Pedro - 2000-05-04
eydon sighed. Things were Not Going Well.
[How was I supposed to know that she'd talk like a berserk terrier? I mean, she -looked- nice. She's got, you know, a particularly fine pair of... personalities. So why won't she shut up?]
Leydon turned to watch the girl, whose lower jaw was lifting and falling with the same speed and regularity as the knickers of a particularly successful prostitute who just happened to be visiting a jail for sex-starved men serving life-sentences.
[She's still going. It's extraordinary. She hasn't even breathed yet.] Exasperated, Leydon glanced at the window. [It's almost dark. If I can only last this out another two hours or so, I may be able to get out without offending her.] That thought lingered for a whole two seconds. [Two hours? Who am I kidding? Maybe I could gag her or something.]
"And then, Leydon, do you know what?! No, go on, guess!!"
"..."
"I bet you can't!!"
"..."
"The horse turned out to be a mutated mouse with wings!! No really, it did!! Can you believe that!! We'd just never noticed it before!!"
The girl began to giggle inanely, totally unaware of the mask of impotent apoplexy that had just appeared on Leydon's face. The young man began to stand, raising his hands as if to throttle her.
And that's when the door opened.
Diana - 2000-05-04
iel shrugged and dropped the carcass next to the 'fire'. Maybe Azari could cook it. "I just thought you might like to have a crack at it, seeing as it doesn't bother me to eat it still bleeding." She grinned at Selene. Her face fell when she saw that the young woman was NOT amused.
"God, I hate these woods!" she heard Azari exclaim from the direction of the river. Tiel decided to comment, since it was in Azari's best interest to know. "With good reason," she said when the other young woman returned. "There be dragons," she explained, half- smiling. "Or wyverns, at any rate. That's why Trevor's out right now - he fell on a rock while defending Selene here. It attacked her while she was bathing. I fed it and so far, it hasn't given us any more trouble. Then again, it could very well be finally dead from the wound Trevor struck, shallow as it was."
"Goodness, forgive me for being rude, I haven't introduced myself. I'm Terithiel, Tiel for short. I'll help you lift Trevor onto the horse so we can get moving. I don't know if our Selene is up to it, it being so late and all."
"And yes, I do have some dry clothes for you to change into, but let's wait until we've shouldered this muddy knight onto the horse before we go about changing. I'm not sure if Selene's would fit you, since you're a bit more muscular than she." She demonstrated the powers of her pouch by pulling out a white, short-sleeve blouse and white trouser.
The legs of the trousers would only reach about a few inches past Azari's knees, but that was the way it was made. Following the white suit was a red and black harlequin-style coverlet (is that the right word?). The shoulders of the coverlet were stiff and pointed, but didn't stick up, but out on a horizontal base following the collarbone. The upper right quarter of the shirt-portion was red, the lower left quarter was as well. The remaining quarters were black. The bottom part of the coverlet, which extended from the belt to slightly past the bottoms of the trouser legs in a diamond shape from where it tapered at the waist, was red on the left, and black on the right. Following this suit, which seemed to be either of chamois or another soft cloth, was a black leather belt with a silver buckle. White bracers matching the blouse and trousers followed as well. The tail-hole was neatly coverable by the coverlet. "I hope this meets with your approval, Knight." Tiel chuckled. "If it doesn't, I'll pull another rabbit out of the hat, so to speak."
"Please forgive me if I insist on calling you Knight, but I ordinarily call people by what I feel is or should be their title. Trevor is Ser Knight, and Selene is Lady. If you object to it, just say so and I'll call you Azari."
Tiel wrapped this speech up by handing the garments to Azari and indicating toward Trevor. "Shall we?"
Spellbinder - 2000-05-05
He pondered all these things as he rose to the surface of consciousness. Trevor moaned softly again and his eyes fluttered open. He saw a form looking down at him, her voice called his name anxiously. Her name was...was..Selene. Yes, Selene. His mind was clearing a little at a time, but it required a great deal of concentration to just think. He licked dry lips and tried to speak, but all he could manage was a croak.
He cleared his throat, trying to see. "S-Selene? W-where am I-I?" he finally managed to mutter. He lay still, trying to conserve his energy. He saw Tiel as she moved closer to see what was happening. "Tiel? Wyvern. Dead?" he asked, his voice tired.
Martin - 2000-05-06
eleos pulled Swift up at the edge of the town, remarking, "I think this is where we decide what we're going to do now."
Muranog nodded. "Finding accommodation here would probably be a good start – at least, for long enough that your unconscious companion may recover. Once that is dealt with, we may more thoroughly plan where to go next – it would seem there is safety in numbers in this area. You have the advantage of me in this place – how will they be inclined to react to foreigners here? I have had quite enough of ignorant villagers who have never heard of the Ring of Tears naming me 'demonspawn' of late. Perhaps, if the fortune of the Elements is with us, the villagers here will be more inclined to trust in hard coin than fear the faces of strangers...? I am not without some small resources in that respect. Certainly it would be better than a night out in the open with an unconscious man who may need help. And my offer of training to your young charge still stands – I would sooner not see her accidentally call the Fire and obliterate herself." He paused, then added softly, "Or you."
Laura - 2000-05-08
zari could bearly speak, she was still shaken up by loosing all she had.
What would her father think of her now? Azari was distracted by thoughts of finding her horse. Tiel's words echoed through her head "I hope this meets with your approval, Knight". Tiel handing her clothing. Her words muttering to a vague fade out.
Azari was so distracted, she didn't even think about how cold she was. She looked down at the clothing and noticed how shaky her arms were. She had been shivering all this time and didn't even notice. Azari shaking her head "Anything will do at this point, I am a bit unprepared now. My belongings are gone as well as my horse. Good thing I had my expense money with me. I am afraid that we will not be able to take Sir Knight, Trevor with on my horse since I can not find her!" Azari's tone a bit bitter and frustrated.
Azari turned to see the dead carcass laying next to the fire. Her body so stiffened by the chill, she could hardly muster up the strength to walk over to the fire. Trevor was waking up from his head injury, but Azari was oblivious to his awake, she was more distracted by the warmth of the fire permeating from across the camp. Azari walked to the fire, feeling every inch of her body lock up with each step she took. The warmth of the fire at first made Azari shake even more. It took only a few minutes for the red tones in her cheeks to return. She could feel her senses regaining strength. She needed food, that was her next move for survival. Azari was almost like a robot in her own mentality. Without even thinking, she took her dagger and began trimming the meat for cooking.
Some minutes went by. The food was on it's way to being cooked, everyone in the campsite seemed to be as lethargic and slow at doing anything much less at going anywhere.
"How is he doing?" Azari hollered from the fire to Selene and Tiel.
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