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January 14, 2005

Roleplay Session of The Masquerade

Summary: All the Fey are dressed in beautiful costumes, but there's one lurking danger-- The Moon Court uses this opportunity to sneak into the Sun Court's territory, and they take off with one of the Kithain's children!

January 31, 2005

Roleplaying session: The Rescue Plan

Summary: Cervus calls the Fey together to come up with a plan to rescue Winny from the Moon Court before it is too late. Muris volunteers to take point position for the team.

February 22, 2005

Roleplaying session- The Scouting Mission

Plot: Alces and Muris set out to rescue Whinny, but their plans go awry when they fall in with a catlike and a spiderlike Moon Court Fey. Alces manages to get away, wounding the spider woman, but Muris is captured and taken for questioning.

May 14, 2005

Rp session from page 9-12 of the Prisoner Thread

Summary: Muris is finally released from the clutches of the Moon Court...

Journal Entry:

Muris will not be posting for a short time. She has not yet recovered from her time in the Dungeons of Castellum Umbra. I must say that I am very angry about what happened to my dear fey. From what I gather, she was tortured in more ways than one.

I have tried to assure her that Alces is indeed alive, but she seems less than accepting of this idea. I had known she was grown quite close to him, but I had not realized just how close they had become.

I shall have to set out to locate the dear elk soon, or I am afraid that it will make this healing only more difficult, especially when she comes to terms with his death only to find that he is still alive.

January 10, 2006

Roleplay session in pages 7-? of the Stables thread

Summary: Filix and Muris meet up again, and the former offers to lend a comforting presence and a bit of company to the troubled little mouse.

She swung the sword about in semi-graceful arcs over the grass...just barely missing her own head. Yes, she'd need quite a bit more practice before she really got the hang of this whole fighting thing. Still, it was something. She felt a little better now that it seemed she'd be able to defend herself against those who had harmed her and frightened her so much.

Well, she did always have the bow. She'd been practicing that for a while now, and had some talent with it. She set the sword back at her side, pulling out instead the bow she had been using for practice purposes. She was in the wrong section of the yard for bow and arrow practice, but it didn't really matter. She could find the arrow easily enough even so.

She ran her fingers over the sturdy wood. This had been the first one that had turned out so well, and she was rather proud of it. Her other projects were not quite so advanced, but she was working on them. Most of her blacksmithing abilities had improved a hundredfold when she had acquired the masterwork tools of the trade.

Gently, she pulled the string back, fitting an arrow to it. The arrows could definitely use some work, but first she must find a bird whose feathers suited her needs properly. Perhaps she could talk with Ardea-- he knew a lot about something very close to everything. Maybe he would know which sort of feathers would help an arrow fly best.

Loosing the arrow, she watched it soar high through the air. A graceful arc, but not what she would have hoped. It went far...too far, in fact, and she saw it burying itself into the forest. Sighing, she trotted after it. She had not quite located a steady source of wood that she was certain would not inhibit the wildlife any, and so tended to save her arrows as much as possible in order to preserve what she already had.

She'd have to ask the King about acquiring some wooden blocks with which to practice. She already had metal for her forging from the horses' need for shoes, but wood was not so plentiful.

A few prickly branches scraped at her arms, but she ignored them. She knew they were not poisonous, as she'd been scraped by them many times before in her forays to help some injured animal or the other.

A flash of fur caught her eye, and she forgot the arrow. The fur became a bit more of an apparent figure quickly, and she just about kept running. A badger, of all things, and he was caught in a trap of some sort. Badgers had naturally unpleasant dispositions, and she was inclined to believe that one trapped would probably not be any more pleasant than one free. Perhaps less pleasant, at that.

She approached the badger carefully, watching it for signs of anything else. There could be other traps, of course, and there could be other injuries, or even poison of some sort in the badger's system. He was thrashing about a bit, but seemed to quiet just a little when she came nearer.

"Shhhh..." she said softly, reaching out with whatever power was imbued in her to work with the animal. "It's okay...I'll help you out of here.."

She knew that she had some small gift with creatures, but a badger..well, was still a badger. He glared rather angrily at her, but didn't move around quite so much, and she crept closer still,
"I wonder how you got yourself so tangled up in that trap? Didn't you see it? I suppose not, if you're stuck. Silly question for me to ask."

Somehow, she felt easier talking to animals than to people.

He seemed quite angry, and moved about in an unhappy fashion, but did not try to injure her as she went about removing the trap from his leg. Just as she managed to free him, stormclouds gathered in the sky, and she sighed.

Of course, it would choose just now to rain.

"Well, if you'll come with me," she said, though she was vaguely aware of the idiocy of talking to an animal,
"I'll be happy to try to mend your wound. If I can't do it, I'm sure I could talk with Ursa and see what she recommends."

The badger seemed generally nonplussed, but willing enough to follow her. Assuming he was indeed agreeing to come along and be treated, she headed back towards the stables, forgetting all about her arrow.