Caitlin rannte durch die Stadt so schnell ihre Füße sie tragen konnten. Ihr Vorhaben und die Sorge um eine geliebte Person trieben sie immer schneller voran, selbst als sie beinahe einen Zwergen um den Haufen rannte.
„He, He!“, brummte der Zwerg ihr nach. „Du rennst ja als wären Moshrans Dämonen höchstpersönlich hinter dir her, Mädchen.“. Doch Caitlin antwortete nicht, noch drehte sie sich um. Sie rannte einfach weiter, bis sie völlig außer Atem das Haus der Druiden erreichte.
Rasch zog sie ihren Schlüssel hervor und steckte ihn in das Schlüsselloch, doch grade als sie ihn umdrehen wollte, hielt sie inne.
Sie wendete sich langsam dem Wald zu und richtete ihr Augenmerk auf eine ganze bestimmte Pflanze die dort nahe an einer der Tannen wuchs. „Bring dich nicht selbst in Gefahr. Das erlaube ich nicht“, erinnerte sie sich an das was Moskher sagte.
Sie lächelte sanft und drehte nun endlich den Schlüssel um und trat durch die Tür. Sie hatte noch einiges vorzubereiten.
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Caitlin ran through town as fast as her feet could carry her. Her plan and the worry about a dear friend let her run more fast, though she nearly clashed with a dwarf.
“He, he!”, the dwarf grumbled. “You are running like Moshrans demons are right after you, lass.” But Caitlin neither answered, nor she turned. She just ran ahead, until she arrived the house of the druids. Totally out of breath she took her key and put it into the keyhole… but stopped.
She slowly looked to the forest and directed her attention to a special plant that was growing next to one of the fir trees.
“Don't risk yourself. I won't allow it.”, she remembered Moskher saying. Caitlin smiled softly and finally turned the key. She has a lot to prepare.
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Moskher Heszche
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Above the library the moon sends down beams of pure and beautiful white, which refract and focus down through the windows, and illuminate the corner, even in the night. There, in the moonlit corner, lies a pile of old tomes, each heavier than the next. Sitting among them, studying deligently, is the small man known as Moskher.
Once again his studies are interrupted by thoughts of the outside world, where he knew Caitlin was plotting something--something dangerous that would send them both on their way to the afterlife.
He sneers, "I don't trust her to keep her word. I'm going to have to keep my eye on her."
Once again his studies are interrupted by thoughts of the outside world, where he knew Caitlin was plotting something--something dangerous that would send them both on their way to the afterlife.
He sneers, "I don't trust her to keep her word. I'm going to have to keep my eye on her."
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Pendar
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The metal of Pendars boots tapped a durge on the street cobbels as he walked slowly to his rest. Sticking to the shadows and coveting his solitude he walked alone with his thoughts.
Seemed that he would not so easily be able to keep his head in the sand and the secrets and fears he had so dilegently cast from his mind were now returning to roost firmly in his lap.
his words from earlier echoed in his mind
I dont know how i will manage it, but i will see you safe then if thats your choice
Smiling ruefully he exclaimed to the night air, "Seems my boast of being the luckiest man on the island is going to be tested"
Turning to head for his bed a laugh bubbels from his throat "and some smiles worth taking a risk for"
Seemed that he would not so easily be able to keep his head in the sand and the secrets and fears he had so dilegently cast from his mind were now returning to roost firmly in his lap.
his words from earlier echoed in his mind
I dont know how i will manage it, but i will see you safe then if thats your choice
Smiling ruefully he exclaimed to the night air, "Seems my boast of being the luckiest man on the island is going to be tested"
Turning to head for his bed a laugh bubbels from his throat "and some smiles worth taking a risk for"
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Caitlin Fergus
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Caitlin blickte lange auf das letzte Stück des schwarzen Metalls in ihren Händen. Der letzte Überrest von Darloks Rüstung.
Die restlichen Teile hatte Ysgar, ihre Rabenkrähe, für sie aufs Meer hinausgetragen um sie dort in Tanoras Wellen zu versenken. Jedes einzelne Stück an einer anderen Küste. In alle Himmelsrichtungen.
Sie wendete das Metallstück in ihren Händen und ihre Gedanken schweiften ab, was man daraus wohl nützliches machen könnte...
vielleicht...
Das protestierende Krächzen Ysgars riss sie aus die Gedanken.
"Du hast Recht", murmelte sie. "Danke Ysgar".
Sie holte aus und warf das letzte Stück mit aller Kraft hinaus.
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Caitlin looked long at the last piece of the black metal in her hands. The last remains of Darloks armour.
The other pieces have been thrown into the sea by Ysgar, her carrion crow, to let them sink into Tanoras waves. Every single of it at another coast. In all directions.
She turned the metal in her hand and thought about how it could be used profitably…
maybe…
A protesting caw from Ysgar brought her thoughts back.
“You are right”, she whispered. “Thank you, Ysgar…”
She striked out and threw the last piece with all her strength into the sea.
Die restlichen Teile hatte Ysgar, ihre Rabenkrähe, für sie aufs Meer hinausgetragen um sie dort in Tanoras Wellen zu versenken. Jedes einzelne Stück an einer anderen Küste. In alle Himmelsrichtungen.
Sie wendete das Metallstück in ihren Händen und ihre Gedanken schweiften ab, was man daraus wohl nützliches machen könnte...
vielleicht...
Das protestierende Krächzen Ysgars riss sie aus die Gedanken.
"Du hast Recht", murmelte sie. "Danke Ysgar".
Sie holte aus und warf das letzte Stück mit aller Kraft hinaus.
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Caitlin looked long at the last piece of the black metal in her hands. The last remains of Darloks armour.
The other pieces have been thrown into the sea by Ysgar, her carrion crow, to let them sink into Tanoras waves. Every single of it at another coast. In all directions.
She turned the metal in her hand and thought about how it could be used profitably…
maybe…
A protesting caw from Ysgar brought her thoughts back.
“You are right”, she whispered. “Thank you, Ysgar…”
She striked out and threw the last piece with all her strength into the sea.
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Caitlin Fergus
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Caitlin lehnte ihren Kopf gegen die Tür unter der Burg. Neben ihr waren Wachen der Grauen Rose. Beide waren sie nicht grade gesprächig, aber das kam Caitlin nur recht. Ihr war sowieso nicht nach reden zumute.
Von dem Raum hinter der Tür an der sie lehnte drang ein Weinen und rufen. Es war Aristeaus der mit sich selbst kämpfte.
Nun wo die Rüstung zerstört war, fiel auch die Macht langsam von ihm ab die ihn so sehr beeinfusst hatte.
Es musste sich schrecklich anfühlen.
Caitlin fühlte sich erleichtert und doch gleichzeitig sehr verletzt. Es tat ihr leid, dass sie Aristeaus so in den Rücken gefallen war,... aber es war notwendig. Sie bereute es nicht, denn sie wusste, er würde es verstehen sobald er wieder klar denken konnte.
Trotzdem schmerzten seine Worte sie tief, auch wenn sie es sich nicht anmerken lies.
In einem Moment der Klarheit bat er sie, den Raum zu verlassen... er müsse das mit sich selbst ausmachen.
Sie ging raus, blieb aber vor der Tür und würde auch die ganzen Nacht nicht von dieser weichen...
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Caitlin leaned her head against the door under the castle. Next to her stood some guards of the Grey Rose. Both weren't very talkaktive, but that was very alright for her. She didn't want to talk anyway.
From the room behind the door she heard someone crying. It was Aristeaus, who fighted with himself.
Now, where the armour was destroyed, it's might slowly let off of him as well.
It must feel terrible.
Caitlin felt relieved, though very hurted. She felt sorry for stabbed Aristeaus in back, but it was necessary. And she didn't regret it, because she knew, that he would understand as soon as he could think clear again.
Nontheless his words hurted her deeply, though she didn't let it show.
She left the room as he asked her for doing that... he said, he would have to deal with it himself.
She stood in front of the door now... and she would wait there the whole night long...
Von dem Raum hinter der Tür an der sie lehnte drang ein Weinen und rufen. Es war Aristeaus der mit sich selbst kämpfte.
Nun wo die Rüstung zerstört war, fiel auch die Macht langsam von ihm ab die ihn so sehr beeinfusst hatte.
Es musste sich schrecklich anfühlen.
Caitlin fühlte sich erleichtert und doch gleichzeitig sehr verletzt. Es tat ihr leid, dass sie Aristeaus so in den Rücken gefallen war,... aber es war notwendig. Sie bereute es nicht, denn sie wusste, er würde es verstehen sobald er wieder klar denken konnte.
Trotzdem schmerzten seine Worte sie tief, auch wenn sie es sich nicht anmerken lies.
In einem Moment der Klarheit bat er sie, den Raum zu verlassen... er müsse das mit sich selbst ausmachen.
Sie ging raus, blieb aber vor der Tür und würde auch die ganzen Nacht nicht von dieser weichen...
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Caitlin leaned her head against the door under the castle. Next to her stood some guards of the Grey Rose. Both weren't very talkaktive, but that was very alright for her. She didn't want to talk anyway.
From the room behind the door she heard someone crying. It was Aristeaus, who fighted with himself.
Now, where the armour was destroyed, it's might slowly let off of him as well.
It must feel terrible.
Caitlin felt relieved, though very hurted. She felt sorry for stabbed Aristeaus in back, but it was necessary. And she didn't regret it, because she knew, that he would understand as soon as he could think clear again.
Nontheless his words hurted her deeply, though she didn't let it show.
She left the room as he asked her for doing that... he said, he would have to deal with it himself.
She stood in front of the door now... and she would wait there the whole night long...
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John Irenicus
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John hatte gegrinst, als Aristeaus vor seinen Füßen zusammengebrochen war, betäubt durch das Schlafmittel von Caitlin, welches in eine besondere Flasche Wein gemischt gewesen war. Es war ein Grinsen des Erfolgs gewesen, ein Grinsen, das die Anspannung aus ihm heraus ließ, aber kein triumphierendes Grinsen, denn gefallen hatte ihm diese Aktion nur wenig. Er hatte erkannt, nach dem was Caitlin ihm berichtet hatte, wie wichtig es sei, aber es war nicht seine bevorzugte Vorgehensweise durch eine Täuschung seine Ziele zu erreichen. Die Alternative wäre gewesen, Blut zu vergießen und die Rüstung gewaltsam zu entfernen, eine noch schlechtere Lösung, wie er jetzt fand, somit war der Akt gerechtfertigt gewesen. Er hatte diese Sache auf keinen Fall ignorieren können.
Nun, da er am Abend im Bette lag, einen Blick auf die schlafende Gwynnether werfend, musste er an die Rüstung denken. Er hatte sie halten wollen, er hatte sie anlegen wollen. "Darloks Rüstung, so etwas hält man nicht alle Tage in den Händen!", hatte er gesagt, doch das entsprach nicht der Wahrheit. Sie hatte nach ihm gerufen, so wie sie es zweifellos auch mit Aristeaus getan hatte, und auch er wäre wohl ihrem Ruf gefolgt.
Er schlief sehr unruhig diese Nacht, sein Glaube war noch nicht gefestigt genug.
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John had grinned as Aristeaus fell to his feet, dazed by the potion of Caitlin. It was no grin of success, it was a grin which took all the exertion from him, but it was no grin of triumpf, he had not liked the procedure. He had accepted it after what Caitin had told him, but he didn't like to reach his goals with deception. The alternative would have been to shed blood, so Caitlins way to do it was the better one. He couldn't just ignore this incident though.
Laying in bed in the evening, glancing at the sleeping Gwynnether, he though of the armor again. He did want to hold it, he did want to use it. "It is Darloks armor, you don't see something like that often.", he has said, but it was not the truth. It had called for him, like it must have called for Aristeaus, an he would have followed the call too.
He slept agitated that night, his faith wasn't strong enough yet.
Nun, da er am Abend im Bette lag, einen Blick auf die schlafende Gwynnether werfend, musste er an die Rüstung denken. Er hatte sie halten wollen, er hatte sie anlegen wollen. "Darloks Rüstung, so etwas hält man nicht alle Tage in den Händen!", hatte er gesagt, doch das entsprach nicht der Wahrheit. Sie hatte nach ihm gerufen, so wie sie es zweifellos auch mit Aristeaus getan hatte, und auch er wäre wohl ihrem Ruf gefolgt.
Er schlief sehr unruhig diese Nacht, sein Glaube war noch nicht gefestigt genug.
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John had grinned as Aristeaus fell to his feet, dazed by the potion of Caitlin. It was no grin of success, it was a grin which took all the exertion from him, but it was no grin of triumpf, he had not liked the procedure. He had accepted it after what Caitin had told him, but he didn't like to reach his goals with deception. The alternative would have been to shed blood, so Caitlins way to do it was the better one. He couldn't just ignore this incident though.
Laying in bed in the evening, glancing at the sleeping Gwynnether, he though of the armor again. He did want to hold it, he did want to use it. "It is Darloks armor, you don't see something like that often.", he has said, but it was not the truth. It had called for him, like it must have called for Aristeaus, an he would have followed the call too.
He slept agitated that night, his faith wasn't strong enough yet.
It had been serveral days now since Arist had been taken into grey rose castle. Athian knew it was for his own good, in fact he'd been the one who'd spoken to Caitlin about it, though he'd not expected her to move so soon. in any case he was glad that she had been sucessful in saving Aristeaus and destroying the armor that had possessed his brother. though he himself had guessed that the temptation of the armor would have been to much for him.
He;d been selfish though, allowing Arist to keep the armor. knwoing well that he could not even get near it himself. There were some days when he could hardly control the blazing spirit that resided in him. eing in contact with that armor would have pushed him over the edge of sanity. So he'd let Arist keep it instead. indeed a verey selfish thing to do. He stood outside of Grey rose castle for a long time. just thinking about this fact, wondering if he should go in, then had turned on his heel and stalked off across the bridge, he wouold wait at least until he'd spoken with Caitlin before going to check on his brother. and of course someone would have to inform his wife. sooner or later.
He;d been selfish though, allowing Arist to keep the armor. knwoing well that he could not even get near it himself. There were some days when he could hardly control the blazing spirit that resided in him. eing in contact with that armor would have pushed him over the edge of sanity. So he'd let Arist keep it instead. indeed a verey selfish thing to do. He stood outside of Grey rose castle for a long time. just thinking about this fact, wondering if he should go in, then had turned on his heel and stalked off across the bridge, he wouold wait at least until he'd spoken with Caitlin before going to check on his brother. and of course someone would have to inform his wife. sooner or later.
Aristeaus sits within the cell, across his shoulders lays the cloak gifted to him by the man Moskher, Gold of colour and fine of wear the cloak does not complement the unshaven man with the dark rings surrounding his eyes.
Stareing vacantly to the empty fireplace before him, thoughts run through the mans mind.. thoughts of conquest and the means of which to acheive it, but also with these thoughts lay conflicting views which the man can not understand.
Betrayed...
Fools.....
For his own good....
Lies....
The truth...
Betrayed.......
The man stands with a snarl breaking across his lips and starts to pace slowly around the small table...
Stareing vacantly to the empty fireplace before him, thoughts run through the mans mind.. thoughts of conquest and the means of which to acheive it, but also with these thoughts lay conflicting views which the man can not understand.
Betrayed...
Fools.....
For his own good....
Lies....
The truth...
Betrayed.......
The man stands with a snarl breaking across his lips and starts to pace slowly around the small table...
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Caitlin Fergus
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She looked after Aristeaus and again some tears ran down her cheeks. But this time, it was joy that caused them.
She couldn't pretend any longer to be cold. She couldn't pretend that she wouldn't care about him. Because that wasn't true. And never have been.
It was just that she felt so deeply hurted, after all that happend, so that she showed her back.
But that ended today. She couldn't help it and today she talked everything off her chest. And it felt so good. Her Aristeaus was back. Like she was used to know him... with his smile and his look.
Soon both were able again to laugh and joke together... and the first time since a long while now, both leaved each other with the feeling that they found together again.
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Sie blickte Aristeaus nach und wieder einmal rannen Tränen über ihren Wangen. Doch dieses mal aus Freude.
Sie konnte nicht mehr länger Kälte vortäuschen. Sie konnte nicht mehr länger so tun als wäre er ihr egal. Denn das war er nicht. Und nie gewesen.
Aber hätte sie tun sollen? Caitlin fühlte sich so schwer von ihm verletzt, nach all dem was passierte, dass sie sich zurück zog.
Allerdings hatte dies heute ein Ende. Sie konnte sich nicht mehr länger zusammenreissen und in einem Moment wo sie alleine waren, redete sie sich endlich alles von der Seele. Und es tat so unsagbar gut.
Ihr Aristeaus war zurück. So wie sie ihn kannte... mit seinem Lächeln, mit seiner Art, mit seinem Blick.
Schon bald konnten beide endlich wieder Lachen und scherzen und das erste mal seit langem trennten sich beide mit dem Gefühl, endlich wieder zueinander gefunden zu haben.
She couldn't pretend any longer to be cold. She couldn't pretend that she wouldn't care about him. Because that wasn't true. And never have been.
It was just that she felt so deeply hurted, after all that happend, so that she showed her back.
But that ended today. She couldn't help it and today she talked everything off her chest. And it felt so good. Her Aristeaus was back. Like she was used to know him... with his smile and his look.
Soon both were able again to laugh and joke together... and the first time since a long while now, both leaved each other with the feeling that they found together again.
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Sie blickte Aristeaus nach und wieder einmal rannen Tränen über ihren Wangen. Doch dieses mal aus Freude.
Sie konnte nicht mehr länger Kälte vortäuschen. Sie konnte nicht mehr länger so tun als wäre er ihr egal. Denn das war er nicht. Und nie gewesen.
Aber hätte sie tun sollen? Caitlin fühlte sich so schwer von ihm verletzt, nach all dem was passierte, dass sie sich zurück zog.
Allerdings hatte dies heute ein Ende. Sie konnte sich nicht mehr länger zusammenreissen und in einem Moment wo sie alleine waren, redete sie sich endlich alles von der Seele. Und es tat so unsagbar gut.
Ihr Aristeaus war zurück. So wie sie ihn kannte... mit seinem Lächeln, mit seiner Art, mit seinem Blick.
Schon bald konnten beide endlich wieder Lachen und scherzen und das erste mal seit langem trennten sich beide mit dem Gefühl, endlich wieder zueinander gefunden zu haben.
Aristeaus leaves the seahorse inn and starts his way back to the north to see the lady he loves. His head clear for the first time in many nights, and his soul as pure as a man of his type could be.
Much damage he had caused, friendships ruined, trusts broken. But all these things could be fixed with time. This night for the first time since his memory serves him, he had shared a drink with good company and laughed about things other than business. The only thing which could have made this night perfect, the company of his wife. So this was where the man now heads. He heads home, to share his thoughts with his family and to share the love in which he finds himself needing.
John and Caitlin, firstly he thought they betrayed him, but now things are more clear and he can see thier reasons. Revenge had allready been wought against the Lady Fergus, all that was left was to have his revenge against the captain of trollsbane's gaurd. And he had a feeling this justice would come soon.
Much damage he had caused, friendships ruined, trusts broken. But all these things could be fixed with time. This night for the first time since his memory serves him, he had shared a drink with good company and laughed about things other than business. The only thing which could have made this night perfect, the company of his wife. So this was where the man now heads. He heads home, to share his thoughts with his family and to share the love in which he finds himself needing.
John and Caitlin, firstly he thought they betrayed him, but now things are more clear and he can see thier reasons. Revenge had allready been wought against the Lady Fergus, all that was left was to have his revenge against the captain of trollsbane's gaurd. And he had a feeling this justice would come soon.
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Pendar
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Pendar sat a top the sea horse now alone as dawn began to trace lines on the horizion. His thoughts didnt weigh on his mind for a change and instead he found a smile for his presleep museings. It had all come a full circle the man who had once inspired him to such a degree.That he stuck his hand in a hornets nest and discovered the damned armour seemed restored to his former self. There was little darkness to be seen around him, and Pendar knew he had a nose for such things.
The armour it self which had thrown him in path of such men as Damian Connely and the lizard salesh now destoryed.
The circle had ended it self neatly as he had kept company with Aristeaus tonight and felt a similar sense of intrigue and admiration he had expierenced at there first meeting. Words he had once spoken to arist came back to him,just for the sake of my sanity conciounse and soul,,,you be the man everyone believes
At least for now it seemed there was a good chance arist was the man people believed him to be.To Pendar it seemed his past actions that may yet haunt him for now seemed worth the blood and sweat.
He rubbed his shoulder and winced a little, Gods but the man hit like an orc.
Pulling an apple from his pocket, he couldnt help noticeing the way the black stone ring on his finger seemed to drink the light. A smile touched his lips as he thought of the engraveing on it's inside "to the luckyest man on the island".
He turns and heads for bed, speaking to the morning air as has become his custom and wondering if words can find dreams. Thats second luckyest m'lady but forgive me my loneliness.
The armour it self which had thrown him in path of such men as Damian Connely and the lizard salesh now destoryed.
The circle had ended it self neatly as he had kept company with Aristeaus tonight and felt a similar sense of intrigue and admiration he had expierenced at there first meeting. Words he had once spoken to arist came back to him,just for the sake of my sanity conciounse and soul,,,you be the man everyone believes
At least for now it seemed there was a good chance arist was the man people believed him to be.To Pendar it seemed his past actions that may yet haunt him for now seemed worth the blood and sweat.
He rubbed his shoulder and winced a little, Gods but the man hit like an orc.
Pulling an apple from his pocket, he couldnt help noticeing the way the black stone ring on his finger seemed to drink the light. A smile touched his lips as he thought of the engraveing on it's inside "to the luckyest man on the island".
He turns and heads for bed, speaking to the morning air as has become his custom and wondering if words can find dreams. Thats second luckyest m'lady but forgive me my loneliness.