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Into the night
Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2006 3:52 am
by Pardischar Wolfen
The events of this day should remain in his memory for much longer as he would want to.
It was simply a horrible day, something he would love to completely erase out of his mind, but finds himself unable to do.
The first fights inside the town of Trollsbane were completely uninteresting to him, he does not care who is leading whom as long they don’t bother him with.
But returning to Trollsbane after he helped to evacuate some civilians made this day turn into the worst he has gone through in a long time.
First of all he had to find Meriel injured, only barely escaping with her and someone called “Baurus” into the seeming safety of Varshikar.
Once there he could not stop the two from returning to Trollsbane, although he tried everything he could to convince not only Meriel but Baurus too.
Even with all odds against them, a unconscious Meriel on their backs, they somehow did it back to the town where the whole mess begun.
They brought the injured elf women into the hospital, and everything looked fine for a little precious moment.
He could even find the rest he needed badly in the upper story of the hospital.
The sounds of voices woke him up again. One was Meriels … the other belonged to the so called Governeur Stephen Rothman.
Jumping into his clothes he rushed downstairs, just to find Stephen ripping apart the clothes of Meriel.
‘He is going to rape her!’, was the single though that shot through his mind in this very moment.
But now he is there, and outside others already gathered attracted by the sounds from inside.
He confronted the self proclaimed Governeur and told him to tell what he saw to the public.
The strikes of Rothmans weapons came swiftly and knocked the unarmed man out at once.
'What a men have you picked to lead you, Trollsbane?', was the question that stayed in his head till he blacked out.
As he awoke again, he saw Baurus fighting with Rothman, the again unconscious Meriel only lying a little bit from him on the floor.
Hastily he picked her up and fled into the night.
Travelling through a portal they reach again something he believed could be a safe heaven for them … Tol Vanima.
He found a bed for Meriel and placed her inside, hoping this could be the end of a night of never ending troubles.
He took care of her wounds and made sure she is alright … when everything slipped again his fingers.
Unknown people right out of the nothing appeared at the doors, making their way inside to the helpless Meriel.
They claimed to be of help and Medicos, but it was clear at the first sight for him that these guys mean no good.
If not only Meriel would have asked him to leave them be, he would have thrown them out into the cold night for whatever should happen to them.
He realized there was nothing left to do, and nothing left for him to decide in this moment.
He simply left them behind.
He left them all behind and walked outside into the rain.
Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2006 8:07 am
by Meriel Pelith
As Meriel woke up the next day, it took her some moments to remember where she was. Tol Vanima.
The pain in her side helped her to recall the happenings of the day before. A slight frown crossed her gaze.
If it weren't for Pardischar and Baurus she would have been dead by now. They had picked her up when the lizard took her down and brought her to Varshikar to treat her wounds. Only her own foolishness made the whole situation worse as she insisted to get back to Trolls Bane. Her head hurted as she tried to remember and she trembled slightly at the thought of Stephen. What has happened to him? Did he grew completely insane?
First taking over Silverbrand and then trying to kidnap Meriel to force Galthran to surrender.
She had felt that Negros minions were coming. The blackstone in her chest was pounding, hurting. Like she could have felt every of their steps. And as bad as the situation was - but their attack saved her. Stephen had to let go of Meriel and Baurus was able to take her away to Varshikar.
And then when he later showed up in the hospital...
... Meriel sighed and groaned in the very next moment due to the wound. She would have to recover soon. Gain her strength back. What has happened yesterday, was only the beginning...
Her brown eyes wandered around in the room...
"Will he come back to see me?", she thought.
Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2006 3:27 pm
by Pardischar Wolfen
The little ferry carried him safely to the harbour away from everyone on Tol Vanima.
Standing there, at the pier of the harbour, looking toward the horizon, he felt certain sympathy for the dark and storm water. This was the perfect metaphor of how he felt at the moment.
This old anger, uncontrolled hate, boils inside him. Something he hoped he had left behind after his last journey to the kingdoms of the humans.
After all, Aphasia is no more and he always blamed him for everything that went wrong in his life.
Aphasia is no more, and it is because of him.
He smashed his fist against the wall of the little warehouse at the harbour. The last words in the matters of this night have not yet been spoken. He’ll find out more about them, their motivation and their aims and of course why Meriel is in the center of their attention.
What surprised him was not this old man Ephraim, he has seen enough of his kind everywhere else, like scavengers they show up at places like this.
Nerian Finera was a much bigger surprise for him. On their first meeting he did not even seem to be adept in the simplest magic tricks. Heck, Nerian didn’t even seem adept in anything but breathing. Now he is even a shape shifter.
Something is very wrong with this duo, and the first place to search for information was the “Grey Refuge”.
He would find out if the Halfling Lord Lennier is aware of the doings of this so called “Knight of the Grey Rose”.
But for now the pain is overwhelming, his head feels like it would fall apart any moment and scatter into thousands of pieces. This blow he had to take tonight to save Meriel from the madman Rothman was too much for his aged body.
He struggled inside and found a corner where he could sit and rest.
Covered by the boxes and goods inside the room nobody would notice his presents here that soon, and judging the dust on everything this storage room was not used often.
There he was, ragged and torn clothes, soaked to the bones with water, an injury at his head and consumed by an anger he tried to burry deep inside of him for years.
There he was, a broken man.
The nightmares would return tonight.
Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 10:14 am
by Pardischar Wolfen
Situations change like the tide does.
There he was, sitting at this campfire next to Morgan while Meriel took care of the poet Brer Beothach who seemed to have some problems.
He didn’t pay much attention to them, neither to Morgan who constantly tried to offer him some of his mushroom soup.
‘Do I really look that hungry?’, he thought for a moment when his mind again crossed the boarder back into the reality.
He let this strange day with its many up and downs pass again his inner eye.
He woke up with an awful headache in the storage house at the docks, but there was nothing he could really do against it. The pain was almost too much when he tried to stand up, but there was no other choice for him left. He had to move back, back to where he left them.
For a little while he just stood there at the dock, watching one of the larger ships being unloaded there. For a little moment the idea crossed his mind to spend some of his coins to buy a passage away from this doomed and god forsaken island.
Should the inhabitants kill each other, who would care about them? They are dwelling on the smallest and most unimportant island he knew. It wasn’t even part of any trading network of the other Kingdoms.
But this second passed. He turned around dismissing this idea and head back to the Tol Vanima.
While waiting for the ferry to arrive, he searched a little bit in the reed beside the shore, after a while he found what he was looking for, some Sibanac leafs.
He marched back to the harbour while chewing on one of the leaves. Thankfully the result came quickly and dulled the pain in his head down to something he could ignore during the things he had to do now. Slowly the little pieces of this puzzle matches together and formed a picture in his mind, yet he still lacked all the pieces he need.
Tol Vanima was like it always is: a complete waste of time. They left already with few hints to where they go.
With no other option left he walked back to catch the leaving ferry just in time, his new destination was Trollsbane, the centre of Chaos and Insanity.
It took him long, much too long in his eyes to find something like a trail he could follow. And to whom this trail leads filled his mouth with a bitter taste, he needed to find the man called Galthran. The one who was partially responsible for all the mess they are in now.
He searched for hours to find this one, walked in circles, walked through the swamp and through the forest, just to find this guy in a little wood next to the main road between Trollsbane and Varshikar. And not only that, he saw him in the arms of an elven women he knew as the Medico who rescued Meriel in the Trollsbane hospital.
‘At least this would reduce the chance that things turn out ugly’, he thought, knowing that he was unarmed and not prepared to face armed resistance.
He needed to get the information from this Galthran, or “Mark” as he seemed to have introduced himself to the women. There aren’t much things he could use to convince “Mark” to tell him the things he wanted to know, that’s why he bluntly confronted him with the things he get to know on his way. Unfortunately with little to no success, because the answer he got was a complete lie.
‘Greenbriar you say? You’re mind seems to lack the blood to think, fool.’
To honour this little lie he decided to play his last card, just as a little payback for this game “Mark” tried to play with him.
“Warm greetings to Irania, if you meet her, Mark.”, he said and left.
A pity he couldn’t enjoy more of the scene, but there are other issues that need to be taken care of. This trail was a dead end and he would not get the correct information from Galthran, at least not without more time.
He wondered a little what the elvish woman would do now, after she heard what he said to Galthran, but that though vanished quickly.
His eyes moved back to the campfire in front of him, his head still hurting a little but getting better slowly.
This day reminded him too much of his past, and now he even carried weapons around with him. Much more then the usual rapier, that was more a status symbol then a real weapon.
These blades here where made to kill and to injure.
He took one of them in his hand, watching it silently, with a sudden urge to challenge the fate.
With the tip of his blade he pointed at the mystical anvil standing not far away from him, partially awaiting something to happen. Anything.
But there was nothing in response, no deity smited him, no unearthly uproar below his feet, nothing.
‘This truly is a godforsaken place.’
He shrugged and put the blade back from where he took it.
The day passed by quickly and he was still sunken in his own thoughts, till suddenly Meriel appeared out of the thin air in front of him by using her magic.
She gave him a kiss, that suddenly that he couldn’t even react.
Then they departed for the night, each of the three seeking their own place to sleep.
‘Maybe tomorrow, Meriel, if there is a tomorrow.’