The bleeding elfess in the inn // Die Blutende Elfe im Inn

Shandariel el Lysanthrai · Tue Mar 07, 2006 8:14 am

((This is open rp, everyone may attend //Dies ist offenes rp, jeder kann daran teilnehmen))

A quiet moan of pain can be heard from behind a locked door in the room up the ladder. A pool of blood flows under the door through.

Behind it lays the elfess Shandariel close to death, deep daggerwounds in her body. Her ravenblack hair clotty from her own blood.

Slowly she crawls to the locked door and knocks against it, asking quietly for help

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Ein leises Stöhnen von Schmerzen kann hinter einer verschlossenen Tür im Raum oberhalb der Leiter des Gasthauses gehört werden. Eine Lache aus Blut fliesst langsam unter der Tür hindurch.

Dahinter liegt die Elfe Shandariel im sterben, tiefe Dolchwunden zieren ihren schönen Körper. Ihr rabenschwarzes Haar verklebt vom eigenen Blut.

Langsam kriecht sie zur abgeschlossenen Tür und klopft schwach dagegen, leise um Hilfe rufend.

Avareniah · Post by **Avareniah** » Tue Mar 07, 2006 8:23 am

Avareniah closes the door to the hospital and walks to the road running east and west through Troll's Bane. Looking both ways, her shoulders slump. Sighing softly when she doesn't see the elf her eyes are searching for, she decides to move on to the Druid House alone.
As tired as she is, she walks with gentle footsteps to the inn.
Greetings Nebaar. I think I will go to the Druid House tonight. I would like to buy a journey to the Eldan monastery.
As she turns to leave, her ears perk at a sound from upstairs. Unnatural in the delivery. Pained. She moves to the ladder and taking a few steps up her nose is greeted with a very familiar scent. Metallic. Blood. As she climbs higher, her moss-green eyes set on the pool of blood seeping out from under the door. Dropping the book she runs to the door and tries the handle.
Hello? Can you hear me?

Shandariel el Lysanthrai · Tue Mar 07, 2006 8:29 am

Shandariel raise her head as she hears the voice behind the door. Not knowing if is the one who wounded her or help she takes her last strength to speak. Her usual beautiful and soft voice sounds shaky and weak

H...help...please...help!

She coughs blood up before she drops again unconcious

Avareniah · Post by **Avareniah** » Tue Mar 07, 2006 8:37 am

The voice that drifted through the door, weak and desperate... she knew that voice. Avareniah pushes on the door and yanks hard at the handle, willing it to open. Finding it locked she races back down the stairs and to Nebaar, frantically removing his set of keys from him. There is a continual running thought through her mind as she moves quickly back up the stairs, her long fingers fumbling slightly as she picks out the correctly marked key and places it in the door.
Hang on, I am coming. Do not leave us, I am coming. Oldra please. Shandariel hang on, I am coming. Do not leave us, I am coming. Oldra please.
Noting the placement of the blood and the travelling of the sound from inside, Ava opens the door slowly, hoping only that the elfess isn't blocking it closed.

Shandariel el Lysanthrai · Tue Mar 07, 2006 10:01 am

After Orlo and Avareniah rescued and cared for her Shandariel is sleeping now, having a restless dream

Yridia Anar · Post by **Yridia Anar** » Tue Mar 07, 2006 10:12 am

Yridia was tired from the events of the night and wanted to only buy their journey after TolVanima.
She heard voices and quiet steps --
greetings Nebaar - who is above?
Nebaar tells it that Avareniah upward had, Shandariel lies wounded there.

Yridia goes shortdecided upward - perhaps she can help. But Avareniah already did the necessary. As Avareniah to go guards it must the jerky sleep of the beautiful Priest and sings gentle and quiet songs from its old homeland.

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Yridia war müde von den Ereignissen der Nacht und wollte nur noch ihre Reise nach TolVanima kaufen.
Sie hörte Stimmen und leise Schritte --
Grüße Nebaar - wer ist denn oben ? Nebaar erzählt ihr dass Avareniah nach oben mußte, Shandariel liege verwundet dort.
Yridia geht kurzentschlossen hoch - vielleicht kann sie ja helfen.
Doch Avareniah hat schon das nötige getan.

Als Avareniah gehen muß bewacht sie den unruhigen Schlaf der schönen Priesterin und singt sanfte und leise Lieder aus ihrer alten Heimat.

Gro'bul · Post by **Gro'bul** » Tue Mar 07, 2006 10:59 am

Gilbert notices the commotion in the inn after returning to Trollsbane and finds out what has happend. He had heard Shandariel and another familiar but indistinct male voice in the room above talking earlier that night when he was purchasing some books from Nebaar. He thought they were just having a bit of fun as he had overheard some times before chuckling to himself. He ventures up to the room to invistigate, noticing a smell....then it hit him who was the man Gilbert had overheard Shandariel call "Ceasar" that night. With a low growl he heads out of the inn thinking about what he should do.

Lapiz · Post by **Lapiz** » Tue Mar 07, 2006 11:42 am

The heavy steps of sturdy metal boots can be heard against the wood the floor in the inn is made off. The steps stops, but continues and you can hear the creaking from the wood in the stairs. It takes a little while for the steps to come up from the stairs, and you can hear it take two steps forwards, stopping in front of the closed door. Quietly the handle is pressed downwards and the door opens, revealing a man who obviously don't want to show his face as he is heavilly cloaked in pitchblack cloth, not even his face showing. From within the hood you can hear hissing sounds and the hand who opened the door is retrieved into the cloak, allthough you get a glimpse of red.

He walks over to the chair wich stands alone in the room and watches silently the sleeping elfess..