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Post by Thistle on Feb 12, 2008 21:58:52 GMT -8
Perin rolled her eyes and continued on up the path with out a word. Really, she is quite pathetic. At least I waited until it was convenient to break down with Deekin. Elves are such weak creatures. The halfling sneered as she thought of all the elves she had met over the years. None had been particularly hard to kill, or kind. The only one who had been a little kind had been the leader of the rebel drow group. But then she also took advantage of the geiss placed upon her and send her out to do the dirty work.
After walking for a bit Perin stopped and growled in irritation. "Well, isn't this just absolutely lovely. Our leader is out in shock and she was the one who could sense which direction our prey went. Now what are we supposed to do?"
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Post by Zeffa! on Feb 12, 2008 22:41:12 GMT -8
"We'll go forward until we need to stop for the day, or until we come across some sort of.. civilized place in this irksome wood," replied Magus. "I don't think our thief will have changed it's course, and if he has, Dark will know, assuming she ever regains her senses." He glanced at Perin. She had several traits that were not unlike his own, though she voiced herself where he held his silence. Still, they thought alike. She might have made a good mystic.
"Is she gonna be alright? Did that Ghost cast a spell on her?" Aramil asked Shivelle, glancing at Dark as if she were covered in blood and gore.
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Post by Dark Beauty on Feb 13, 2008 12:21:49 GMT -8
Naburine led Firebird and thanked heaven that she wore the mask she always did. The thoughts going through Magus's head were going through her own at the moment, and she was grinning behind the mask, though she was slightly upset at the fact that Dark was noncommunicative.
Shivelle, biting on her lower lip as she thought until the elf boy talked, looked at Aramil. "I am sure Mistress Dark will be fine." She then turned to look at the blue-haired mage. "Magus, did you notice all those differences in the ghost when he accused Dark of whatever it is that she apparently did? And what was that symbol on his chest that glowed when his attitude changed? Do you know?" She was trying to gather thoughts to see if a theory she was working on was correct.
((For a history of our little visitor, look in the novel board and read chaper 5))
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Post by Zeffa! on Feb 13, 2008 12:40:43 GMT -8
"I've heard that beings who experience great pain can often leave a mark on the world after they die," Magus replied after a bit of thought. "Physical pain, emotional pain, or perhaps a damaging of the soul. It's not common, but not unheard of in places with strong magical presence. Interesting that it would be in the middle of this wood though..."
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Post by Dark Beauty on Feb 13, 2008 12:43:53 GMT -8
"...You don't think it is some kind of binding thing...?" Shivelle sounded hopeful, not ready to accept that Dark might have caused pain to anyone.
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Post by Zeffa! on Feb 13, 2008 13:01:35 GMT -8
"It is possible, I didn't recognize the glyph, though it seemed vaguely familiar," Magus replied, walking with his scythe as he would a walking staff. "But if it was bound, then to what is it tethered?"
The little high elf walked along with his staff, worried about Dark and confused about the whole situation. It seemed there was much more to magic than he'd expected... Maybe Perin had a point.
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Post by Dark Beauty on Feb 13, 2008 17:42:23 GMT -8
Shivelle went back to brooding with a mumbled, "I am still thinking about that..."
Naburine scoffed. She did not care anymore. She wanted to find this thief, whoever or whatever it was, and get over it. ...But, then... why did this ghost come to haunt Dark NOW? "...Do you think the thief of that orb thing that Mistress I-Can't-Fathom-Anything-At-The-Moment made has anything to do with it?"
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Post by Zeffa! on Feb 17, 2008 20:47:27 GMT -8
Magus quickly grew annoyed with these questions that he could not answer. One thing that the mage never possessed much of was patience, and the little amount he had was spread thin amongst this rabble. He played with the idea of sending a bolt of lightning at the next one who asked him something stupid, which returned a dark grin to his face.
Aramil stared up at the tall trees as they continued walking forward. They seemed to be growing taller and taller as they went on, like thousands of arms bursting from the earth, reaching to grab the sun from the sky. It almost looked as if they were extending as he watched, though it was just his imagination. "The trees are gonna block out the sun if we go deeper into the forest. We won't be able to see a thing when darkness falls..." He closed his eyes, practicing a dancing lights spell, feeling a little warmth ebb out of him as several glowing colorful orbs danced around the head of hs staff, playfully bobbing up and down in the air like moths to a flame.
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Post by Dark Beauty on May 19, 2008 11:42:04 GMT -8
Naburine looked at the kid with a strange sense of pride. She'd always liked Aramil... and seeing him work with magic made her proud of him. "Well, we can use your lights there until Dark wakes up." Her voice was only slightly irritated when she referenced the elf-woman, but she was feeling slightly better, now that Aramil was talking and playing.
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Post by darknthistle on May 19, 2008 11:51:28 GMT -8
The day wore on... and the bickering was nulled after a few moments more.
For the most part, they traveled in silence through the forest, each member of the party wondering what had happened and when Dark was going to wake up.
A couple hours later, Dark spoke. "...I'm sorry... I really am so sorry..." There was a bit more life to her eyes, but they were still distant. It was hard to discern whether or not she was talking to some illusion of her own or to them... until she looked with her haunted blue eyes directly at Shivelle. "We're going in the right direction... and I will explain when we rest... I promise..." And then she was quiet again.
For the rest of the day, the sorceress only pointed if they needed to go a slightly different path. The forest, which was extremely expansive, was still shadowing them as the sun began to set.
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Post by Zeffa! on May 20, 2008 10:05:19 GMT -8
As if it weren't hard enough to see in these woods in broad daylight, now with the advent of the setting sun things became even worse, and Aramil's light spell seemed to be fading after an hour or two. Magus, homicidal urges again calmed, suggested that they break for camp. A few pieces of firewood wouldn't be tough to find in this overgrown courtyard. He ventured a hundred paces from the campsite to fetch some dry wood, peering about at the trees. This place was very old, there likely were some very powerful spirits here.
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Post by Dark Beauty on May 21, 2008 6:42:27 GMT -8
Shivelle was sniffing the air all the time now. Though she was not in her full vampire form, her senses were still much more keen than the others. It was easier to resist the call of her companions' blood since she had fed earlier that morning, and thus she could focus on what other things there were out in the forest. No other spirits had bothered them, and she could not sense any more thus far... but she was still wary.
Naburine pulled Firebird to a stop when Magus began to walk away, pulling out the tents from Firebird's saddlebags. The stallion looked very relieved of the weight, though he snorted and reared his head up as if to inform them of the elf woman still sitting upon his back. Naburine chuckled. "Shivelle, could I get your help with the spirit-stalked lady?"
Shivelle, taking one last whif of the air and deciding it was okay, walked over to the stallion and prepared to get the woman off of Firebird's back. Before she could, however, the elf stopped her with the raising of her hand. "Don't bother, Shivelle. I can do it myself." With a movement so graceful that only an elf could pull it off, Dark jumped from the horse's back - though it looked like she floated. The woman walked to the horse's front and stroked his sleek black nose. "I am terribly sorry, Firebird. It shant happen again."
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Post by Zeffa! on May 22, 2008 9:44:51 GMT -8
"Feeling better?" Aramil asked Dark while moving to a large tree, sitting under it a tired fashion. It'd been a nother long day of walking, and his legs were just not used to it. Sprinting and running, yes, but long-distance walking took it's toll on his formerly boundless energy.
Perin had been quiet for a disturbingly long time now. Likely still dwelling on Deekin. Another glance made it's way to Shivelle and Naburine. They were both very strong girls, it didn't look like all this travel bothered them at all. Naburine even kept on making jokes and wisecracks, and, though he couldn't really be sure due to her mask, likely smirked and smiled alot despite the wearying pace they moved at. This would be alot more tolerable if he could learn to float like Magus did sometimes.
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Post by Dark Beauty on May 23, 2008 6:50:31 GMT -8
Dark tried to smile reassuringly, but it only was faint. "Yes, I am. It will probably take a while for me to fully recover... and there are a lot of things still on my mind. But I am not a vegetable any more." She laughed once - a self-mocking sort of sound.
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Post by Zeffa! on May 25, 2008 9:27:33 GMT -8
Though he'd never been in thisparticular forest, it did seem somewhat familiar. At least, the type of trees and forests looked similar to him. The small elf peered up at the ajestic goliaths standing upright, following them as far as he could before the branches made it impossible. Of course it's a little different, it's a little more cloistered here than it was in those woods back then. But over there's about where Olie killed that scruffy guy.. and there's where I stabbed him. Aramil frowned for a moment, looking at his hand. He'd never stabbed anyone before. But.. he could feel the steel in his hand again as if it were still there, and he remembered the sensation of the fat man's blood warming his hand on that cold night, how watery his blood was. Aramil stared at his hand.
Magus returned shortly, several appropriately sized logs in his hand, looking as if they'd been cut to size and not broken that way.
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