gotten to Gania it would’ve been dark. Many thieves scour the streets, but they are more likely to attack at night.” Caitlin interrupted his lecture.
“Now that it’s settled, let’s go inside!,” she chirped happily, grabbing Scarlet’s hand. “Finish milking the cows would you?,” she squeaked at Bres. Scarlet laughed to herself. If Caitlin wasn’t his baby sister she mused that Bres would’ve quit a long time ago.
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After dinner that evening the three stayed up late into the night discussing shared memories, and retelling humorous stories as all friends have done at one time or another. Eventually the conversation began to tire and each felt an eerily magnetic tug toward their bed.
Caitlin excused herself first, leaving Bres and Scarlet behind. Neither spoke for several minutes. It was Bres who broke the silence.
“Are you sure you really want to do this?”
“Yes. I’ve completed my training and I’m ready to take the Test.”
“It’s not just the test you’ll have to face though.” Scarlet sensed the start of a speech similar to the one Reika had given her.
“Thieves are a huge problem in major cities Scarlet.,” he stated solemnly.
“Well, what does that have to do with me?,” she asked feeling extremely irritable.
“Anyone could be a target. And you’re….uh..a young girl traveling alone…” Bres flustered, blushing slightly. Scarlet scoffed.
“So? I’m sure there are plenty of young girls traveling alone. Why would I be of any consequence?”
Bres began to turn a slightly deeper shade of red and stammered what Scarlet translated as “It’s not as if you’re unattractive or anything…”
She shrugged it off.
“I’m still going to Noit. And no one, not even the most vile of thieves is going to stop me.,” she said standing up from her seat.
“But there are other dangers too-“
“I know, like demi-humans and slave traders.,” Scarlet cut in. “I’m not naïve Bres!”
“I wasn’t saying you were. But that’s a lot for you to deal with all by yourself.”
“So what are you saying? That I shouldn’t go? Because if you are, you’ve said that already.”
He pondered for a moment, then without looking up replied. “I want to go with you.”
“No Bres, this is something I’m doing on my own. And it would be unfair to leave Caitlin to run the dairy all by herself.”
“Caitlin can get hired help. It would be unfair to leave you all by yourself. I care about you too much to let that happen.” After a moment’s silence he added in a low voice. “I love you Scarlet.”
For the briefest of moments she stood in silent shock. Then, without missing a beat, she replied, “Don’t say things you don’t mean.,” and turned toward the guest bedroom. Bres said nothing.
“If I’m fortunate, I’ll come this way again. Goodnight. And good bye.” Without another word she left Bres at the table alone with his broken heart.
“But I do love you Scarlet.,” he murmured before standing and retiring to his own room.
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"When one forgets to put the emotions that overflow in her heart to rest, they burn the color of passion."
Posted by Adamas Tribune on 08-18-2001 09:07 PM
"You there! Move it along!" Adamas barked at the servant. The young man, immaculately dressed, hurried the cup of wine to Ambassador Tribune. Adamas took it, and sipped at it. "Not bad... not bad at all. You're dismissed." The wine was sharp, but not harshly so. It was very... pleasant.
Adamas needed not concern himself with the details of travel to Dargent, that would be handled by the court. And rightfully so. He was not a keeper of horses. He supposed he would be sent on horseback with an escort of about 10 knights. He prayed that it wouldn't rain.
In the back of his mind, the question burned. What is going on in Dargent? Why would thieves travel halfway around the globe to steal from a city that wasn't really all that wealthy? He decided that the magistrate of Dargent was hiding something, or that King Freighos was lying. Maybe both. Deep down inside, something didn't sit right with him. He'd never been upset by a dispute before, but something was very wrong, and for once, words failed him.
After his wine, his meal followed, perfectly prepared and served (the cooks knew of his high standards). Messengers arrived at sunset, giving orders for the trip. Adamas knew the drill.
Wake at dawn, clean up, clothe yourself, be at the private stables before the Grand Clock hits 7. It was a familiar routine.
But the feeling that he had in the pit of his stomach was not.
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Pride without arrogance,
Independance without dishonor.
Posted by Indigo Grei on 08-18-2001 09:09 PM
Indigo arrived in the capital city of Gania shortly after sundown. The sights and sounds of the big city never ceased to amaze him, and he could only wonder what lay on the other islands in the world. Were there cities more magnificent in the world?
He quickly found an inn that wasn't too expensive (his cash supply was limited, and he was used to sleeping on less comfortable beds anyway) and purchased a room for the night. The room was pretty barren, save for a nightstand with a poorly made clay vase and some slightly wilted flowers. It was a sad attempt at decorating, but Indigo didn't care.
"The bed is softer than the street," he muttered. He stashed his spare clothes under the bed and sat down. There was still a little fun to be had, so he rumaged through his belongings for his money and stuffed it into his pocket. The big city was so inviting, but he couldn't help wondering if he should take his weapon with him. He thought about it for a minute, then decided against it. He exited the room, locking it behind him, and went out into the city.
"You, sir, would you like some fish soup?"
"Hey, young man, take a look at this necklace! Only fourteen silvers!"
"Nice night, good looking. Want to party?"
Indigo wasn't sure what the strange, ill clothed woman meant, but he decided that partying the first night away from home wasn't a good idea. He promised to come back and celebrate after he was Dedicated. The woman shook her head at him. He didn't understand why.
He watched the street shows, sword swallowers, acrobats, and the sort, for a while, until the street torches were lit and the sunlight was gone. Some of the shops run by hRitter beetles that had travelled north stayed open all night. Demi humans were a strange bunch he decided, but very likeable. At least the beetles were. He made it a night in the capital without spending money, which boded well for the rest of his trip. He wasn't sure how much a ticket to Noit would cost, but he thought he might have enough.
He decided to return to his room and get some sleep. Tomorrow, he'd purchase the supplies for a trip to Noit, and then head south to Forestre.
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Who are you? Who is Dolensirion?! What's happening to me?!?!
Posted by Rublicant Al'Teyr on 08-19-2001 01:01 AM
Rublicant slipped slowly through the darkened streets of Dargent. He enjoyed taking walks. They gave him time to appriciate the inner beauty of so many things, and they gave him time to think. This particular evening, Rublicant walked in the dock ward of the city, which was populated by the many merchants and others that bring their supplies and goods to the shores of the Asheran River to trade. The buildings were mostly wooden in this part of the city, unlike the garden ward, where the richer citizens of Dargent lived, and houses were built out of stone, or the market ward, where the great marketplace and the grand plazas had been built, long before, woven from the earth itself.
There were few people on the street at this hour of night, but a trickle of people were seen going about. Perhaps sailors returing to their accomadations from a tavern or a commoner in need of a late night remedy from an "alchemist", as the folk doctors called themselves. Rublicant strayed from the path he had been following and ducked into an alley, coming out onto another street.
Almost immideatly, a man bumped into him and he felt the other man reach for his belt pouch. Rublicant quickly drew the man close to him with his right hand, and with his left, drew his daggar and with a quick, precise, and knowledgable movement, made a ragged cut under the man's right arm, severing the tendons and allowing blood to run freely from both the Axillary veins and the Brachial arteries. The man spoke a few hushed words and fell to the ground, grasping his underarm. Rublicant stood over him, almost mechanically taking in all that he could about the man's appearance, and manner.
Non Lunari, non Nylian, clothing worn in a non native manner, foriegn dialect. Either Ganian, Adgerosian, or Farai.
Rublicant knew the man was dying, and made no attempt to help him. He simply looked upon a small pin that the man wore upon his breast. Rublicant had overlooked it in a moment of disillusion before. He grasped it and yanked it free from the blood soaked clothing. It was a symbol of sorts, containing two daggars, a small sword and what seemed to be a bag full of gems. He inspected it and there was but one word upon its backside.
Rublicant spoke aloud, "Southdale,". He chuckled to himself, deposited the pin into one fo his pouches, and walked onward.
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"It's strange, how some people see blood as a simple thing. but I know the truth. Blood is power..."
Posted by Scarlet Rosenblade on 08-19-2001 01:21 AM
Thin streaks of early dawn filtered through the curtains in Scarlet’s room, gently rousing her from sleep.
Fighting the urge to turn over and plunge back into the comforting blackness of her subconscious, she swung her feet over the side of the bed and rose slowly, stretching her entire body in the process.
She pushed the curtains aside and looked out onto the vast pasture. Judging from the light gray mist that clung to the earth, and the dimly lit scenary she estimated that it was roughly 5 o’clock. Time for her to finally be on her way.
She dressed quickly and gathered her gear, taking great pains to step lightly around the creaky boards.
I’m acting like a thief!, she thought. Or at least like a prisoner attempting an escape. It wasn’t that she felt like a prisoner, but she didn’t want to be goaded into staying any longer than she already had. True she had all the time in the world, but patience was not one of her virtues. She wanted results last week. And also, she dreaded the thought of a confrontation with Bres. She didn't want to hurt him any more than she already had, but she would if she needed to. This was a journey she had to take alone, and the last thing she needed was a puppy-eyed pretty boy to tag along.
Shouldering her pack, she peeked out into the hallway, just as a precaution. Seeing nor hearing anyone she slipped into the narrow corridor and made her way through the house and into the front yard, where she breathed a sigh of relief.
“That was easier than I thought.,” she mused as she turned down the lane that eventually led to the capital city.
Caitlin watched her friend progress down the trail and smiled.
And she thought she wouldn’t wake me up., she thought, giggling to herself.
Bres also watched Scarlet as she walked steadily away. He debated the idea of catching up with her and insisting on coming along.
Don’t say things you don’t mean., her voice floated up from the back of his mind. Reluctantly, he decided that it would be best if he let her go. After all, he couldn’t keep an eye on her the entire time, and she would certainly slip away at any given opportunity. He sighed.
“Be safe Scarlet.,” he murmured before starting the day’s work.
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“Oi there! Would you care for a ride?”
Scarlet looked to her right to see a crudely constructed cart led by a wretched looking horse, carrying three equally crude looking men. Her reply was immediate and required no thought. She simply looked straight ahead and kept walking at a slightly faster pace.
“Hey now! Don’t be like that!,” a second called. “We’ll treat you gently! Won’t we boys?” All three laughed and agreed amongst themselves. Scarlet thought their laughter sounded like trolls from her childhood storybooks. She grimaced and increased her pace once again.
“Where do you think you’re going beautiful?,” the third asked jumping from the cart onto the path. Scarlet heard his descent and picked up on the tone of the question immediately. Controlling her impulse to run, she continued to walk, calmly now, giving her pursuer the chance to catch up. The other two continued to give cat-calls from the cart and cheered on the soon unfortunate third as he quickly closed the gap between himself and the pretty redhead in front of him.
Scarlet listened to his shuffling approach and smiled. This was going to be easier than she had thought.
He was now less than ten feet away from her and moving swiftly, when suddenly there was a great flash of silver and a searing pain across his chest.
Scarlet held her katana out to its length and looked at the man with grim amusement.
“You’re lucky you didn’t come any closer.,” she said coolly as blood dripped off of the tip of the blade and onto the dew soaked grass.
He looked down at his chest and saw a deep gash there that was now starting to bleed profusely. His comrades rushed to his side and gaped at the wound before turning their attention to Scarlet. A moment later, their swords were drawn and pointed at her.
“Problem gentlemen?,” she asked mockingly. If she was going to come through this unscathed, she needed to make them driven by emotion. Which she could tell wouldn't be difficult.
“You’re the one with the problem now!,” the younger of the two shouted before openly charging. Scarlet waited until he was close, then merely sidestepped him as he swung his sword. The results were satisfying as the man toppled to the ground from his own strength. She laughed at his look of bewilderment at being so easily beaten.
Running footsteps announced the approach of the second man. She swung her katana around in time to meet his sword and knock it from his hands. A swift kick between his legs halted any further assault as he emitted a note that would make any soprano jealous and crumpled to the ground.
Her confrontation with the newly made counter-tenor had diverted her attention away from the first man long enough to allow him to catch up with her. His fingers dug into her shoulder as he attempted to throw her to the ground. He had no such luck. She swung her fist in a tight arch and met the center of his face. She felt several bones crunching underneath her knuckles, and she used all the momentum she could muster to drive her fist further in. He staggered away squealing like a rabbit caught in snare and she decided to end this before any of the others had a chance to regain their strength.
A round kick against the side of his head proved to be a quick finish to the battle. All three men now lay on the ground, each aching in different areas and unwilling to try their luck again.
She sheathed her katana and started down the path, when a low whinny drew her attention once more toward the cart. The horse was still there, but it seemed much livelier than before. It seemed to silently plead with Scarlet for its freedom, and she was more than happy to oblige.
Mounting was rather difficult, as there was no saddle, but soon enough she was steering the horse down the path and past the three men sprawled about on the grass.
“Thanks for the ride boys!,” she called cheerfully over her shoulder, and rode away in the early morning sunlight.
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"When one forgets to put the emotions that overflow in her heart to rest, they burn the color of passion."
Posted by Scarlet Rosenblade on 08-19-2001 04:17 PM
On horseback, it took less time to reach the capital city than she had expected. She stopped at small farm on the city’s outskirts and gave the horse to an elderly man, who promised that it would never work beyond giving rides to his grandchildren.
“From the look of it, he seems to have been overworked as it is.,” he said, carefully inspecting the horse’s hooves.
“I only acquired him today, but you’d have more use for him than I ever would. Take good care of him will you?,” she asked, petting its velvety nose.
“I will. Are you sure you don’t want anything for him? Once he’s cleaned and fed properly, he’d be a fine animal to sell on the market.”
“He’s yours. Good day to you Sir.,” she said, leaving the bewildered man behind to puzzle over this strange girl. Giving up, he turned his attention to the horse and led it back to the small stable where he was as good as his word. After spending most of its life enduring hard labor, the horse spent its last years comfortably in the care of the old man and his grandchildren, who never failed to bring him carrots and lumps of sugar after they had been given a ride. And for at least one life in Gania, there was retribution.
From the farm, the walk to the city was very easy and Scarlet soon found herself caught amidst the bustling crowd of merchants and customers that lined the city’s magnificent streets.
“Would you like to buy some rare earrings young lady? You’ll never find anything like them in the entire world!”
“Buy a flower to help a poor girl?”
“Newly spun kakiri cloth! Only 20 silvers a yard!”
“Fresh baked bread!”
“Rare weaponry from the new continent Asheri!!”
Scarlet ignored the merchant’s cries, but instead devoted her attention to finding a decent looking inn. At last she saw a tidy looking building called The Silent Woman Inn with a picture of a headless woman to advertise.
Failing to see the humor, she walked inside and requested a room for the night. The price was slightly inflated, but she resolved herself into paying extra for the security of staying in a nicer area of the city.
“It beats fighting off thieves and lechers every time I walk through the door.,” she murmured, as she unshouldered her pack and set it at the foot of the bed.
A clock located on the far wall told her that it was about two thirty in the afternoon. Plenty of time for her to start buying supplies she may need for the trip to Noit. She sifted through the various items (mainly clothing) she packed before she left and found one of the many pouches of money she had stashed in secretive locations inside the pack. Foresight had told her to bring plenty of money, in case of unforeseen financial trouble, but common sense warned against carrying it all together in case of theft.
On her way out, she shouldered her katana. That morning’s scuffle had taught her that a girl couldn’t be too careful. Besides, if it helped make her look intimidating, so much the better. That only ensured she wouldn’t be swindled. Merchants weren’t likely to cheat anyone they thought would be a threat.
Humming to herself she hid her pack in the closet and headed out the door, making sure it was securely locked before venturing out into the busy market. As she started looking about for supply shops, a sense of accomplishment and excitement flooded over her. She had no idea of what tomorrow would have in store, and she found she didn’t care.
She felt her life had begun at last.
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"When one forgets to put the emotions that overflow in her heart to rest, they burn the color of passion."
Posted by Scarlet Rosenblade on 08-20-2001 12:16 AM
Scarlet spent a great part of the afternoon peering into odd shops run by a variety of merchants. One such shop specialized in maps and was run by a group of demi-humans from the rHittir clan.
“You are interested in exploring, young lady?,” an elderly beetle inquired.
“Do you have any maps that will aid me on my way to Noit?,” she asked, controlling her impulse to cringe from the demi-beetle.
The rHittir’s eyes sparkled with amusement as he scuttled behind one of the shop’s expansive counters.
“On your way to becoming Dedicated are you?,” he chuckled as he rummaged through the cabinets using all four of his arms. Scarlet, amused at the way each of his arms searched independently of the other, smiled in spite of herself.
“Is it that obvious?”
“Well, not very many people travel to Noit unless they are planning to take the Test.,” he stated, pulling a crisp piece of parchment out of the drawer. “There we are. That will take you all the way to the City of the Mist.” Scarlet gazed on the map spread in front of her. It was very detailed and even came with a list of recommended stops and places to visit along the way.
“That is not all.,” he continued, broadening his smile.
“What else can it possibly contain that I’ll need?,” she asked, somewhat unnerved by his toothy grin.
“Watch.,” he whispered waving one of his hands over the map.
“I don’t see anything.,” Scarlet said flatly.
“Look!,” he exclaimed pointing at a small red dot near the top of the page.
“That’s just an ink stain.”
“It most certainly is not!,” he replied with more than a hint of reproach in his voice. “It’s a Progress Marker. It follows the same path you do and shows you exactly where you are at all times.”
Scarlet looked at the map again and saw a thin red line starting from the west end of the city and ending where she concluded the shop must be located.
“How did you do that?,” she asked incredulously. The rHittir smiled and held out an open palm. There, clearly for Scarlet to see was the sign of Earth.
“You’re one of the Dedicated?!” He nodded.
“Yes. That is how I make my maps.,” he explained with a tone of pride.
“Then you’ve been to Noit yourself?”
The demi-beetle looked horrified. “Oh no! I would never travel to Noit. We of the rHittir clan cannot travel over water. We must always be connected to the Earth. It is our life source.”
“Where did you go then?”
He waved one of his right hands. “That is of no importance. Your wish is to find your way to Noit, yes?” Scarlet nodded.
“Then for the map, I ask for 20 of your silver currency.”
Even though she knew she could bicker with the demi-human and buy the map for far less, she was becoming tired and simply counted out twenty silver coins and placed them on the counter.
“Thank you very much!,” the rHittir said graciously before bowing the young girl out of his shop.
With the help of the Progress Marker, Scarlet had no trouble in retracing her steps back to the inn. There she set about packing all of the supplies that had been purchased that afternoon, excluding the map. She would need to study it before making any plans to move on from here.
But first and foremost, she needed to find a tavern. She hadn’t eaten all day and her stomach fairly roared with hunger. Taking one more look at the map, she discovered a tavern called The Frosted Glass was nearby.
Grateful that she didn’t have far to walk, she rolled up the map, and tucked it into her belt loop. Now that it was dusk, thieves would be prowling the streets and she by no means wanted to be caught far from the safety of the inn. As it turned out, thieves would not be her main concern that night.
She had chosen a table in the back of the tavern, far away from the noise of the bar. However it didn’t help her avoid the staring eyes of several patrons, including a young businessman who specialized in recruiting young females into the world’s oldest profession.
Scarlet noticed him making his way over to her table and groaned inwardly. It wasn’t that she disliked men, but she always felt awkward in social situations and avoided them at any cost. Frantic to discourage him she pretended not to notice, even when he came up to her table and stood there waiting for her to say something.
“Waiting for someone?,” he asked finally, breaking the silence.
“No.”
“Mind if I join you?”
“Yes.”
Ignoring her answer, he slid into the seat next to her.
“My name is Damion. Are you here alone?”
“Why should I tell you?,” she replied coldly, hoping that he would take a hint. She had no such luck.
“I was just asking. I’m traveling alone myself and I thought we could keep each other company.,” he said, sliding his arm around the back of her chair. Scarlet began to think quickly. Why the hell did she leave her katana in the room?! She didn’t want to cause a scene, but she certainly didn’t want to stay here with this clown.
Standing up from her seat she said, “Actually, I am waiting for someone.” She glanced over the tavern looking for anyone who appeared to be trustworthy. A young man with blue hair caught her attention as he walked through the door. “Him.,” she pointed, and began to walk over to where he sat.
She had no idea who he was, but he seemed harmless enough. He looked at her in surprise when she strolled up to him and sat in his lap.
“Who are you?,” he asked as she placed her fingers over his mouth.
“Just play along.,” she whispered before giving him a deliberately long, passionate kiss.
At first he seemed to shocked to move, but he soon got into the spirit of the act, or at least pretended to. After several moments Scarlet looked back to where she had just been sitting and was relieved to see that Damion appeared to have lost interest.
“Uh, now do you mind telling me who you are?,” the blue-haired youth asked, drawing her attention back to him.
“Never mind about that. Thank you for helping me.,” she answered, smiling warmly at him. Then before he could speak again, she rose from his lap and walked out of the Tavern, leaving him to stare after her in a mixed state of wonder and bewilderment.
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Back in the security of her room, Scarlet began to wonder if her course of action hadn't been a bit hasty. She could’ve asked the pest to leave, or roughed him up a bit if he was persistent. But then he might’ve had friends that she would’ve had to deal with as well. She sighed heavily. Were all men like this? Her thoughts flickered back to the young man with the blue hair.
Well, he certainly didn’t seem like a creep., she thought as she slipped underneath the covers. For a fleeting moment, she wondered if she should've stayed and explained the situation to him.
Nah., she thought. He may have thought I was crazy. She smiled. Well, crazier than I appeared to be anyway.
Her thoughts lingered for a while longer on the subject, but soon turned toward making her way through Wolf Trail. While wandering around town, she overheard many conversations between merchants about the demi-humans that inhabited that particular area. None of them were encouraging.
She decided to give the matter more thought tomorrow. Right now, all she wanted was to sleep and forget about the entire evening. Well, almost the entire evening.
The memory of the kiss played over and over in her mind as she drifted off into the soothing darkness of sleep.
I wonder what his name was………
CUE: Indigo. I'm sure you'll want to respond to this. It really doesn't matter what you do, but please make sure it's consistent with my post. I did see to it that Scarlet is staying in a different inn than you.
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Posted by Indigo Grei on 08-20-2001 05:00 PM
Well, she was certainly attractive, he mused. He couldn't really piece together why she'd kissed him, and his mind kept wandering back to it.
He tried to busy himself with buying supplies. He purchased enough food to last him a while. Food was cheaper in Gania, due to the fact that there were fewer places along the way to mark up the price, since most of it was grown nearby.
But the girl... Well, the odds of meeting her again in a city like this were pretty low. He would have liked her name at least, but sometimes strange things just happened. He retired to his room at the inn and packaged his belongings in the leather backpack he'd bought. It seemed like a good deal. He doubted that it had been made from ogre hide, as the merchant claimed, especially for the price he paid, but it seemed sturdy enough to justify the price that was asked, so Indigo had paid for it. Tomorrow he'd head back to the tavern to see if the girl was there (was it really that important to him?), but since it was unlikely (impossible actually, but for some reason he didn't mind at least checking), he would leave that morning for Forestre. He'd heard terrible stories about the travel over Wolf Trail and the Fiero Clan's hatred for humans, so he'd have to leave early or risk camping in a very dangerous area.
She was beautiful, he mused, before drifting off into sleep...
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Who are you? Who is Dolensirion?! What's happening to me?!?!
Posted by Adamas Tribune on 08-20-2001 07:07 PM
"Ambassador, please remain here. We're going to talk to the gate guards."
Adamas nodded. A pair of guards detached from the escort unit and rode ahead to the gates of New Dargent. Within moments, the gate began to open to allow the visitors into the city. As soon as they were through, the gate shut tight.
Adamas scurried down off the horse. Such beasts he found entirely dirty and unnecessary. Were it not for the speed and convenience they offered, he would never ride them. He dismissed his guard. He was at home in the heart of the city. Sometimes he engaged in arguments with vendors for fun, without making a purchase. He was not known as a friendly man.
Tonight the sky was cloudless, but the new moon offered up no illumination. A wealthy looking man travelling alone at night was a prime target for theives, but that's what he was hoping for. If he could get himself mugged, he could talk his way out of it, and likely obtain an audience with the thieves' boss.
Sure enough, he wandered into a back alley, and he was followed. He smiled inwardly. He didn't turn his head, he just walked further into the alley. He needed to get to a point the thieves deemed worthy. He made a prime exit into the back, behind a building.
"This is rather unfortunate... This alley doesn't cut through. Do you gentlemen know how to get to the Clace Inn?"
"We ain't here for deerections, good sir..." one of them sneered.
Damn it... he thought to himself. There's more than four... I hope I can do this. Perhaps I should have kept the guards closer...
The thieves began to move in, and it started to look bad for Adamas.
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Pride without arrogance,
Independance without dishonor.
Posted by Scarlet Rosenblade on 08-20-2001 08:10 PM
A steady tapping roused Scarlet from her slumber. Groggily, she turned over on her side and pulled the covers over her head.
“Go away Reika!,” she mumbled crossly, before realizing that it couldn’t possibly be Reika. Momentarily confused, she sat up and studied her surroundings.
It couldn’t be Reika because she was no longer at home. She was in the Silent Woman Inn, in the capital city of Gania. Then what was causing that tapping sound? A glance in the direction of the room’s only window told her. A storm had moved in during the night and was finishing the last of its tumult. She pulled back the covers and dangled her feet over the bed.
“Ugh…..I can only imagine what state the trail will be in.,” she muttered gloomily. The trails that connected the cities were not paved like the streets. So Wolf Trail would be nothing more than a long stretch of mud. Perfect.
Looking at the map, she figured it would take most, if not all day to reach the next town, Forestre. And with the conditions being what they were, it didn’t seem likely that she would make it that far. She needed help.
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After consulting with her map, Scarlet found a stable near the beginning of Wolf Trail. Walking inside, she caught the attention of the owner who grinned broadly. It wasn’t everyday a cute young girl came to see about a horse. Especially so early in the morning.
“What can I do for you?,” the stableman asked, giving Scarlet an admiring look.
What is it with the men here?!, she thought irritably. They acted like she was the only girl on the face of this earth.
Ignoring his gaze, she pointed to the sign hanging over the stable door. “It says you have a rental service for horses. I need to make Forestre by tonight. What do you charge?” The man clucked his tongue and continued to study her.
“Thirty five silvers a day. But I could give you a good discount.,” he added, giving her a wink. Scarlet stared at him stonily and threw the pouch of money she had in her hand. He caught it clumsily, staggering slightly. This woman was surprisingly strong.
“There’s forty. I want the best horse you have.,” she replied ominously before walking out of the stable.
Within ten minutes a fine looking stallion was brought around to the front. He approached her nervously after she mounted and instructed her what to do next.
“Now when you get to Forestre look for a stable like the one here. It’s right behind the Red Dragon Inn, so it should be easy for you to find.,” he explained making sure to keep his eyes on the horse. “There you give the owner this slip, showing you’ve paid and he’ll take the horse.,” he finished handing her a wrinkled piece of parchment that said PAID IN FULL, in notably large handwriting. Scarlet smiled and folded the slip carefully into her pocket.
“Thank you sir. Take care and stay out of trouble.,” she replied nonchalantly and steered the horse toward the south. She shook her head. If this was what she had to face all the way to Noit and back, she reasoned that she might just want to head home now. A chuckle escaped her. No. No matter how many lechers awaited her, she was going to become Dedicated. She mused that she could always return and settle the score with them later.
With her head full of fantasies, she turned down the start of the trail. It was early morning, and she estimated that she would be safely in Forestre by late afternoon. She hadn’t planned on renting a horse, but if it kept her from being mauled by demi-wolves, she figured it was money well spent.
She had only ridden a few feet when someone called out after her. Looking back she nearly fell off the horse in shock. It was the boy she had kissed in the tavern last night. Even from this distance, she could see his blue hair and puzzled expression.
Scarlet’s mind reeled in panic. Nothing could have prepared her for running into him again, because she honestly never expected to. She didn’t know what to do, and in her confusion, her mind came up with the only answer that sounded reasonably sane. Turning back around, she dug her heels into the horse’s sides, making it take off like a shot.
Distantly she heard him shouting for her to wait, but she only spurred the horse on faster, putting as much distance between them as she could. After traveling at a hard gallop for several minutes, she finally allowed the horse to slow its pace, and her mind to rationalize what she had done. It probably wasn’t the best decision she had made in her life, but what else could she have done besides allowing him to catch up with her? True, she had trusted him enough to kiss him and not have to fight him off after, but that didn’t mean she trusted him enough to be alone with him.
What was he doing there anyway?, she thought, completely baffled. Had he followed her? No, she reasoned. His surprise at seeing her was too genuine to be forced. Then why was he on the trail so early in the morning? Was he on his way to Forestre as well? Before she could control herself, a blush crept across her face and she was aware of a fluttering sensation in her stomach.
She figured at her pace, she would reach Forestre long before he would. Then by that time she would be well secluded within the city and if he was still looking for her, chances were he'd never find her.
Feeling reassured at her conclusion, she brought the horse up to a gallop once more and rode on toward Forestre.
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"When one forgets to put the emotions that overflow in her heart to rest, they burn the color of passion."
Posted by Rublicant Al'Teyr on 08-20-2001 09:35 PM
Rublicant turned but another corner on his long walk the night after he had slain the pickpocket from Southdale. It was a calm evening in the Garden district. He turned the corner only to see a man being assulted by four other men, whom appeared to be thieves.
"Excuse me, men, but I think it would be in your best interest to be leaving now..." Rublicant spoke in a modest tone, not wanting to seem intimidating, nor wanting to seem cowardly.
Two of the men turned towards him.
Rublicant stood absolutely still until the men were within striking distance. If they were anything like the thief that he had faced before, they had no real combat experience, only training in the arts of larceny.
He was correct, as usual.
He lashed out with his serrated dagger at at one of the unsuspecting men, severing his cartoid artery, and leaving him to bleed to death on the ground. He then spun to the other adversary, just to see a short sword rip across his left arm.
Damage incurred minimal, damage to triceps, biceps.
He calmly tossed the dagger from his left hand to his right, and easily punctured the man's left lung through the heart. The thieves were easily more than inexperienced.
Rublicant looked to the other man, who was left unassailed after Rublicant's show of courage and honor.
"hello Sir, what is your name?" Rublicant asked in a sinister tone. He gathered that the person was of no small import by his dress and stature.
"My name is Adamas Tribune," The man spoke somewhat calmly.
Cue: Adamas
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Posted by Adamas Tribune on 08-20-2001 10:06 PM
Adamas brushed himself off. "That was totally unnecessary. But that isn't to say that I'm not grateful. I'm here in New Dargent on business. Who are you?"
"I'm Rublicant Al'Teyr."
"Al'Teyr... That names sounds familiar." He ran through a mental checklist of people he knew, but nothing registered. "Anyway, I'm on my way to the Dargent Magistrate's home."
"It's closed at this hour. You shouldn't be out so late, especially without any kind of weapon."
"I need no weapon. I'm here investigating the thefts on behalf of the Nylinus Council. I had hoped to gain audience with the leader of the thieves, whoever he is. That seems entirely unlikely now." Adamas scowled.
"Better your life than your investigation."
Adamas found no gain in refuting that fact, more so since it was true. "It looks like you've run into these fellows before, judging from the way you handled them."
Rublicant shrugged. "Once or twice."
"I think not. Anyway, perhaps you are right about traveling at night. I dismissed my guard out of disdain. Perhaps I was in error."
"I'd say so."
"That's not your concern. Unless..."
"Unless what?"
"Unless you're interested in the thieves as well. Is there a place where we can speak privately?"
Rublicant nodded. "Follow me."
Rublicant led Adamas to a nearby tavern.
"Something of value was stolen from the Dargent Magistrate's home. He claims the thieves are from Gania. He's currently organizing a task force to go stir up trouble. Hence my assignment. I have to prevent hostility between the islands of Akaros, Gania, and Asheri. But something is wrong. The King of Gania denies all actions, and says that there will be a problem if any Ganians are harmed."
"Sounds simple to me."
"Not to me. I think that the Magistrate's hiding something. Why wouldn't he simply ask the council to intervene on his behalf?"
"What do you think is going on, then? What is he hiding?"
Adamas leaned closer. "I think it's a savil."
The younger man leaned back in his chair. Not the slightest register of shock passed over his face. "Hmmm..."
Adamas leaned back as well. "This is mostly conjecture, mind you."
Rublicant smiled. "Your reputation precedes you, Ambassador. You don't say anything without proper evidence. Or at least a reliable source."
A grimace spread across the man's face. "I'm fairly sure, good sir. I have a few inside sources... underworld contacts, if you will. I also have a proposition. If this savil turns out to be something powerful, I may need more that fast talking to help me."
"What's in it for me? Not that I'm accepting, mind you. I have matters to attend to here."
"Money, if you desire." He set a bag of coins on the table, most of them gold. "Asheri currency, most of it. Gran silvers as well. Also, a trip to Gran Adageros, free accomodations, all expenses paid by the council of Nylinus. You may even come out of it with a savil, but that depends on the council, and what the savil is."
Rublicant mumbled to himself and scratched his chin. "Where are you staying?"
"The Clace Inn."
"Very pricey."
"All expenses paid, naturally. Can I count on you?"
Rublicant Al'Teyr stood up. "Perhaps. You'll have an answer tomorrow. I'll leave a note under your door."
It was wise to keep some information to himself, Adamas thought. He was banking on the fact that curiosity would keep the young man on his side. Mentally, he added the name Rublicant Al'Teyr to his list of important people.
Right next to his grandfather's name.
CUE: Rublicant Al'Teyr
KEIRU EDIT: For those of you that don't know, a savil is a magical item of strong power. They are illegal to use and own.
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Pride without arrogance,
Independance without dishonor.
Posted by Indigo Grei on 08-21-2001 12:18 AM
She rode out of town before he could ask questions, and he decided to put it out of his mind. The odds of seeing her twice, improbable. Three times, and no longer even constrained to the city? Crazy.
He set out on foot that day, hoping either to make Wolf Trail before nightfall, or to camp a safe distance away.
Unfortunately, sunset landed him right in the middle of the train. There were no wolves yet, but Indigo walked with glaive in hand, just in case.
"You shouldn't be out so late."
Indigo spun around. Standing at the edge of the treeline was a member of the Fiero, arms crossed, still very much human... ish.
"My clan doesn't prefer the company of men."
"I heard. I don't have anything against you, I just want safe passage," Indigo said, holding his glaive ready.
"Child, put that away. I'm not fond of humans, but please don't insult me. You'll find me more tolerant than my brethren, but not if I'm angry."
Indigo complied, if slowly. "I don't understand. How come I haven't already been killed and eaten?"
"Because of me. The wolves generally steer clear of me."
Indigo's face was a mix of bewilderment. "But I thought that the Fiero were... I mean you are..."
"A half breed. I don't change at night, like the others. Half the blood, but half the intolerance as well. My father was human. ...You shouldn't camp here."
"But I can't make it through the trail on foot, not at night."
"The other Fiero hate magic. Just a little light show, and you'll be fine."
"I can't use magic yet."
The wolf sighed. "I'm debating whether to leave you here cowering, eat you out of hunger, or escort you through the pass."
"I'd prefer not the middle," Indigo said, risking humor.
It seemed to work, even if only a little. "Me, too. You look kinda scrawny."
Indigo decided not to protest. "Well, I'd appreciate the help... I don't have much money, though."
"Don't be rediculous. What would a halfbred Fiero do with Grans? Just be careful from now on. And for heaven's sake, get some weapon training. Your stance was terrible."
"Does this mean you'll help?"
"What do you have to eat?"
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Who are you? Who is Dolensirion?! What's happening to me?!?!
Posted by Indigo Grei on 08-21-2001 04:40 PM
"I didn't catch your name." Indigo stopped eating his loaf of bread and looked up. He certainly thought it wierd that a member of the Fiero clan would help him through a dangerous place, let alone care enough to ask his name.
"It's Indigo. Indigo Grei. I used to live in Xellos, but I'm off to travel the world. I turned nineteen two weeks ago."
"Well, my friend, if you aren't careful, you won't see twenty. Travel isn't really safe at night, least of all here." The Fiero looked Indigo right in the eyes. "You're damned lucky."
"I appreciate what you're doing. But I don't recall your name, if you don't mind my asking."
"I don't think you could pronounce it. It would come out sounding like you were yowling. And you couldn't do it right. I suppose the closest you could get would be to call me Uwaoo."
"That's... a unique name," Indigo said, trying to conceal his laughter.
"It's not unique, it's rediculous. Just call me Gahr." The wolf man put down the hunk of meat Indigo had given him in payment. Taking a piece of cloth, he wrapped it up for later. "Anyway, I'll see you to the end of the trail at dawn, but for now I'm sleeping. If anything frightens you, just wake me up." He laid down at the door of Indigo's tent.
"I'm not so easily frightened."
"You jumped about twenty feet in the air when you saw me."
"So what..." Indigo mumbled. "Hey, Gahr? ...Do you want to come to Forestre? You know, get out of the woods for a while?"
Gahr rolled over and faced away from Indigo. "If I set foot in a human town, I'd be crucified for the things my clan has done... so... I'm afraid that I can't come with. Although... It's always been my dream to travel the world as well."
Indigo wondered how hard his life had been. Shunned by his own, hated by others... Yet he still called the Fiero his own clan, his family. "Gahr... After I'm dedicated, I'll come back and tell you about the places I've seen, and the things I've done..."
Gahr made no movement outwardly, but inside, he smiled, dreaming of the wondrous places Indigo would tell him about.
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Who are you? Who is Dolensirion?! What's happening to me?!?!
Posted by Rublicant Al'Teyr on 08-21-2001 05:20 PM
Rublicant knew of the man Adamas Tribune. He did not know of him well, nor did he know if he was truely here on the business that he spoke of, but that really did not matter to Rublicant. The man had offered him a sum of money to go with him, a large sum to be sure, but money was something that Rublicant had no lack of.
Dr. Al'Teyr slipped into the Clace inn the next day, through a servants entrance. Winding his way through the narrow service corridors within the expansive structure took Rublicant some time, but he was able to, in time, make his way to the suite in which Adamas was staying. He lightly touched the sutures upon his arm that he had applied himself last evening.
He slipped the letter under the door. The paper was gold-white, and sealed with crimson wax. It smelled like alcohol.
Ambassador,
I have decided to decline your offer to travel with you to Gran Adageros. However, for so long as you will remain in Dargent, investigating this incident, you may rely on me and my resources. I need no payment for any services that I may render. You may reach me via my town house here in Dargent, 487 Fayre run, in the Garden ward.
Lord Doctor Rublicant Al'Teyr
Adamas found the letter almost immideatly and when he had finished reading, he could not help but feel a bit strange. About what, he was not sure.
Cue: Adamas, whenever you want, or need, to contact Rublicant
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"It's strange, how some people see blood as a simple thing. but I know the truth. Blood is power..."
Posted by Adamas Tribune on 08-21-2001 07:33 PM
The Clace Inn was a posh, luxurious inn, the best in the city. Adamas sat down on the navy blue bed and read the letter. It was not the best answer he had hoped for, but still very fortunate. He thought of sending a letter back to the listed address, but thought better of it. It was not necessary to inform Rublicant of the details, at least not yet.
He pulled on his silk robe and moved to the balcony window. Throwing the gold gilded doors open, he walked out and looked over the city. People were bustling about, performing their daily routines. Adamas began to reflect on the previous night.
Had Doctor Al'Teyr not showed up, he might not be here today. Pulling his robe sleeve up, he flexed. He was not a physically strong man, and he let the sleeve drop. He had taken care to keep his body in shape, but he never really worked out. He'd never considered magic necessary, but now...
Dedication... I wonder if I could do it at my age? He shook his head. It was uncommon for people over thirty to attempt dedication. But if he was going to be putting his life in danger repeatedly... "I've already mastered my job... Maybe I could do with a little adventure. I'm as close to Karovon as I'll ever be. I'll send a letter to the council, telling them to look for a new Ambassador in case... Nonsense! I'm not going to let a test of character do me in, magic or no. But first..."
The letter was delivered in person, but Rubicant was out.
Dear Doctor Al'Teyr,
I've another proposition for you, if you're willing. I've decided (although I'm not known for rash decisions) to attempt Dedication. I know not what your experiences with magic are, but I would like to speak to you regarding such. I do not require a companion if you do not wish, and I will make the journey alone. But you are my most... ahem... legal... acquaintance here in New Dargent.
Meet me in the Clace Bar tonight.
With the letter delivered, Adamas went to meet with Dargent's magistrate on the subject of the thefts.
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Pride without arrogance,
Independance without dishonor.
Posted by Scarlet Rosenblade on 08-21-2001 09:11 PM
The treetop city bustled with activity as Scarlet rode in around mid afternoon. Finding the second stable was easy, and after handing the stableman both the horse and the receipt, she purchased a room for the night at the Red Dragon Inn.
She was in no need of supplies, but the rest of the afternoon stretched out in front of her temptingly. Grabbing some money, she decided to have a little fun before she continued on to South Dale.
The city was inviting and Scarlet amused herself by participating in games of skill. One of these was knife throwing, which she was pleased to learn she excelled at. The owner, who claimed to be a woman of Farai origin, smiled in admiration and gave her a dagger as a souvenir. It was a cheaply made replica of the Griffin Knife, but she mused that it could come in handy.
She continued to wander the streets for some time peering into shops that caught her interest, or sampling exotic foods from street vendors. Before she was aware that any time had passed, the sun was sinking in the sky, making the streets dark, and suddenly ominous.
She reached for her map, only to discover she left it behind in the hotel room. Her heart began to race with panic as she remembered leaving behind her katana as well. Out of the corners of her eyes she saw several shadowy figures lurking around the corners of buildings and peering out of alleyways. She looked down at the Griffin knife and felt her heart sink. She doubted it would inflict any sort of damage before breaking into a million pieces.
Be that as it may, it was her only weapon and if forced to, she would use it. She turned around, and began to walk back the way she came. It wasn’t dark yet, but it soon would be. Her mind cried out for the safety of her room and struggled to remember the route she had taken that day. After making a few right turns and quite a few left, she passed familiar landmarks with a rush of joy. If she recalled correctly the inn was just around the corner and-
A hand closed over her mouth while an arm encircled her waist, squeezing out the air out of her lungs. Before she had a chance to react she was thrown against the side of a building with a knife held to her throat. Her own knife clattered to the ground, useless to her now.
“Unless you want to find out what it’s like to be raped and murdered, you’d better keep quiet and do as I say.,” a man’s voice whispered, breathing a sour odor into Scarlet’s face. She trembled. All of the warnings she’d received began to broadcast loudly in her mind, making the threat of tears a soon reality.
“That’s a girl.,” he said, not removing his hand and grabbing her by both wrists, led her further into the alley where three other men waited with a large cloth sack and several lengths of rope. A fourth stood in the shadows and appeared to be supervising the crime, as a master would observe the workmanship of his apprentice.
“Now we can make this easy, or we can make this hard.,” he continued, pulling Scarlet toward the other men. “It doesn’t matter to me which you choose, but one hurts a little less than the other.”
He had his answer within seconds as her foot came flying out of the darkness and buried itself under his chin. The impact of the blow caused him to stagger back and relinquish his grip on her wrists. She wasted no time in running back toward the alley entrance. However, her escape was not fast enough as one of the men buried his hand into her hair and threw her to the ground. She swung her leg around, kicking his feet out from under him and causing him to topple backwards into a second. Desperate now, she staggered to her feet, only to be knocked down again by an elbow dropped in the middle of her back. She tried to scream, but a kick to her diaphragm halted any further attempt to draw attention to her peril. She drew in a ragged gasp for air as pain enveloped her and spread throughout her body. Sure of her defeat she only watched as the four men surrounded her. She was aware that the fifth man, who had been standing in the shadows, was now walking through the group that had enclosed her and studying her closely. A crimson cloak fluttered around his feet.
“Lord Xarou-,” one of the men began to speak, but Xarou silenced him by merely raising his hand.
“I’ve never seen such fighting spirit from a woman before.,” he said wondrously, brushing a piece of hair from her temple. Scarlet cringed. His hands were like ice.
“Please don’t make them hurt you anymore. Damaged goods don’t fetch a fair price.” Scarlet was momentarily amazed at the way he spoke in such a business like manner.
“Help me..,” she wheezed, searching for something, anything! ….Her ring……
“I want to help you.,” he replied, assuming she was referring to him. “I’m even considering allowing you to stay with me. You are quite extraordinary.”
Scarlet blocked out his voice and concentrated on her ring. The Summoning Ring from her parents. The ring that Reika said would protect her.
“Please help me.,” she whispered, feeling hot tears stream down her face.
“I don’t think she’ll fight anymore.,” he said turning his attention back to the other men. “Make sure she’s brought to me unharmed. If I see one extra bruise on her body you’ll receive ten in return.” Spinning his cape, he turned and walked sedatedly out of the alley.
The men grunted in compliance with his orders and set about picking Scarlet up off the ground.
What happened next was far too confusing for anyone to remember clearly. There was a great burst of silvery light that emitted from Scarlet’s ring and then from within the light the men saw some kind of monster emerging. It growled menacingly and stared at the four of them with great shining eyes.
“What the hell is that?!,” one asked in terror.
“I don’t want to find out! Let’s get out of here!,” another answered before running for his life. The other three quickly followed suit, leaving Scarlet alone with the creature that had frightened them so easily. It grunted after the four cowards and turned to check on Scarlet. It nuzzled her arm and waited for her to respond. No response came.
She had fainted dead away.
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"When one forgets to put the emotions that overflow in her heart to rest, they burn the color of passion."
Posted by Scarlet Rosenblade on 08-22-2001 12:23 AM
Scarlet came out of her faint about fifteen minutes after her attackers had been driven off.
The first thing she noticed was that her ring was missing. Rising on her elbow she scoured the ground for it. She spied it twinkling on the pavement a few yards away.
How did it get there?, she thought nervously. Before she had fainted she remembered a bright light and-
“A dragon….,” she murmured. It had been a dragon that saved her from the slave traders. She slid the ring back on her finger and looked at gratefully. The ring had protected her when she was unable to protect herself.
"Ginhi.," she murmured. She had no idea where the name had come from, but it seemed fitting for the creature that was now back in it's harmless state. She stared at for several moments before realizing she had named her ring. Feeling silly now, (who goes around around naming their jewelry?) she also realized that she needed to get out of here, before one or all of the men came back.
Using the wall of the alley for support, she staggered clumsily to her feet and walked back out into the deserted thoroughfare. It was full dark now, but she had only been around the corner from the inn when she was attacked.
You’re damned lucky, Scarlet., she thought sternly. If it hadn’t been for that ring Reika gave you, you would’ve been fair game to……..what was his name?…..Xarou! She shuddered at the thought of what had nearly been.
She obtained several curious glances when she crossed the inn’s lobby and plodded up the stairs. With torn clothing, and various visible scrapes and bruises it was no wonder that she should. She looked as if she had gotten into a fight with a brick wall and lost.
All of this didn’t matter to her now. She had been attacked yes, but essentially unharmed and she was now within the safety of her room. Taking advantage of the room’s spacious bath, she cleaned herself until she was fairly raw from scrubbing. Inspecting her wounds, she found there were considerable amounts of them, but most were superficial and required no medical treatment. Her abdomen had obtained the most serious injury. Already, a large oval shaped bruise was turning a deep purple. She grimaced. That was going to hurt like hell in the morning. But considering the alternative, she felt she could put up with a few days discomfort.
Feeling clean at last, she threw her clothing into the wastebasket and flung herself into bed. If she was planning to move on the next morning, she needed as much sleep as she could get. Somehow, the idea of her moving anywhere seemed hysterically funny and she burst into a fit of giggles. Somewhere, between laughing and wincing in pain, she finally calmed down enough to fall asleep.
Meanwhile, a man wearing a deep crimson cape wandered through the city, his thoughts filled with nothing but the girl that had escaped him.
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"When one forgets to put the emotions that overflow in her heart to rest, they burn the color of passion."
Posted by Aramus VanVehementi on 08-22-2001 01:24 PM
...The end of the beginning
Count Aramus VanVehementi sat aloof in his chambers lost deeply within entrancing contemplation. This was not uncommon for Aramus as his many servants and butlers would go days without seeing their master. His earth toned eyes formed a hollow glaze as he stared through the thick wisps of smoke that poured from his pipe and he pondered what was to come in the evening.
His meeting with the generals had been long in arrangement as few of the military's leaders had any loyalty to the long fallen Nylian Empire. After the Great War and the signing of the Nylinus Pact, those who dreamed of the wonderous Nylian Empire's expantion were scattered to the wind. Worst of all, for Aramus in particular, with some 50 years passed since the affair, few empowered officials had any real knowlegde -save graduates of Nylium Magistrate Acadamy- of the Empires former might, determination, and true power.
"Granted, the death toll was unfortunate, alas, growth is painful in all respects and such sacrifices must be made for the betterment of the Empire," A half smile formed upon Count VanVehemti's face as he thought unto himself. "And at the head table.... there I shall sit Emporer, and reign the continent with merciful but taxable efforts. I shall end all wars for we shall be brothers and sisters united. The royal flag of Nylium will be flown by all houses and regarded as a sigil of peace."
"Master VanVehementi, will you be attending this evenings meal sir?" The voice of Gregoryn interupted his silent musings with a calm and well matured tone. Gregoryn was nearing 23 years of age now.
"Yes good Gregoryn, I believe I am long due for some nurishment. Please send word for Mirrielle to join me. Be sure to address her with some of the freshest flowers from the attrium." Aramus and Mirrielle had only been married a year and a half now but his heart still warmed in her radiant presence.
"You are indeed needing some nourishment Master Aramus! We haven't recalled your presence in the dining chamber for days now. I shall fetch your wife post haste and have her seated and comfortable by the time you make your way to the head of the table sir. Good evening Master."
"Good evening Gregoryn, I shall see you at supper." Aramus had always regarded Gregoryn as a friend more than a servant, barring his formal manner of addressing him. Gregoryn's family, as his father's before him, served most loyally to the VanVehementi Estates since before Eshirynn, Aramus' father's time.
Upon Gregoryn's exit, Aramus resumed his post, rekindling the dwelling ambers of his pipe and producing large clouds of aromatic smoke as he regained that lost look upon his countenance. He would continue his stare towards his massive library of aged books until he was summoned to dinner in a few moments. Food mattered naught to Aramus, however, for all he could taste was his quest for the Impirial throne and the might of the Nylian Empire. The Count soon slipped back to his contemplations, "Now, about those generals..."
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"Unlike my fool of a father, I don't just talk of ambition... I realize it!"
Posted by Rublicant Al'Teyr on 08-22-2001 02:06 PM
Rublicant entered the Clace bar the next night.
He wore traveling gear, with Ezra's Pledge and his longsword hanging at his belt, A elegant crossbow strapped across his back, and a backpack containing adventuring/traveling gear. He walked calmly through the crowd, scanning the population of the bar for Adamas, whom he found sitting alone at a small table near the back of the bar, sipping on a galss of wine.
"Ambassador,"
"Doctor, have a seat,"
Rublicant ordered a blush wine and sipped at it while the two of them made small talk. Soon, however, Adamas began asking questions about Magic Theory, which Rublicant was more than happy to discuss, it being one of his passions... Suddenly, Rublicant interrupted the converstion with a strange comment.
"It is good to see you again, in such good shape," Rublicant spoke in a clear, concise tone.
"And you as well," Adamas wished to cut to the point, now that he had learned of Rublicant's eagerness to attempt the journey. He was still somewhat uncomfortable around Dr. Al'Teyr, but he was perhaps the best companion one could hope for, "Let me cut straight to the point. You seem as if you are willing to accompany me to Mount Karavon."
"I am. I have obviously studied magic theory extensively, but there is only so much you can learn of it without actually being able to use it. I wish to be able to research magic as my Grandfather did," Adamas shuddered at the grating voice Rublicant used to emphisise the word. Rublicant must be as well informed of Him as he was of Rublicant.
"Good, good, so when shall we leave?" Adamas cointinued with but a small show of unease.
"I have made preperations to sail to Mt. Karovon within two hours. Make your preperations and meet me here within one and a half hours. You won't need guards,"
"Why not?"
"I'm all the protection you'll need..." Rublicant chuckled...
Adamas frowned inwardly, but did not let Rublicant sense his unease, this time. He thought to himself about how to respond, and then, he spoke...
Cue: Adamas
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Posted by Indigo Grei on 08-22-2001 09:25 PM
Indigo made it to the end of the wolf's trail shortly after sunup with Gahr's help. Gahr watched as Indigo walked farther down the road. Indigo looked back over his shoulder once, and waved. Gahr nodded in reponse, his arms folded over his chest.
"Thank you for waiting until he was out of sight, my brothers," Gahr muttered.
The only response was heavy breathing. The Fiero were not happy with Gahr's behavior. Helping a human escape alive was the final act of defiance.
One large wolf grabbed Gahr by the nape of his neck and pulled him down. He was dragged back into the heart of the woods, trailing blood all the way.
The Fiero did not believe in the practice of banishment. There was only the law of fang and nail.
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Who are you? Who is Dolensirion?! What's happening to me?!?!
Posted by Scarlet Rosenblade on 08-23-2001 02:46 PM
A terrible ripping pain from her abdomen caused Scarlet to wake with a start. Tears sprung up immediately and she curled into a fetal position to try and relieve the ache. It was no good. She had been hurt badly when she received the blow to her stomach. With every breath she took, the pain intensified to where she finally cried out in agony. Soon after, a knock came from her door.
“Are you alright in there Miss?,” a hesitant voice asked from outside the door. A chambermaid happened to be passing by her room when she heard Scarlet’s cry.
“No….,” she replied in a whisper. Tears flowed freely down her cheeks, soaking the pillowcase.
“Miss?,” the maid repeated with a note of concern.
“Please..help me.,” she cried out, a little louder. Needing no further prompting, the maid entered her room.
“Are you alright!?,” she asked in alarm. Scarlet shook her head.
“Should I fetch the doctor?” Scarlet’s answer was another cry as a fresh wave of pain tore through her stomach, spreading across her torso and down her legs. Her cry raised the hair on the back of the maid’s neck. She had heard a cry like that once before, when her village and tortured and killed a demi-wolf. The poor creature had let out an eerily similar howl just before collapsing to its death. She wheeled around and ran from the room.
After what seemed to Scarlet an eternity later, but in actuality was only a minute, a middle-aged man in dark navy robes hurried into her room, followed closely by the maid who looked on in concern.
“Where?,” he asked studying the expression of pain written on her face. Scarlet motioned to her stomach and pulled back the shirt she had worn to bed, exposing her injuries. The doctor gasped in shock as the maid uttered a thin scream of horror.
The bruise had swollen across her entire stomach and was now sickeningly black in color. He gently poked the injured area and watched as Scarlet’s face turned an ashy gray and she screamed in sheer agony. He grimaced.
“Massive internal bleeding.,” he spoke out loud to noone in particular. Moving swiftly, he rolled up the sleeves of his robes and placed his hands over her stomach. Muttering a string of foreign phrases he moved them downward until they were resting on her abdomen. In his mind’s eye he could see the injury that had started the bleeding. A powerful blow had broken several large veins and arteries in her spleen. There the blood had collected in the membreanic sac until it simply burst, releasing the blood into her body cavity. If the bleeding continued, she would die within minutes.
Pressing down firmly on her stomach he focused his energy on closing the internal tears in her blood vessels. He saw them healing, but before they completely closed he used his power to pump the blood that had been released into her abdomen back into her blood stream so she wouldn’t simply die from lack of oxygen to her brain.
All of this happened within a matter of a few moments, and when it was over he lifted his hands and inspected his work. There was still some slight discoloring to her skin where she had sustained the injury but it was considerably smaller, and that itself would heal within a few days. He looked toward Scarlet, who could only look back in amazement.
“How did you manage to sustain such an injury?,” the doctor asked calmly. The time for panic was over and now he needed to get some information.
“I was attacked by thieves last night. Before I could get away, one of them kicked me in my stomach.,” she answered with a slight quaver in her voice. He merely nodded.
“A young girl like you shouldn’t be out at night all alone. But I’m sure you’ve learned that now. You need at least a days rest before you attempt any sort of activity.,” he added, standing up.
“How much do I owe you Sir?,” she asked, slightly apprehensive of his answer. The last thing she needed right now was a steep medical bill. Surprisingly, he waved it off and told her not to worry about it.
“I have the power of Earth, to heal myself and to heal others. I have been honored to share that power with you, Highness.,” he ended, before turning around and walking briskly out of the room.
“What did you just call me??,” she called after him to no avail. He had called her Highness…..She thought about it but couldn’t figure out why. Shaking her head she decided to let it go. He may have been one of those men who refer to every girl as Highness. She had known a few herself back in her younger years.
“Could I bring you anything?,” the maid piped up dutifully, clueing in Scarlet to her presence.
“Oh! Well, some tea would be nice.,’ she replied. The maid nodded in compliance and bustled out the door.
These people are strange., she thought as she sank against the pillows. Since she was bedridden for at least a day, she may as well make herself comfortable.
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"When one forgets to put the emotions that overflow in her heart to rest, they burn the color of passion."
Posted by Adamas Tribune on 08-23-2001 03:23 PM
Adamas arrived at the specified point early. He was never late, and he criticized endlessly people who were late in the least, down to the second.
It appeared it would not be necessary. Rublicant was already there. Dressed in traveling gear, he was a picture of adventuresome youth. Adamas wondered suddenly how he appeared to him.
"What do you think my chances are?" he asked. Rublicant was sitting on some crates on the dock.
"Of Dedication? I think your character is too strong for you to fail. Even if you don't become Dedicated, life as a Silverblade wouldn't be so bad, right?"
"I don't know about that. What use is obsessive training for an old man like me?"
Rublicant had half a mind to stand up and slap the man. Instead he refuted him verbally. "What's your problem all of a sudden? Are you suddenly doubting yourself? If that's the case, you might as well keep your job and stay here. By the Creator, you're not a day over forty, and you've got a mind like a steel trap. And here you sit, wondering what's going to happen if you fail? I did some asking around about you. You're pretty well known, and never once would I have expected this kind of talk from the man who has put down riots and wars without lifting a weapon."
Adamas scowled outwardly. Rublicant's words cut deep, but he was not about to show that. He quickly formulated a response. "I meant that for someone of my position of such esteem to suddenly take up a new hobby, much less one that's useless to him, would be a waste of time."
Rublicant wasn't really fooled, but he didn't much care for the current discussion, so he let it go. And Adamas knew that the Doctor could see right through him. It seemed one of his skills.
"Anyway, I'm not going to fail. I do wonder, though... what alignment I'll receive?"
"Only the Creator knows. My own test is a much a mystery. I guess we'll find out when we're done."
"So do you want to attempt it first?"
"We'll discuss it later. The boat is getting ready to leave. Do you have any bags, or anything to go on the boat?"
Adamas hadn't thought of it before, but he really didn't care for any of his possessions. "Please forgive me, but hold the boat until I get back! I'll only be a few minutes!" He took off running. Rublicant began to protest, but it appeared that Adamas had no intention of listening.
So he held the boat.
Adamas returned a few minutes later. Rublicant stared. "What the hell did you do?"
"I sold my greatcoat and all the decorations. I bought these. I thought they'd be better where we're going." Adamas Tribune was no longer decked out in deep violets and blues. Instead, he wore grey pants with several pockets and small circles of metal woven into the knees, a short sleeved tunic, and a traveling cloak with the hood down. His long grey hair was tied back
