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 Posted: Sat Feb 23, 2008 1:11 am
Cyrith had turned back to her, but regretted the decision. Watching the range of emotions play across her face, he was astounded. When he saw that lecherous grin on her face, he wanted to throw up. That was a look he had never liked to see, on women or men. Then he saw the grin of self-satisfaction. Now he just wanted to scream, or at least run away very, very fast.
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Posted: Sat Feb 23, 2008 9:00 am
"How am I supposed to follow if you ceased to make any noise?" Astraea challenged, continuing forward at a slow but steady clip. After a moment, she could sense something was wrong. Was it tension? No, not tension. Was it irritation? No, no, not that either. What was it? Had he simply run off and the odd feeling she was picking up was the feeling of being alone?
"Haha, very funny. Well, if you're going to disappear like that, the least you could do is leave my spear so I can feel around with it."
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Posted: Sat Feb 23, 2008 11:49 am
"Spear? What spear? I only grabbed you. The spear must have dropped back a whiles. Stay here, and I'll grab it." With that, he rushed back, eager to get away from the Lust of Doom(tm). So, walking back in the same direction that he came from, he searched the ground for the spear. And would have kept walking if he hadn't walked into the spear. How it got there was anyone's answer.
Grabbing, and unlodging it, he carried it back to Astraea, then got a devious idea. Hefting the spear, he judged the weight, and calculated the trajectory. Then he let fly. If she didn't move, the spear should land around her legs, but not on. Hopefully.
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Posted: Sat Feb 23, 2008 1:51 pm
Astraea sighed. Had she not asked to be put down, she wouldn't have realized that her priceless family heirloom and only real weapon had been left behind. If her mother had learned that... She shuddered to even think the consequences. It was forged from a master dwarf smithy, and it was made of a metal so rare that she and her mother had already fended off two particularly greedy dragons seeking to add value to their horde, nevermind the countless common thieves and bandits that tried relieving it from her.
Suddenly, there came a whooshing noise. Her ears picked up on it immediately. It was a projectile of some sort, coming towards her. Pulling out her hunting knife at the same moment as she pivoted and leapt forward, Astraea struck the object with the knife just as it was descending. There was a harsh scrape of metal on metal, and right away, she recognized that oh-so-familiar sound as her spear. The spear landed on the ground with a dull thud.
"Did you just throw my spear at me?!" she accused the human, her face twitching half in fury, half in amusement.
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2008 8:50 am
"Nooooooo." It was all Cyrith could do to keep the smirk off his face. Then he caught what he was doing, and it shocked him to the core. He was making more jokes. Damn. Why did she have this power over him?
"Besides. I wouldn't have hit you if you had just sat there. I think." Last part under his breath. "Anyways, the stupid thing hit me in the head."
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2008 2:20 pm
So it had been, in some sort of sadistic way, a joke. A very sick-minded, cruel joke. Astraea couldn't help but to grin. At least he had good taste in humor. Patting the ground in front of her, she said snidely, "Aw, poor baby. Hit you in the head? Want me to kiss it and make it all better?"
Her hands coming across the slick shaft of her spear, Astraea hefted the heavy object up off of the ground and held it firmly in her hands. There didn't seem to be any damage to the surface, although she would have to examine it later when her eyes.
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2008 3:35 pm
Cyrith shrugged. He didn't want to hurt her intentionally, yet. "Keep your lips to yourself, Devil-woman. I need no sacrifice from your half. Although I probably did more damage to my head than to the spear. Saw the sigil of the smith. Good man, that one."
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2008 5:35 pm
Astraea bristled at "Devil-woman", but she didn't comment. Perking up at his recognition of the smith, she smirked and said, "He most certainly was a good man," emphasizing the past tense.
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2008 6:45 am
Cyrith frowned. The guy was a good man, in more ways than one. Real good man to talk to. "So. What did the old fogey in? Old age? Sworn enemy hell bent on getting his revenge? One of his many daughters finally getting a smart idea and getting out from underneath his hard pressed rule?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2008 8:12 pm
"Ha, his daughters? If dwarves still thought that incest was an okay thing, they'd be throwing dice for his hand in marriage, they loved him so much. As it happens, there was a mix up when my mother ordered this spear to be made, and he gave us some sword or another to us and gave some bloke our masterpiece. When he realized the mistake and gave the weapons to their rightful owners, the people on the other side of the transaction weren't so happy. They thought they gotten swindled, or something like that when they compared the quality of the weapons. They caught him unawares one night, I hear, with the very sword he forged for them. Thus, the poor dwarf's death."
Astraea shook her head in momentary melancholy, but then brightened up and said, "Looking at the bright side of things, now his daughters have someone else to fixate their attention on... in a more healthy manner."
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Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2008 5:59 am
Cyrith chuckled. He really couldn't believe his ears. "Did you just say 'dwarves' and 'healthy fixation' all in one sentence? You have got to be joking me. Look at the old one. His shed was filled tot he top of nothing but weapons. And he knew how to use them all. I'm amazed that he even married, although the fact that the lady-dwarf had a fixation of metals and gems didn't hurt much either."
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Posted: Wed Feb 27, 2008 6:50 pm
"Aw," she fawned, mock adoration oozing from her lips. "You made a joke. How cute. I hope it didn't hurt you as badly as you thought it would." She chuckled, and motioned with her arm opposite of his vocie. "Come on, I want to get going. I can see some light, so I want to get to where ever I'm going before nightfall."
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Posted: Wed Feb 27, 2008 10:12 pm
Cyrith started to think, trying to figure out the joke in what he just said. Nope, everything was a fact. How'd she get a joke out of that. "Well, it all depends. Where ya headed? With you semi-blind, he might not get there very fast."
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2008 12:25 pm
"Well, ultimately, I'm going to find the Emerald Fire and harness it, but that's not going to happen for a while at this rate. Small steps. And step number one, I need to get myself a steed. I was angling towards the hamlet at the base of yonder Frostbitten Mountains. If we start moving now, we may get there before dawn." Astraea shook her head at the thought of that. Dawn: a celestial event she had not clearly seen for a couple months now. And now she'd miss it due to her rotten luck. Har har, the joke was on her.
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2008 3:48 am
Cyrith scratched the back of his head, judging the distance he would need to go. He might be able to make that trip on his own before dark, but being blind would make it much worse, "Well, I don't think you could make it before dark unless some miracle occurred. Let me take you, and we can set up camp later. Maybe your eyes will be healed by then. Or at least be able to take off the bandage. What do you say?"
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