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 Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2005 9:30 pm
"Warhammer, my conscience. How should I go about this information I know that is needed?" Tarathiel asked the wise sage.
"Well, Captain, What do you think the Earth Mother wants you to do with it?" Replied the wisend bull.
"I don't know... Maybe... I could use it for good... Or I could just wait... Or I could see what is best?" Tarathiel stopped talking, he really did like the sound of his own voice. "I wonder if they know anything at all?"
"Well, they probably do." Warhammer replied.
"I could meddle?" Tarathiel said with a slight glimmer.
"Perhaps you should listen to your soul?"
"Hmm. It tells me that I am jealous and..." Tarathiel paused. "Envious?"
"Why?"
"He has somethign I do not."
"Your jealous of the other drow?"
"Yes."
"Why, he could never beat you in fight?"
"But, he has a girl..."
"You could always steal the girl?"
"That isn't such a bad idea. It is lonely out here on the high seas..."
"Are you lieing to yourself?"
"Yes, now don't stop me." Tarathiel looked at the resting Meilikki. "Malik wants to see her... Should I let him?"
"Not right now."
"Yeah, he'd never think that someone so frail would ever be hurt enough to be out cold." Tarathiel looked at the woman, "She's kinda pretty."
"You say that about everyone."
"That is true. But she's..."
"Special?"
"No, not special... Significant."
"You have a Special prisoner, and A Significant prisoner... You never cease to amase me. One moment you are a hero, the next a fiend, and rarely do you ever settle on one course of action." Warhammer noted.
Tarathiel chuckled softly, "That is the advantage of chaos. You can be everything."
"Why are you creating a contest between you and Malik?"
"I don't know... Lack of interesting Drow in the world? Don't get me wrong, I like him, sometimes. Like when he's thinking about something other than the typical drow thoughts."
"I see."
"Sure you do."
"Sir, your problem?"
"Right... My dilema..."
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2005 9:44 pm
She lay on the sleep chair in front of the fire. Mielikki never slept soundly, or deeply, the visions kept her awake. She usually only dozed lightly, and even in her sleep the futrue found her, demanding attention. Even now, so deeply asleep that she could not hear or feel anything,and swallowed by a peacefull darkness, her rest was mared only by the charcole streaks that flitted across her eyes like aftervision. She'd never be free, but she'd learned to live wiht it long ago.
On the outside, swollen eyes closed and breathing threw her mouth, she had all the appearences of somoen who was utterly knocked out.
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2005 9:53 pm
"Is there any potion we can brew that would make her a more pleasent sight?" Tarathiel asked Warhammer.
"I know of one, but it is very advanced and takes several days to make..."
"Well, that wont work, what is it called, we could always just buy it on the Open Plane market." Tarathiel stated, noting the place where wizards traded magicks for other magicks with wizards on other planes. A practice that actually causes much calamity in the universe, but no one seems to care about that, the instant gain is always best for a wizard with little time.
"No, I would never trust a potion from there, scondrels, the lot of them."
"Orko is... I see your point."
"For now, my prayers will suffice." Warhammer turned a placed a gentle hand on Meilikki's shoulder, and released a burst of curative magic.
"So.. should I?"
"I can't tell you what to do, Captain."
"Point noted. Now tell me?"
"You must decided this on your own."
"I can't make decisions, I am royalty."
"Shh... Meilikki can hear us, should you not want her to know."
"She already does."
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2005 9:58 pm
The smuges faded into shadows. The shadows dispersed as night finally swallowed them all. The Earth Mother would grant her a proper sleep this once, Meilikki would know what it was to dream, or if she chose, to be suspended in nothingness.
She let out a small sigh, the lines of stress leaving her face.
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2005 10:05 pm
"Well, I guess I'll go tell Shield what Malik and Jiscal are planing." Tarathiel said as streched and walked towards the door, "Keep her safe and free from sin." The door shut softly behind Tarathiel.
"Orko, Orko Orko... Send a message to our dwarven pet, 'A plan to steal the kingdom is a foot, Malik and Jiscal united against you, gifts come at a price.' Vague enough, or too informative?" Tarathiel shoke his head, "Nah, fine the way it be. Now..." His voice trailed off as he pondered what to do.
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2005 10:52 pm
Malik saw Serino, and rode over, and dismounted, moving aside the rock and picking up Piper's bow, and dagger...handing them to Keiran..then saw the blood. he leaned down, fingering the blood, and putting some on Malvolence, who greedily lapped it up. and told him from whom it came.
"Terran Gale and his friends, no matter how many of them, are going to learn a whole new definition to the words pain and suffering."
He stood and grabbed the reins of Serino, and took them off him. he didn't really know how, and probably damaged them but at the moment he didn't really give a damn.
"Serino, Tell us exactly what they looked like. clothes, mounts, names, language..I don't care I want to know."
He tossed the reins to Keiran.
"They better be praying right now, becuase thier going to be asking thier gods for help or death before I'm through."
Onyx listened, and tilted his head lightly.
"I've never been on a ship, until here. and even then it was just the rafts. It sounds interesting. lots of action is always appealing to a brawler like myself. I wouldn't mind finding or seeing this ship...though I can't say I like the idea of being around that bullheaded shaman or the captian much."
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2005 11:13 pm
Kieran of course was only a step behind Malik in it all, dismounting as well. Of course a tied up by the reins Serino was quite the disturbing sight that threw up a little red flag. That definitely meant something was wrong. Piper's equipment with no Piper around, only fed that suspicion as Kieran gripped the weapons in his hands, a scowl settling into his features. Though the blood was the end of it, that brought a rather hateful look about him to even match Malik's own. But Zephyr reins were taken as well and a pull at few places brought them back to a more condensed form. Kieran returned to Nerian, who was by this point nudging at Serino, placing Piper's things in the horse's saddlebags. Deadly quiet, wasn't he?
Serino pretty much just laid there on the ground, resting a moment. Tugging and pulling for a good time would wear you out that was for sure, even Zephyrs got worn out. A soft noise to Malik as he shook his head...felt good to be out of those things. OH lord, Malik wanted information? That required wind...but being Serino, and Piper being in the predicament she was in, he set aside his own whining. A little shakily he raised himself to all fours and then turned a look on Kieran. After all, Malik couldn't understand Zephyr.
The tiniest bit of wind kicked up around Kieran and his ears twitched. Serino's words came across as faint whispers from him being worn out, but he caught them none the less, listening as the Zephyr relayed information. Of course though the more he said, the more Kieran looked absolutely enraged. "What do you mean Kaden!?" Oh that did it, Kieran's temper was sparked. A hand clenched to a fist and Kieran set his jaw, then turned a look on Malik. "It's only Kaden in accompaniment to Terran. Apparently he's been giving the orders...seems your suspicions were correct. Terran has a winged mare, Kaden is on foot. Of course Kaden is dressed in forest shades, dark hair, green eyes, typical wood elf. Though Kaden wasn't carrying weapons on him." Kieran paused a moment, perhaps to keep his composure from deteriorating into homicidal tendencies. One of the two had to be rational after all. "Apparently Kaden played the flash bomb trick, startled Serino, dumped Piper....when she ran from him he got her with an arrow and then knocked her out and made off with her into the...forest. Kaden speaks of Piper being his." Oh Malik could certainly hear the distaste of that all. But Kieran moved to Serino, patting him between the ears. Poor thing certainly was exhausted. "You rest Serino." And a look back to Malik. "We need to get moving, now." And back to Nerian, mounting up.
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2005 12:16 am
Malik verifiably growled, getting on Nightmare, who seemed equally enraged that one of her herd had been treated so poorly.
"His...HIS!? I'll teach him whom she belongs with. and it certainly is no cowardly Feir'Dal! or his Koada'dal lackey!"
Malik spurred Nightmare, who reared and nighed and shorted, going on ahead, elvish eyes keeping a keen look, though rage at the moment was flowing through the bloodstream.
"Terran Gale...Kaden..."
Names...all he needed to know now. and he was going to rip them both apart.
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2005 7:53 am
"I have been on a few ships." She was brought to Deep Water on a ship....although she tried to forget that experiance. Thrown in a dark hull with hundreds of other slaves. There hadn't even been room to turn over. Each of them had a little place to sit or lay down, they had been chained together so every time someone moved it tugged at the lot of them. No one ever got any sleep. They were given little water and no food...many died. Their bodies left to rot with the living. The air had been fowl, filled with the stench of the dieing, the dead, the sick...and their own filth...."But Salmander's Whip is...a beautifull ship."
"Warhammer is...sweet." She didn't know how else to describe him. He was comforting, utterly loyal, but over all he was sweet. "The captain..." How to describe Tarathiel? "The captain...loves a good challenge." Whether or not he had found one was her question. If he had succeed, then he was looking for a tougher one.
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2005 9:51 am
"sweet? how can you call him sweet? he tried to drown you. if Bode's void hadn't summoned a flaming pillar he might well have. AS for the captian, he's an arrogant b*****d, just like any other drow. he took you and ironsides, and for no reason other than his own personal amusement."
A bit of a snort at that.
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2005 10:40 am
Things change......
"Warhammer is devote. His loyalty is something I have never heard of, it's what he lives by." As far she knew she hadn't been drowned, she hadn't been used for amusment...well, at least not directly. And to be honest, she did not think her life was worth all that much. She didn't take Warhammer trying to drown her as an insult..she wasn't angrey with him or the captain at all....especailly after he gave her what she wanted...
"You don't know him. You don't know Tarathiel." Oh, and she did, eh? Hm, she could hardley say that. "I haven't been used. I've been...treated well." To a degree...the other drow on the ship only left her alone because Tarathiel had taken to calling her "special."
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2005 11:49 am
Dancing the fine line between chaos and sanity, Tarathiel mused his actions. He had just beheaded a slave, an ogre of sorts, and was walking away with a treasure from Malik's manor. Tarathiel had recieved the impression that Malik thought his slaves were expendable; thus, instead of asking for the collar, he simply took one from the brute. He only wanted it for several purposes...
Oh, the joys and thrills of such things, to know what others do not, or at least, what they partially knew, and to be able to do things they could not, with such ease as well.
Meddling.
Tarathiel had to. He made a promise he had to keep, or the Oracle would be upset with him. He walked a few feet from the creature's body, which was still standing for he few seconds it took the thing to realise it was dead. The sound of its drop alerted many around it, but unfortunately, the enemy was no where in sight.
Another idea poped into Tarathiel's head. Malik deserved a present. He was a strong willed if not ... Somewhat intelligent, and he did have a lot of interesting quirks. Servent of hate who has fallen in love, seemed reather hypocritical to Tarathiel, but hey, there was a law to chaos.
The drow was back on the ship before anyone could even think to search the surounding area for the culprit.
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2005 11:59 am
Tanundra was finally back in his human form. It had taken much longer than expected for his body to re-form, but he supposed it couldn't be helped. Being made out of earth and fire while having advantages was just cumbersome most of the time.
Dressed in his usual green clothes and black hair ribbon, Tanundra paced around the coliseum, waiting. Tarathiel was not late with his promiss, the dragon was just anctious to see his mistress.
If him or someone from his ship didn't turn up soon, he might go look for the boat himself.
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2005 12:04 pm
"Greetings, Earth Fire." Tarathiel said to the pacing man, who he assumed was the dragon he left here. Orko just said that the beast was ready to be picked up. "I am sorry, but we will have to take a less conventional methiod back to the ship." he said calmly, his left hand dripped with some blood, as when he took the collar, the body was still bleeding.
"I'll have my Wizards port us to the ship."
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2005 12:10 pm
Tanundra nodded, he didn't speak much as a human; not unless he was speaking with Meilikki. He wondered breifly about the blood, but didn't ask. It wasn't his concern, and with a drow it could ne anything.
The porting process was quick and almost buisness like, and with the way Tarathiel it certianly did feel like a buisness. He took a quick look around, then gazed a questioning frown the captains way. Where was Meilikki?
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