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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: oh, DMmmm!
update coming soon? 
Posted on 2008-05-06 at 00:38:50.
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Topic: Vote for the Inn
Subject: Moving up!...?
Ok people we are about 3.1 points away from moving up to 7th place. Let's bring in the votes!!
7 Medievia 1033.6365000 57 15411
8 The Red Dragon Inn 1030.9975000 295 9769
Posted on 2008-05-05 at 10:03:22.
Edited on 2008-05-05 at 10:04:08 by DarkAutumn
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Topic: The Return of the Prodigal Son
Subject: In a haze, Out of a Haze...
Darlthenia groaned softly in protest when Tristan abandoned her lips. She looked up into his eyes, her own filled with love and a passionate desire. She caressed his face with her fingertips, slid her fingers through the silky, onyx strands which hung longer than she remembered, and she smiled.
She was eagerly re-memorizing every detail of his face when he whispered his love for her, ”I love you, too, Darlthenia, as I always have.”
The length of her body trembled against his as his words washed over her. Her heart swelled to overflowing with so much love and emotion that she could not stop the tears from spilling forth and gliding down her cheeks. She had never imagined she would be so happy as she was in that moment.
She was lost in this man that held her so close. To her mind, they were the only ones that existed in those moments. The rest of the world had melted away. That is until a voice broke through the haze that had settled over her, then a second voice washing the last of the haze away.
“I’ll have what he’s having,” the voice snickered.
“I don’t think there is any more of that,” a female voice chuckled softly in reply, “not exactly, that is.”
She blinked and looked in the direction of those who were sitting at the table. It did not occur to Darlthenia to be the least bit embarrassed of the display between her and her beloved. She had waited for him, and yearned for him for far too long to be embarrassed. She simply smiled at the others.
“Excuse me,” Tristan said. Darlthenia looked up at his grinning face and could not wipe the huge smile from her face, “it’s just been a long time since I’ve seen this lovely lady…” then he looked back at her for a second, and her heart summersaulted in her chest at the beautiful smile he gave her, “…a lifetime, it seems, but… I suppose… our reunion will be long in the making, won’t it?” Then he kissed her again. Though this kiss was fleeting, it still ‘caused a torrent of heat to flush over her entire body, and she shivered softly in his arms when he pulled her close to him again.
Darlthenia grinned as Tristan pulled her to sit on his lap. She wiggled a bit to get comfortable, placed a tender kiss upon his cheek, and turned her attention to the business at hand, though the smile remained in place, and it seemed nothing could dim the glow that lit up her entire being just within the last few moments.
((ooc: not a literal glow, of course, but just a figurative “glow”))
Once Tristan had finished what he had to say, she spoke up. “Count me in, and add my name to the group. I was going to look into this situation anyway.” She sat in his lap absently caressing the back of his neck beneath his hair, with her fingertips.
Posted on 2008-05-04 at 12:01:20.
Edited on 2008-05-04 at 19:31:16 by DarkAutumn
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Stuff
i haven't really looked at the list. I'll do so now, and see if there's anything Artanis needs or wants.
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Okies, the spare clothes, whatever armor is among the pile that Artanis can use, if she can use the cloak, that would be cool as well, although i'm thinking that perhaps Aelistae, or someone with little hp would probably need it more. but if no one else wnts it, and , again, if Artanis can use it without it hindering her ability yo maneuver and fight, then i;d like her to have it.
Also, whatever of the money no one else is going to take, seeing as how mine is not much more than a melted blob. The water skin, if no one else wants it, as well as the back pack of food.
Please keep in mind that, except for her sword, ALL her possessions were destroyed by the flash of lightning. Therefore, except for the sword and the dress she now wears, Artanis has nothing whatsoever. So I hope no one thinks I'm being greedy or selfish. I am really only asking for items she needs. Well, with the exception of the cloak. And I'm only asking for it if no one else wants it or can use it..and that's only if she can use it effectively.
Let me know what you think, and what is ok.
Posted on 2008-05-04 at 10:54:09.
Edited on 2008-05-04 at 11:06:14 by DarkAutumn
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Edited/Added to
Ok, I've added the conversation between Artanis and Marcus to my last post. So it's ready for reading if anyone is interested.
Posted on 2008-05-03 at 22:33:30.
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Topic: Q&A: The Return Of The Prodigal Son
Subject: Well, actually...
Yes. Tristan was in the darkened corner alone when Darlthenia walked into the tavern. Then while she was standing at the bar talking to Needlemire, he walked over to your table. That's where he was standing by the time Darlthenia walked up to him with his drink.
She didn't bring everyone's drinks, just Tristan's. She wasn't paying attention to anyone else. Her mind was set on finding out if the man who sounded so very much like him, was, in fact, her Tristan.
Posted on 2008-05-03 at 21:39:18.
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Topic: Q&A: The Return Of The Prodigal Son
Subject: Umm.. Correction:
Ok. Hammer, My character, Darlthenia, is the one kissing the half-elf. That is what Brianna was referring to in her post.
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Also, Brianna, Tristan (the half-elf) Didn't just enter the tavern. He was sitting off in the darkened corner for a while before Darlthenia entered the tavern. He watched her enter.
Also, Darlthenia isn't a barmaid. She just offered to take the drink to Tristan as her excuse to move closer to him so she could see for certain if he was the one she'd known 10 years ago.
Posted on 2008-05-03 at 17:10:18.
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Topic: Q&A: The Return Of The Prodigal Son
Subject: O.o
lmao
You're funny! hahaha lol
Posted on 2008-05-02 at 21:18:18.
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Topic: RDI T-shirts
Subject: Hmm
I just bought two t-shirts. One for me, and one for a friend.
+5 Shirt of Seduction. Hey, I need all the help I can get dang it!
Posted on 2008-05-02 at 14:54:00.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: hmm..well...
Yes, it is a nifty shield. The thing is, the stones lit up little by little. And even after the first battle was over, the stones remained lit. It wasn't until the second fight she was in that the remaining stones had all lit up and expelled their energy in the form of that burst of lightning.
So, if she uses the shield in the future, she would only be able to use it until all but one stone are lit, and then what? How long before the stones would eventually loose their energy? Would they even loose their energy? Or would they remain lit until the last joins them and they burst forth killing everything around it again?
Which, I must add, could be fatal to others in the party who are fighting nearby.
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Yea, hopefully the DM will have mercy on her and allow her hair to grow quickly. That or let her find someone or something with the right kind of magic that will allow her to have her hair.
Besides, it's not the Britney look for heaven's sake! (gags) It's the J.I. Jane look! hehe
Posted on 2008-05-02 at 10:34:07.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: And so it is...
(A bit of back posting)
Artanis watched as Loriel and Xaris ran to the aid of their friends. She silently cursed her stupidity yet again, her hand itching for her weapon, and wanting nothing more than to join them in battle. As it was, however, she was no more use to them right now, than the boy was.
She turned and looked at the boy. The expression on her face softened and her heart went out to him. ”I know I appear a bit scary right now, but I’m not all that bad.” She winked at him. “What is your name, child, and how old are you?” Artanis awaits his response.
Marcus blinked away the tears as he tried to play the role of the strong lad. “My name is M-Marcus. I’m eight…and a half!”
Artanis kneeled before the boy and gently took his hand in hers. "It is very nice to meet you, Marcus. My name is Artanis. My friends and I came here to help you. We were traveling along the path when we found your father. He told us what had happened. I am so sorry we did not get here in time." She fought the urge to hug Marcus. She understood the need for a child to be strong, and besides, he didn’t even know her.
Marcus looked at Artanis a moment with a quirked brow. He could see the pain she felt behind her strong yet misty eyes. He surprised her when he put a hand on her shoulder. “It’s ok, you saved me, and Mommy will always be with me here;” he said as he placed his hand over his heart. “Mommy is in heaven, and she will watch over Dad and me.”
Artanis stared in wonder at the strength in this little boy's heart. She blinked back the tears and cleared her throat. "Yes. And that is one thing no one can ever take away from you. My Mommy and Daddy are watching over me as well." She tried to make her voice as cheery as possible. Artanis sat on the ground, and leaned against the wall. She patted the spot next to her in invitation for Marcus to sit with her. "Where do you come from?"
Marcus Scooted over next to Artanis and sat down, pulling his knees up to his chest as he leaned forward. He stared off into the dimly lit passage. “We came from Bergerost in Amnish country. Daddy’s a jeweler, and Mom was a tailor. She was really good too, if I can say so. Anyway, once or twice a year we try and make a journey into another country to sell our families wares. ‘Bait new fish in a worldwide pond.’ As Dad always said. So this year we came down the Sword Coast and were on our way to Darromar when those Orc’s and Giant found us, and well; you know the rest.”
Artanis glanced at Marcus and folded her arms over her raised knees. "Yes," her voice was tender, "I know the rest." She was quiet for a moment, then turned and asked him, "Where do you suppose you and your father will go from here Think you'll continue on to Darramar"
Marcus looked up for a moment and shrugged. “I don’t see why. Most of our stuff was either stolen or burned by the bad guys.” Marcus frowned at that. “I suppose we’ll just have to turn around and hope to make it back home on what we’ve got. Dad’s smart, he’ll think of something.”
Artanis nodded to indicate she understands what he's saying. Her mind began to race, though she held her tongue. She wondered what would happen if Marcus were to travel with them. She and the others (were they to be interested) could teach him to fight. Teach him to defend himself and those he loves. She had been taken in at a young age, not quite as young as Marcus, when her parents had been brutally slain before her eyes. She was taught, and she was hungry to learn. She learned very quickly the skills required for her line of work. She looked the boy over and nodded to herself. "Yes" she thought, "He would be a fine one to learn." But still she was unsure. It was a large responsibility, and look at what she had just done to herself for crying out loud! How could she care for another? She sighed and sat in silence for a moment longer, her thoughts going back and forth.
((OOC: All credit for Marcus’ side of the conversation goes to Kaelyn.))
Once the sounds of battle had ended, Artanis stood and gently took the boy’s hand in her own. She smiled warmly at him, “Come on, let’s go see what’s what up there.” And so they began their short trek to the mouth of the cave.
Elesia, however, had a better idea in mind. She came towards them and Artanis felt deeply ashamed. Ashamed at her reckless behavior, and at her state of dress…or undress as it were. She hoped Elesia was unable to see her humiliation in the darkened corridor of the cave.
Artanis released the boy’s hand as Elesia guided him away from her. “Not fit to watch a ch…” Artanis' thought was cut off when she saw the elegantly beautiful garment in Elesia’s hand. She looked at her with wide eyes, the surprise and disbelief evident on her face.
When Elesia handed the garment to her, Artanis shook her head. “Surely you can’t mean for me to wear that. Its beauty would be wasted on the likes of me. Look at me! I have nothing but damaged patches of hair left.” While Artanis was not a vain woman, she was still a woman, and what woman does not want to feel beautiful at least sometimes? Yes, Artanis wanted to wear the dress. It had been so long, since her skin had been graced with such elegance.
After some insisting from Elesia, and the reminder that Artanis was practically naked, Artanis relented and carefully took the delicate garment. “What if I tear it?” She said in one last attempt at a protest. Elesia assured her all would be well, and then guided the boy out of the cave.
Once they had gone, Artanis removed her ruined armor. Using the items Elesia had so graciously left for her, Artanis cleaned up as much as she could. She cleaned her face, arms and hands. Then she used as little water from the water skin as possible, to rinse out the cloth. She cleaned off her chest and upper body, and then her legs. She removed what bits she could of clothing which remained burned to her skin as she went.
Then she tenderly touched her scalp. She almost cried…almost. She knew she was not the most beautiful of women before, but now she knew she was downright ugly.
“What do I need beauty for anyway? Does beauty help me fight? No. hmph I do not need to be beautiful.” Thus was her attempt at making herself ignore what she must surely look like and get on with it.
Once she had cleaned her body the best she could, she ever so carefully put the dress on. Once it was on and securely in place, she looked down at her form and admiringly slid her hands over the delicate material. She closed her eyes, and held up her arms as though she had a partner, and for a moment she was somewhere else. She had her beautiful hair and it was intricately braded and curled. She was dancing ever so gracefully with a strong and handsome man….
After about a minute, she dropped her arms and opened her eyes. “What foolishness!” She scolded herself. She was quite thankful that no one had seen that ridiculous display. She reached up and touched her scalp again, and tried to figure out what the hell she was going to do about that. “Not much I can do at this point, I suppose. Perhaps someone will lend me their blade and I can remove what bits are left. My hair always did grow much too fast. I hope it does so after this!”
Knowing there was nothing more she could do, she gathered what was left of her things and exited the cave.
Artanis saw that just about everyone was staring at her and suddenly all she wanted to do was turn and run back into the cave and not be seen. She felt so out of place and awkward in the dress. She briefly wondered if Aelistae would trade clothes with her, for surely she would do the gown justice. She fought the urge to cover her cleavage with her hands. Instead she hid her balled fists in the folds of the gown and awkwardly made her way to an empty place by the fire and sat down as gracefully as she could manage.
She was just about to ask for the use of someone’s blade when Loriel came over to her and handed Artanis her own sword. She reached out and accepted it, as well as the melted pile of what had once been money.
“Artanis, you look a hundred times better than when I found you,” Loriel said quite truthfully. "I was afraid you were going to die before I could get you help. And by the way that gown looks splendid on you.” She gives a slight laugh, “Not exactly your normal adventuring attire. Perhaps these men will know of where we can purchase what you have lost, I brought out the shield but I think we need to identify it before it is used again. Now you and Xaris need your rest. The rest of us will take watches as needed. I will take first watch, Kas can take second. Aelistae, Elesia, Linnix, and Bart what can you do to help us out this night?"
A barely audible, “Thank you.”, came out as Artanis realized that was all she had left.
Her hands dropped to her lap and she stared down at them. She sat almost dumbfounded, and tears filled her eyes, and were dangerously close to spilling over. “What good am I to anyone now? Yes, I can fight still, but without my armor, without my gear, of what use am I? Nothing more than a hindrance.” And for the hundredth time, she cursed her actions.
It wasn’t until she noticed the small pool of liquid on her blade that she realized she’d been silently crying. She’d never felt more vulnerable and exposed. She quickly wiped the tears away. “Stupid, stupid female.” she whispered to herself. If only she had been born a boy, she would not have to worry about female emotions getting in her way, and making her week.
She took a deep breath and shrugged. “Well, gotta do what you gotta do, right? Right.” With that thought in mid, she raised her blade and did what she could to remove the patches of hair that were left from her head.
Once she was done, she looked to Loriel. “Thank you for retrieving my sword.” Then she looked at Kas, and at Xaris as well. “Thank you, all three of you for saving my life. I am indebted to all of you, and if it takes my life to do it, I will repay my debt.” She cursed her weakness as her voice cracked and quickly looked down into her lap. She didn’t want any to see the tears that had begun, once again, to fill her eyes.
Posted on 2008-05-02 at 10:16:11.
Edited on 2008-05-04 at 02:09:17 by DarkAutumn
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: The Shield
Ok, umm, why on God's green earth would Artanis want the shield after what just happened?! She has practically NO hair left for crying out loud! She's bald and scorched and hideous because of using the shield...so....O.o
Besides I figured no one else would want her to use said shield either. Not if it means having to use all their healing potions/spells on her to keep her alive.
*gasp!* Unless they are trying to get her killed! It's a conspiracy I tell you!!!
Posted on 2008-05-02 at 09:10:56.
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: Peaches anyone? hehe
which she ate!
Posted on 2008-05-02 at 08:15:46.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject:
amphibian
Posted on 2008-05-02 at 08:13:09.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Items
As Artanis has lost everything, she will take whatever others aren't going to. The change of clothes, while belonging to a man, are better than nothing, and she can't very well travel and fight in the beautiful dress that she now has on.
Armor, and.. she doesn't need the sword does she? She did get that out of everything that was destroyed, right?
Posted on 2008-05-01 at 21:37:09.
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Topic: The Return of the Prodigal Son
Subject: The Kiss.
Tristan, it has to be you. Even after all this time, I know your voice, surely it must be you!
Darlthenia was gripping the mug of ale between her hands so tightly, her knuckles had turned white from the effort. She knew that were she to relinquish her vice-grip, her hands would tremble something fierce. The anticipation continued to build from deep within her chest as she waited for the man to look at her, waited for the confirmation that this truly was the one she had lost so many years ago. The one who was always in her heart and mind.
As the man continued to stall, Darlthenia grew tenser by the moment. She was ready to slam the mug down upon the table and grab the man, forcing him to turn and face her, when he did just that of his own accord.
“Darli?”
She heard her name, as if for the first time in almost 10 years, whisper over her. Her heart ached at the tenderness in his voice, the awe, the disbelief. And she knew he was feeling the very same as she was in that moment
She stood and stared at him dumbfounded for several moments. Her hands' grip on the mug began to slowly loosen when he oh so softly touched her lips. A delicious chill shot through her body and she looked up into his beautiful eyes, and she knew she was home.
She leaned into his caress as he slid her hair behind her ear, revealing her elegantly pointed ear. When he reached up with his second hand, and caressed her face just as lovingly as with the first, she almost dropped the mug entirely. He kissed the top of her head, and she suddenly exhaled.
“Tristan!” His name was a choked whisper, barely able to make its way through her constricted throat. She took a deep breath, taking in his scent. It was just as she remembered, and yet somehow different. He was a man. Her senses were reeling! The heat radiating from his body enveloped her, and she almost felt dizzy from the intensity of it all. She exhaled slowly, trying to maintain some measure of control.
The mug slipped from her grasp as Tristan pulled her close and hugged her tight. She threw her arms around his neck, standing up on her toes slightly, to better reach him. She held onto him as if he would vanish were she to let go. Tears flowed freely from her eyes as she buried her face in his neck. “Tristan..” his name was muffled in a broken whisper against the flesh of his neck.
As he tilted her face up to look at him, she ever so softly caressed his face with her fingertips, almost scared to truly believe he was there. She took in every inch of his handsome face, tracing her finger along his forehead, down the side of his face, around his ear, along his jawline.
She traced his lips slowly, as he whispered against her finger, “I’ve missed you.”
Before she could even respond his lips were on hers and her arms slid around him once more, holding him tight against her. And she kissed him back.
If there were ever a doubt in his mind of how she felt for him up to this point, surely there could be no doubt left after that kiss. To be absolutely certain, to make sure that she did not pass up the chance to tell him how she felt, she broke away from the kiss.
Darlthenia looked into his eyes, "I love you, Tristan. Always you, and only you." Then, with a tender caress to his lips with her fingertips, she pressed her lips to his once more, and held on for dear life. Yes, she was finally home.
Posted on 2008-05-01 at 21:14:49.
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Topic: Vote for the Inn
Subject: :D
Go 7th place and upward!
My vote was in this morning after I got out of work. Keep up the voting! Woot-woot!
Posted on 2008-04-30 at 23:07:43.
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Topic: Q&A: The Return Of The Prodigal Son
Subject: Me too!
I'm also enjoying Eol's posts! I love playing a character that can have such interactions with other characters that it keeps me posting. I don't like having to wait for days before I can put in a next post.
That's one of the reasons I loved playing Althena in Trilogy so much. The interaction between Lord Alasdair and Althena was awesome. We posted at least once a day for the most part, sometimes more if the need called for it. It was awesome. Alasdair is the best character I have ever personally played with.
Anyway, just think it's cool that Eol appears to be really into this new character, just hope the "honeymoon" period of the new character doesn't wear off.  hehe
Posted on 2008-04-30 at 21:43:22.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: My next post
Ok, Kaelyn, please check out your MSN msgs that I snt. I need an answer to the questions snt there before I can prepare my next post.
Thanks!
Posted on 2008-04-30 at 21:38:05.
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Topic: The Return of the Prodigal Son
Subject: Illusion?! Hmph!
Darlthenia took another long drag of her drink, effectively emptying it of its contents. She slapped the cup down on the counter and ordered a second drink.
Dammit!
Her head snapped up when she heard the voice which had uttered the words. “Tristan!” His name came out in an excitedly breathless whisper. She looked in the direction of the darkened figure yet again, her heart beating wildly in her chest. Then she heard him mumbling something about someone drinking his drink.
Darlthenia turned back to the bar, her head racing and with so many thoughts. Could this truly be the same boy that had been her life so long ago? The one who had helped her escape from that damned orphanage? The one who had been there for her, helped her learn to be tough and to look out for herself..The one who had sacrificed himself for her freedom. The one she loved?
“Barkeep,” he barked, “Another pint, if you please!”
Her breath caught in her chest for a moment before she exhaled slowly. She looked up and saw Needlemire walking around from behind the bar. She jumped up and went to him. “Let me take it. You’re busy enough as it is.” Darlthenia smiled at him, and waited for him to hand it over.
She winked at her friend, the barkeep, and taking a deep breath, she turned on her heal and quickly made her way to the table where this man now stood. She looked up at his face, “Sorry to interrupt, but I believe you ordered a pint?”
She waited for him to look directly at her. It felt as though her heart had stopped beating, and her lungs were unable to draw a breath. Once he looked at her, she’d know if it were truly him.
Posted on 2008-04-30 at 02:08:16.
Edited on 2008-04-30 at 02:12:33 by DarkAutumn
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Topic: Vote for the Inn
Subject: :D
yes, of course! Applauds to you as well!
Posted on 2008-04-29 at 02:46:25.
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Topic: Vote for the Inn
Subject: hmmm?
 Yay cdn! Applauds to you for multiple voting capabilities! man I wish I could do that. i have three computers here I could use to vote, but they are all connected to the same Network for internet access...that means the same IP right? If not, I'll start voting from every computer in the house!
Posted on 2008-04-29 at 02:15:03.
Edited on 2008-04-29 at 02:15:31 by DarkAutumn
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Topic: The Return of the Prodigal Son
Subject: In the Tavern
Darlthenia traced her every step and turn back to the very spot in which she’d allowed the Dark Hand’s guards to guide her way. She removed the blind fold with a chuckle and looked to the sky for the time.
“Just in time to grab some grub. Best get this business of refueling over and done with before I start. Besides, my brain works better when it’s not nagging me about food.” She thought, almost annoyed with the concept that one has to take time to eat.
She made her way through town to the tavern. As she came into view of the establishment, her step faltered and she could hear the echo of a voice in her head. “Darli-luv…” She shook her head and moved forward.
Darlthenia had never forgiven herself for leaving him the way she had that night so many years ago. He had urged her to get over the fence and run, and would hear none of her protests. Her fingertips caressed the spot where he’d too briefly kissed the top of her head that last time she’d seen him, and then her lips, which were forever left without his touch.
Even after all these years her heart ached for the loss of the best friend she’d ever had, and her only love. She wished, not for the first time, that she had finished her sentence before he stopped her. She had been about to tell him how she loved him before she ran, and wished that she had kissed him, a hug even. Instead she had just jumped over that fence and left him to use himself as bait to keep those guards off her trail.
She had almost turned back when she heard his voice echo through the alleyway with his taunt to the armed men. But she knew his sacrifice would be in vain if she were to run right into their clutches. As it turned out, his sacrifice was made in vain after all.
She almost reached the cave where she was to meet up with Tristan, before her muddled brain, and blurred vision got her caught. Her mind wasn’t on the task at hand. She was too busy crying and worrying about Tristan. So she reacted much too late to avoid the arms that suddenly clamped hard around her and the sack shoved over her head.
She had been taken in for questioning. Beaten and tortured for information. She didn’t know anything, was all she could say. Darlthenia shuddered at the memory of the things they did to her. And then her heart shattered all over again as she heard that vile man's voice as though he were standing next to her again.
"Your little friend is dead. The bastard would not stop fighting and struggling. My overzealous guard snapped his neck in an attempt to subdue him." He had laughed an evil sort of laugh, his breath nauseating her as its stench washed over her face. "Come now, you see? You've nothing to protect. Tell me what I want to know."
Darlthenia took a deep breath and, in an attempt to block her mind from the events that followed, she shoved the memories aside, locking them tight into the box she’d placed in her memory just for them.
As she approached the tavern doors she paused for a moment to steal herself against the memories, and to be sure any remnants of the misty eyes were gone before she entered the room. Once she had a firm hold on her silly girl emotions she slipped quietly into the tavern. She stood in the doorway for a moment as she made a full sweep of the room with her eyes.
There was a group seated at a table in one corner of the room immersed in their conversation on one side of the tavern, a few others seated about sporadically, and one dark figure in the shadows at the other end of the tavern. Her eyes lingered on this man for a few extra moments, the hair on the back of her neck stood on end, and she felt a chill rattle through her.
Who was this man, and what was it about him that caused her body to react in such a manner. She glanced at him a moment longer, then made her way over to the bar, debating on whether or not this feeling was a bad one, like a warning to stay away from this character.
“Needlemire,” she called quietly to the man behind the counter, “Who is the man in the corner over there?”
Needlemire, the long-time owner of the tavern, and an old friend to Darlthenia, glanced in the direction she had indicated, started to say something, then shut his mouth and shrugged. His face was strangely void of any hints of what he’d been about to say. She raised an eyebrow but decided against pressing the issue. She shrugged it off and ordered her usual drink and sat down to sip at it.
She kept her ears tuned into the conversations taking place about the room, trying to catch any information she could about the disappearances. She became slightly irritated as the image of the dark figure refused to leave her alone. “Oh for heaven’s sake!” she muttered to herself and took a long swig of her drink trying to clear her mind, and concentrate on the task at hand.
Posted on 2008-04-29 at 00:44:49.
Edited on 2008-04-29 at 00:57:31 by DarkAutumn
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Topic: Blatantly Obvious Lies
Subject: Well...
I hate to have to be the one to tell you this, but Waldo is the vindictive little bugger who got tired of always being the one to have to seek in the game of Hide-n-Seek with his many siblings, and so in retribution decided to force the whole world to seek him for the rest of all time!
Why Morning then Night? Why not Night and then Morning? The Evening and the Morning were the first day after all.
Posted on 2008-04-28 at 09:15:01.
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Topic: Vote for the Inn
Subject: YAY!
Applauds for voting! (again )
Posted on 2008-04-28 at 08:53:38.
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