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Rath, sitting inside the Inn, hearing Rhiannon Scream runs over his chair and bursts the door open giving all heed to the wind, He runs around the city Looking for the source of the yell, having searched everwhere on the north, east, and wouth side of town he starts heading to the west part of town. He holds his daggers already drawn hoping he will not have to use them, but ready to do so if he must

"I will hold my promise...please Rhi...Don't do anything rash on me.."

Rath sliding around the corner of the south west wall comes to a halt seeing Rhiannon at the pillar cring profusely, he sheaths his daggers and leans against the wall keeping his distance and whispers to himself

"That's the typical child..blaming it on everything but the thing that commited the crime..pfft"

He looks away from Rhiannon and the Pillar
"...Why must that man play games with this child so..he will pay for this.."

Rath hits his hand hard on the wall making a loud thump and could have broken his hand. He looks at his daggers at his side.

"Stupid man..i don't wish to kill you, but if you hurt Rhiannon any more this way i swear to it.."

Rath stops speaking and stares at the sky

The cloaked figure watches the girl run away and sighs

He takes a look over his own shoulder quickly then walks away into town. He takes heavy stepps as he dissapears into the shadows due to the black cloak

The waters of Adrons lake stir, a skull emerges from its depth, followed by the rest of the skeletal being, finely made garb hangs losely from the creatures frame, and its burning eyes stare to the column.

' My Lord Drahken '

With unnatural grace the form moves towards trollsbane, walking through the towns gates it oberves the small crowd before it.

Such pitifull creatures.. why do they resist..

A small form charges the Dravish, a large axe in its grip. a dwarf, yes a dward. Blocking the strike with a single hand the lich knocks the small figure sprawling with a feirce strike.

Fools...

Looking about himself, the other cowering creatures beneath his notice Dravish speaks as to himself.

' She is no longer in this town '

Turning, those before him allready forgotten the creature make its way into the undergrowth

The cloaked figure dont stop by night. He carries on all night without sleeping...

"Blasssted girl! Where isss she?!"

He runs around in the forest looking for her until daybrake when he suddently hears someone laughing and quickly stops to listen for more sounds

The cloaked figure spits on the ground and swears

"I'm too late.."


He looks down and walks around still looking

He hadn't meant to be gone for those days, yet it had only been 3 days. Old wounds and the last traces of the venom had sapped his strength, old wounds from Dravish had taken there toll to. Stopping at the house of the druids looking for Cait he had simply found he lacked the will to move again.
Undeniably the rest had been good he felt an old spring in his step and his sword arm fast and fluid again, scarce and ache in his body.
Upon his return to town an ill feeling had lingered one he couldnt shake and suddenly the realisation stopped him dead in his tracks, Gods where is Rhi.
A quick search of town turned up nothing a scan of the wall elluded to a possible murder though.
No she wasn't dead he knew it, he had to believe it. Changeing his plate for light leathers and metal boots for buckskins he left town at a run.

Reaching the edge of the southern forest he stood a moment, purseing his lips and whisteling a strange almost ethereal tune. He stood motionless waiting a time and then he saw the shadow in the sky, a light smile slid along his lips.
Greetings little brother, I need your eyes.
The raven cawed and circled slowly, a flickering message shared betwix the two. Images of the child he sought and his heart felt will to find her.
Sceadwain circled once more before heading south, the man felt a moments gratitude that his tie to Cait and his to her lent him limited ability to enlist this strange watchers service.
He took off at a run no doubt the ravens guess was as fine as his own, simply he had to find her.
Near an hour later much of the south forrest had been covered his hair was plastered back with sweat as he crouched against a tree catching his breath....
If it took a month and he had to walk every inch of the isle he would find her. Not only a responbility but a deep need drove him....
Damnit sunshine, just be safe this time im coming...

Rhiannon curls up amongst the pine needles, still shivering despite the strong drink that rests, half-drunk already, on the rock beside her. The chill air penetrates her cloak, and her bones seem to rattle together with it. SHe sits up blearily and takes another sip from the mug. Funny, she was starting to feel very warm now even though she still shivered, and she was dizzy and fuzzy-headed, too...

Confused without knowing why, she lays down again, the drink hitting her system probably more effectively than its provider had intended; she was after all, on a near-empty stomach and she weighed about the same as an average six year old child.

Rhiannon stretches out on the bed of pine needles, her head beginning to pound in rhythm to her heart. "Ow..." she mumbles blearily, starting to cry in confusion. She feels suddenly very thirsty and reaches for the only nearby drink. Her forearm stretches towards it, a long dark line tracing its way from elbow to wrist in the moonlight. She downs the rest of the cup, trying to make her throat stop burning, but the sensation only increases, and she grips her head crying silently into the forest floor "Ow..."

She quiets down after a few minutes, as her breathing becomes dangerously slow and shallow, her form lying still and faceup on the needles, unconcious.



((No finding her by some miracle, please. This post is just for the atmosphere ))

Night falls over the island and the man loses sight the raven against the black sky. Thankful for the full moon yet forced to slow his pace in poor light regardless. He continues his search,
Hours pass and the night grows cold by the time he stops at a small river to quench a throat parched from dust and excersion. Feeling the icey water hit his empty stomach like a brick he sits a moment and looks to the moon.
Shareing slow words with the moon as he has done since he was young himself, yet this time he speaks not to the moon.

Damn Rhi, where are you this chill is not just the air my home is broken.
I need my sunshine, we need you. You propably havent even realised it but your the first person who took my name on this island. My first....born or no.
If words where wings i would send these and the pages we havent even written yet, words unspoken and smiles yet unearthed.
I have seen a light in you nothing can touch it only the cruelty of our world burry it but for a moment....
You glow in my eyes, remember child you keep the sorrow out, remember I need you as much as i simply wish you with me. Both deeply and currently sorely.
Standing quickly feeling nearly guilty for time wasted indulgeing himself with idle words, he set of at a jog.
He had a daughter to find after all

The cloaked figure walks out of the forest with heavy stepps since he could not find her. He walks down towards the river and throws off the gigantic black cloak revealing his deep blue scales and battlescarred body. He takes off the belt over his shoulder containing various items including a huge scimiltar on his back, a blunt dagger and some strange flasks with different liquids in. He sinks himself down into the water and takes a swim. After a while he gets up, staps the belt around his chest again and covers himself in the black cloak once again. Seemingly only a shadow in the darkness he walks away towards town when he suddently hear footstepps and stands on the place. He shouts..

"Friend or foe?!"

He continues looking around in the darkness trying to see what or whoever is there..

The cloaked figure reaches from within his cloak for his scimiltar and draws it. Its perfectly crafted blade cuts through the air as he swings it and looks around for the one who spoken.

"Show yourssself!"

The voice seems to come from all area's of the undergrowth.

' Stop your search.. '

' Fool.. '

To Gil'drens left thier comes a slight sound, a black arrow embeds itself in the tree beside him.

' Leave.. '

A hollow laughter can be heard, echoing through the tree's to only seem to fade away

The cloaked figure just laughs. He is surprised someone dare to mock with him a night like this and just laughs.

"Dont you dare face me, foe?!"

He looks around and suddently notices a black figure running. He shouts at him and leaps at him with drawn weapon. Even if its not to cut this shady figure, but to scare him.

(( was that pends raven ? in which case shame on you . Just wanted to check before i continued ))

((yes indeed it was o.o))

Rhiannon still stares at the bird, an odd feeling in the pit of her stomach..

-I've never killed anything before... I don't think I like the feeling.. -

She flashes back to her vow to kill Drahken, and again she feels the hatred, the bitter anger, but.. She stares down at the dead raven...

-I can't do this again, it doesn't feel as easy as it's made out to be.. I.. I killed it... How can people do this every day? -

She thinks again about the pain Drahken caused her through Aokan's betrayal, and vows again in her mind to kill him for it, but somehow she knows that her hunt for Drahken will be abandoned, because no matter how angry she is, she can't shake the heavy feeling in her stomach. She doesn't think she can face to kill again, to face that rock in her belly again. At least not yet.

The man grabs her shoulder suddenly and leans down to whisper

" Now we need to leave, Rhiannon.. We're leaving a trail now."

Nodding dimly, Rhiannon tears her eyes away from the bird and begins to gather her things. Her ears, gifted with a small amount of elven blood, prick as she hears footsteps far off in the woods, heading towards her. The man with her apparently hears it, too, for he hands her her half-packed bag and grabs his own, taking her hand and dragging her at a run. Eventually, he simply picks her up and carries her in the opposite direction, not listening to her protests...

"My diary.." her whispered protests go unheeded.

There in the woods, after Rhiannon and her companion are gone, remain an empty mug, the dead bird with an arrow still through it, a bed of pine needles, and a small book with a dark green cover.

He saw the bird spiral from the sky,
He doubled his pace hurtling over stump and brush movement distracted from dread. The bird would only have been circleing one person and no Rhi wouldnt have...
She was in trouble, ten minutes later he approached the clearing and slowed his pace listening intently for anything stiring the woods.
Sure it was clear he stepped into the small grove and cast his eyes about, clearly she had been here, the small imprint still visivle of the bed of pine needles, the mug and the book.
He bent down next to the raven and stroked gently over its head as he tore the arrow free.
I am sorry little brother, your service was never mine to call
He gently placed the birds corpse in his bag, like a fallen comrade just abandoning the dead didnt sit well with him.
His eyes lingered a moment on the scene Rhi wouldnt go with out her diary something was terribly wrong. Stuffing the diary into his bag he stood slowly.
A mixture of frustration, fatigue and worry washed over him, his eye balls burnt in there sockets from dust and lack of sleep.
He lashed out a viciouse kick at the nearest tree and screamed. Laughing nearly hysterically as he saw the birds take flight from the tree's and forrest fall silent again, he silently cursed Aokan, Thalgul, Anither each in turn for every placeing a mark on a spirit he loved.
He took a moment to page through the diary,
Like a blow to the gut he felt his breath stolen, words of choice and the crushing realisation she had left of her own will.
My choice is made, my daughter how did i fail to make you see it ?
Where did we go wrong, that you feel you have to run from me...

Turning around a few times as if the entire situation had made him dizzy he picked a path that seemed lucky and set off trusting fate to lead him to Rhi. Time was short but his legs felt heavy and his heart burdensome....
Damnit it child im coming...