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| Five More Minutes; Tekun | |
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| Topic Started: Nov 9 2011, 09:46 PM (1,062 Views) | |
| Shrista | Nov 9 2011, 09:46 PM Post #1 |
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It was early morning, dawn had not yet begun but the pre-dawn chorus filled the air with a cacophony of trills and musical calls, raging in the air as the tiny brightly colored forms of the early rising birds flitted through the canopy, mere shadows against the greater dark. A faint dusting of stars, already fading hung overhead, the barest sliver of moon sinking, swallowed by the horizon, leaving the glowing embers of the fire to illuminate the tiny camp. A single form lie curled up close to the banked fire, as much as possible without setting themselves alight and being able to stay warm. The Drow frowned in her sleep, lightly dozing as it were, disturbed by the raucous calls of a large black crow overhead, curious about the fire. It learned to leave well enough alone once poked and sent up a brief cloud of sparks, the embers drifting into nothingness. She rolled over, away from the scant heat and grumbled in her sleep, for once, her fox-like face at peace, serene. Almost innocent. One hand flopped sleepily grabbing for the edge of her cloak, knees drawing up to her chest as she drew it around herself, shivering against the cold, and yawning, eyes half opening with their silvery luminescence. It's not light yet. Couple more hours. Sleep pulled her close again and she drifted into his arms, eyes slipping shut. There was no one here, just the gentle melody of the falls and the chattering birds for company, a good rhythm to lull one into sleep. Her hard, sharp features softened again as she slipped back into troubled dreams, turning her face to the fire where she was bathed in the faint orange glow of the dying embers. "Shrista, you can't do this to me! You...you can't!" "And whyever not? You left me behind, in a world I was completely ignorant of, no one to help me, just myself. Why can't I do the same to you? It seems...just." "What about us? What about what we had?" "What about us? You stabbed me in the back so you could take my position! I trusted you! No! Never again. You can rot here, as you deserve." She found herself turning her back on the dark-elf, though she wore her own face, stepping through bright purple foliage that bled painfully bright light until the ground was sagging like a wet cloth stretched too tight, tearing under her feet and slipping through her grasp, sending her plummeting through an infinity of sky. |
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| Tekun | Nov 9 2011, 10:52 PM Post #2 |
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And what sight had he come across here in these fimiliar woods? Were they fimiliar, they all blended together. A drow…sleeping…dreaming dreams…no. Reliving may be the better word. He knew that look, that discomfort. What he experienced every time he attempted to slumber. How it all came back…the horror. A Drow with a conscience. How fun…different. She didn’t look terribly bad either. The truth was sobering…he remembered why he drank it away. Those nights where he would awaken on the bodies of the innocent…their cries fell on deaf ears. In a way, he was like the Drow. An oddly enough…he recalled his father’s ties to their kind. He associated with many ill things. His memory was fuzzy but drow were definitely on the list. He looked at the camp she set up, a fire was going out. Next to Tekun was a log…he picked it up and gently set it in the fire. His eyes fell upon the drow again. He thought, how stalkerish is this of me. But dismissed it because frankly he didn’t care. He was interested. But he knew well that nightmares were a thing he wanted to be saved from. He whistled a light tune. Three notes… They seemed to echo a bit as the fire cackled. Why was a woman on the surface? Was she an exiled matron? So many questions. “Awaken.” He stated it loud enough to get the attention of someone who was just barely asleep. Tekun made no effort to hide his identity, his oversized sword was strapped awkwardly to his back, his berserk armor adorned. A periapt necklace fastened around his neck. She may very well recognize the infamous Immortal Soldier of Morrim, one thought to have been killed during the revolution that took place there. Or she may not, she may see a simple mercenary or cliché before her. All in all it didn’t really matter. Recognized or not, he was here. |
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| Shrista | Nov 10 2011, 10:37 AM Post #3 |
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She was just getting comfortable as the heat of the fire seemed to grow a little, when a loud snap as the wood cracked from the heat caused her eyes to flutter open, though unseeing, pale lavender in the firelight before they slid closed again, her face contorting in brief annoyance. "Senger, five more minutes..." There's someone here. Still half asleep, her eyes shot open as she finally realized the bother on the edge of her mind was another life form. Standing, as it were, right in her camp. Watching her. That's not creepy at all. Shah, how did he get so close without my noticing?! She rolled back, using her feet to scoot away from the stranger until her back his the knobbly roots of a tree, and keeping the trunk pressed against her shoulders clumsily got to her feet, hands held in front of her should he attack, whoever he was. Then again, had he honestly wanted her dead he could have killed her while she was sleeping. Still, better safe than sorry, and she'd fooled more than one over-curious would-be-robber with her 'unarmed' look before. Not that she had much anyway but she wasn't about to let anyone take it away from her. "Zexen'uma vel'klar dos ph'!" After a second catching her breath, she corrected her lapse in language, her muscles tight as a coiled spring and ready to flee at the slightest sign that he was inclined to do otherwise. "Stay where you are!" One hand hovered over her leg, ready to grab the knife concealed in the top of her boot. She'd be able to get to it before he reached her. Hopefully. "Who in the Nine Hells are you, and what do you want?" |
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| Tekun | Nov 10 2011, 10:55 AM Post #4 |
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Tekun’s eyes narrowed slightly at the typical reaction. Well…it was better than her immediately attacking him. “Passing through is all. Noticed the white hair and skin tone. Got curious. You weren’t dreaming well.” He stated flatly. “If it makes you feel better. I only just got here….about maybe five or ten minutes ago?” He thought on it. “I’m Tekun.” He introduced himself. “As for what I want…” he thought on it. “Nothing you could assist me with. Though some conversation would be nice.” He shrugged and looked at the fire. The warmth was relaxing enough. The flicker of fire. He dug through his supply back and removed what appeared to be a pastry. He bit into it, it crunched satisfyingly in his mouth. “Don’t mind me asking what’s on the top of my mind do you? I was wondering what a drow was doing on the surface, in Soto of all places. I’m more prone to seeing them in…Morrim in some of the further reaches. It’s just interesting is all.” He looked at the flame once more. Truth be told, Tekun right now was very comfortable. Though the spirit of his armor tried to debate that fact with him. He utterly ignored it…for once. He bit into his pastery again, om nom nom nom...nom. Swallow. |
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| Shrista | Nov 10 2011, 11:23 AM Post #5 |
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Well. This was...unexpected. Not the reaction she had anticipated. Standing upright fully and relaxing the tiniest amount, she stalked around to the opposite side of the fire, casting dancing shadows over the front of her body and illuminating the tattoo's on her skin like sinuous trails of flame, turning her hair to gold. He didn't appear to be interested in anything except idle chatter. The suspicion never left her eyes but her brows rose as he pulled a pastry from his pack and simply began to eat, the corners of her mouth quirking a little. How odd. The sight of food made her stomach protest and she ignored it, instead slipping the bottle from the inside of her cloak and taking a pull from it. Seemed lately all she'd been living off was spirits, but that suited her fine. Most of her kind could go long stretches without eating so long as they had fluid to keep them hydrated, same as any human. her kind were also meant to be able to just fall into trance instead of sleeping, much more efficient, but she hadn't been able to do that in years. Shrista had long since lost the ability to find that inner peace and calm that enabled it. And he didn't want anything? Just simple curiosity? Very odd. Everyone wanted something. "Shrista...and why I'm here...well, I don't think that's any of your business." That was rude, snappy, even for her, and for a moment she felt a touch of shame, but it was gone again quick as a flash. She wasn't below ground anymore, why should she show that sort of courtesy to someone who'd just stomped into her camp, watched her sleep then demanded she get up? "At least, I don't know you well enough to tell you that sort of information." Probably thinks I'm gathering information. Maybe I'm a scout, breaching the defenses of the country to plan a mass invasion on a grand scale! She felt amusement at that thought, and pacing in a tight path she stalked back and forth, watching this..Tekun. If he tried anything she'd just run away, he looked, simply put, capable. Much bigger and stronger than herself, scarred with experience. Young but...there was something about his eyes, something that bespoke age far greater than herself, and to a human a hundred years was no spring chicken, even if it was normal for her race to live so long. "Everyone wants something. There must be a reason why you're here." Edited by Shrista, Nov 10 2011, 11:23 AM.
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| Tekun | Nov 10 2011, 11:47 AM Post #6 |
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“Fair enough. Your trouble aren’t mine and vice versa.” ‘Though It be a nice wager to know whose had the rougher lot in life.’ He mused silently and expressionlessly. “Pleasure to meet you Shrista. You’re the first drow I’ve met that didn’t try to stab me on sight.” He joked, clearly. He watched her remove a bottle of some kind of spirit and was reminded of his own flask. “A reason why I’m here? Well…I was born some…long time ago. Life went to shit. Killed a lot of people…some insanity along the way. Nearly died in that up heave in Morrim, now I’m thought to be dead. Tryin’ to get life back on track. That’s how I got here. Reckon’ why? Well. That’s life sometimes.” He removed his flask of what one could assume was a very potent hard liquor and took a long swig of it. “As for wanting something, quite comfortable right now….I like the fire. I like the sunrise. Temperature seems right. To put it frankly, it’s rather pleasant here. I like it and this is the most comfortable I’ve been in a while. Not used to comfortable, but I like it.” Truth be told, there was a time where he would have avoided in general. Maybe killed her. Things were…less dangerous as of late. Less bounty hunters seeking him out, easier to evade. Less grudges. Though he still debated getting back at Sophia for what she did to him. There would be time for that later. |
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| Shrista | Nov 10 2011, 12:05 PM Post #7 |
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Shrista stopped pacing and shrugged, looking away from Tekun and into the shadows, already lightening along with the sky as the first tenuous fingers of dawn light crept into the sky. Stab him on sight? She couldn't say it hadn't occurred to her initially, but she'd learned to be somewhat more careful of doing the 'stab first, ask questions later' route. Especially when confronted with someone who physically was, a wall of muscle. Her lips twisted in a faintly frustrated expression, before she grabbed the edges of her cloak and holding them so that they wouldn't catch beneath her, sat on the ground with her back to the fire, drawing her knees to her chest. "Don't think I won't still try to, human." Silently she slipped the blade, cold against the skin of her thigh, from its sheath, admiring the curve of the metal and the tang catching the firelight, coveting it within the folds of her cloak. Just try it, you come over here weirdo and I'll stick you better than a..a..meat onna stick. "No need to give me your life story." She glanced over her shoulder warily, now wreathed in shadow but for the light on her back, the scar on her nose a livid white against her skin. "I'm an exile, and I can't go back. That's all you need to know." And no less dangerous for it. At least back then there were rules that said who I could and could not stab, and whether it was in public. Now...there aren't. Her grip on the handle of her dagger tightened until her knuckles turned white. |
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| Tekun | Nov 10 2011, 12:16 PM Post #8 |
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An exile? Interesting, at least she wasn’t the scout for some mainland invasion. Then again, he never thought that to begin with. He pondered in silence how many drow he would kill before they took him out. Especially with this armor…and that curse. Last time he lost it…that town in Morrim was wiped off the face of the earth. No survivors. A far away look in his eyes emerged when he thought on it. He wanted to remove his armor…but thought better of it. The voice taunted him. ‘Guilt? You know this rage keeps you going. Where would you be without it? Oh…you’re going to take that threat lying down? How she talks down to you? Oh the things you could do…’ He looked quite bothered….He reminded himself that he needed to remove this factor from his life. “You hungry at all? I know how to cook. I ain’t half bad…” He offered. His tone suddenly changed, as if fighting a battle far away, unseen to the human eye. He instinctively gripped his periapt. All in all, he didn't mind her threat. She seemed lost...more alone. He knew a thing or two about lonliness. |
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| Shrista | Nov 10 2011, 12:32 PM Post #9 |
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We could carve a piece or two off of you and cook those, how 'bout that? Her stomach gurgled and she rested a hand on it, scowling to herself. But she was hungry. What was the last thing she ate? Probably that meat pie in the marketplace in Madrid. Her stomach growled again, insistent. Stop thinking about it, you'll just make it worse. As soon as it's light we'll go find a farm or something and buy some food from them. Should've bought some out here with us. Through clenched teeth she shook her head, then muttered, "No, I'm not hungry. If you're going to cook go ahead, it's not my business." Sneaking a look over her shoulder she watched with curiosity as he stood gripping some sort of necklace, rigid, a tightness about his eyes suggested he was either in some sort of pain, or really trying hard not to break wind. Scowling again she turned her face back to the darkness of the forest, twisting the blade in her grip. Having low-light vision was a definite advantage out here, and the tiniest movement from the corner of her eye drew her attention. Careful, try to make it like you hadn't noticed. Her back stiffened and she eased herself slowly to her feet, stretched lazily, feeling the tension in her muscles, hiding a yawn behind her hand. Something's out there. Probably drawn by the light. She hoped it was just a deer, or a fox. Some small and relatively harmless creature, but a cold knot formed in her stomach as she sent out her senses and detected...nothing. If there was something there...it wasn't alive. Not that she could detect at any rate. Maybe she should warn Tekun. He had after all, only offered friendship so far. I don't trust him as far as I can throw him. He could be anything, a monster in a man's skin, just waiting for the chance... |
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| Tekun | Nov 10 2011, 12:45 PM Post #10 |
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“Something’s coming.” Tekun stated, he felt the back of his hair stand on end. He didn’t know what or where it was, but it certainly was coming close. His eye looked about. Disregard it for now. He let go off the periapt and started to remove venison and a bowl. Cooking materials. It was stew time. Remove the yams first after pouring in some water…let it boil. Vegetables. He had spent some time perfecting it…he knew full well what he was doing. How he knew something was coming…it was just something he knew. Be warned of danger almost on the spot. Maybe that was why he came here. He didn’t feel an immediate threat from her. He remained calm, but still cautious. “Not sure what. Might be a bear. Some type of wild life. Might not be.” He shrugged. He didn’t know if she knew, but felt inclined to inform her. It seemed only right. A fine cut here, he chopped up the meat and dumped it in the pot. It was already beginning to smell good as he dug through his cloak for spices. “Mix, swirl, mix…” He muttered beneath his breath, it was like potion brewing. He recalled what Scarlet said, he smiled slightly and pondered where she was. They split up a while ago, to check out their own things. Truth be told, he missed the wayward witch. |
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| Shrista | Nov 10 2011, 01:01 PM Post #11 |
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"Not a bear." She murmured softly, barely audible, and pulled the cloak from her shoulders, letting it drop the floor with a ruffling noise and several muffled clunks as the contents of the pockets hit the ground. It would only hamper her movement if it came to a fight here. Backing up she spun on her heel and sauntered to the fire, watching Tekun with curious eyes, occasionally flitting to the edges of the little camp. Wary, watchful. No definitely not a bear, whatever it was wasn't snuffling about but cautiously slipping from tree to tree making the barest sound like leaves in the wind. She couldn't help but be unnerved, even this close to the fire she shuddered as shivers tickled their way down her spine and then crawled back up again. Maybe it was foolish to worry simply because she couldn't find that living spark that everyone carried. Maybe not. "...How can you be so calm?" She gazed at the bowl in his hands, catching the scent of the spices and the meat, and her stomach groaned, her cheeks darkening with color. Quickly Shrista stepped away away to hide her embarrassment, stalking the fringes of the area as the tension in her rose to an almost painful point. I don't know what's worse, the actual fighting, or the waiting for it to show itself. She leaned her shoulder against the gnarled bark of a tree, frowning at nothing in particular, tilting her head back to gaze at the rosy sky. Wouldn't be able to see the sun from here, too many trees. But the color though, like the sky was on fire. Her reverie shattered as something gave a long drawn out gurgle, and it wasn't her stomach, like the last breath of a drowning man. She didn't move, merely tightening her grip on the knife, breath coming faster in short quick puffs in the chill air. Excitement and fear, all mixed like Tekun's stew, jumbled with that cold dread. |
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| Tekun | Nov 10 2011, 01:17 PM Post #12 |
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“Because I’ve done this too many times before. Whatever it is will show its self in time. And the stew is far more interesting then something stalking in the shadows waiting for the opportunity to strike.” He stirred it a bit more. He looked rather silly. “Now to let it…stew for a little bit. Should be done soon right?” He looked to her, she was…afraid it looked like. Nervous. Leaning against the tree. He could hear her stomach churning. She was stubborn. That’s what it all came down to. He disregarded it. “Back in the war. You kept on your toes. You could die at any minute. Any given day. That’s just how these things are. After a while you just know when something’s about to go wrong. Usually can feel it on the wind. How bad it is. But right now I can tell you this thing is probably all bark and no bite. Could be a dragon even and I wouldn’t be particularly worried. It’s not like The Mistress of Blades is coming around the corner hellbent on wiping us off the face of the earth.” He laughed slightly and then drank deeply from his flask again. “Just calm down Shrista. It’ll be okay.” |
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| Shrista | Nov 10 2011, 01:40 PM Post #13 |
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"Easy for you to say..." She glowered over her shoulder at him, a little envious of the calm collected nature he had. Where she was from, everything was bite and no bark, or poisonous, or stealthy, or magically enhanced, or telepathic..or all of the above. Her envy wasn't completely unfounded, he made her look like a jittery excitable child. Curious, he'd mentioned a couple of things she was unfamiliar with now, and it wasn't as though she wasn't that well traveled, though she'd mostly kept herself to Soto these past few months. First some trouble in Morrim, now the Mistress of Blades. Was that some kind of fairy-tale that mothers told their children to frighten them into discipline? For a moment she had the mental image of a woman made completely of swords, and snorted. She'd seen far worse. "What do you mean, Mistress of Blades?" As she turned her face back to the trees she nearly shrieked but caught herself so that instead she made a strangled noise, stepped back hurriedly and caught her foot on a protruding root, sending her sprawling. What the fuck was that? It had been so close she could have knocked noses with it, and disappated the second she saw it, could almost taste the stench of rot catching in the back of her throat. It had looked like a carcass of some kind, literally decomposing right there on the spot with dark tendrils of floral growth pushing through the hide. She wasn't sure what exactly, it seemed a mesh of several things, but the face had been what caused her to recoil so. No way it could have been...I'm right here...right... Her own face, eyeless, rotted skin stretched tight over frail bone, loose jaw hanging open in a leer, but unmistakably hers. The tattoos that spelled out her House, and station, had been exactly the same. Cold dread, and here she was sitting on the floor gawping at empty space. Hurriedly the Drow got to her feet, trying to appear nonchalant though she'd broken out in a cold sweat. That thing...it's been in my sleep already. It's not real. It's not real. Isn't it? Without a second thought she paced towards Tekun and the fire, intending to put it between her and whatever the hell that was out there. Maybe it was nothing but in her experience, walking corpses didn't like fire. Hunching down she thrust her knife into the flame, heating the blade, shaking only slightly. It wouldn't do much good, really she needed a club or mace of some kind, they were good for smashing bones. Better than nothing. Come at me, I fucking dare you, whatever you are. |
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| Tekun | Nov 10 2011, 01:57 PM Post #14 |
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“Sophia Orjtarn…The Mistress of Blades. Currently The Moghul of Ashoka’s little lap dog.” He snorted. He clearly had history with this person. “If she wants you dead. She’ll hunt you down and kill you herself. She’s strong. But I intend to become stronger than her.” He caught what it was and stood up, unfastening his blade from his back and gripping it with one hand. It was a slab of steel. Barely a blade and more like something horrifying. It was vicious, there was something magical about it too and that only made the weapon more unnerving. THUNK. The end hit the ground. He moved away from the stew for a second and then gripped it with both hands, letting it drag slightly behind him. It was comfortable. Though the blade was clearly unwieldy Tekun somehow managed to use the weapon well enough. He was clearly comfortable and unhindered by this thing. The drow made her way over to Tekun, whose face was now the picture of seriousness. Calculating but calm eyes looking about. His pose showed absolutely no fear and it was clear Tekun intended on making himself out to be the bigger monster here. ’Isn’t that fucking adorable. Mr.Hero! Mr.Noble! The voice laughed. ’Leave her! She doesn’t care. She’ll cut your throat. Kill her too…’ It tempted. ’You want that sanguine on you…the taste…the smell…’ He ignored the voice, as much as it bothered him. It was a matter of waiting now. He didn’t say anything. |
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| Shrista | Nov 10 2011, 02:31 PM Post #15 |
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One knife done, she drew the other out of the other boot, untested yet. She'd bought it in the market at Madrid, not a drow-crafted dagger like the other, and they didn't match, but it was pleasing to her eye, curved with a serrated back edge, perfect for rasping through flesh. It had been blunt but a little time with the whetstone and it was perfect, the mirror-sheen reflecting the flames made it appear almost liquid. Most pleasing. She crouched heating the second blade, listening hard though she heard nothing but the crackle of the fire and the soft yet reassuringly firm thunk as Tekun's own blade met the floor. One eyebrow quirked up. It didn't exactly look manageable, but then, she'd admitted it to herself already. He looked capable enough, and she probably wouldn't have to worry about more than saving her own skin. Not that she'd even consider any less. A touch of doubt niggled at her and she glanced at him again, withdrawing the knife from the fire. I've been nothing but rude again, even if it was creepy for him to walk in here. He couldn't really expect any less, right? Right? A low whine like the whistle of air through a tight gap had her bounding to her feet and prowling around the camp again. Everywhere she looked it seemed there were writhing shadows, reaching out and drawing back from the fire, only to venture forth again. "I thought undead didn't like the sunlight...what sorcery is this?" Nudging another piece of wood from the small stack she'd accumulated with her foot, she bent and picked it up, tossing it to the hungry flames, hoping it would last. They didn't seem to like it after all. |
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| Tekun | Nov 10 2011, 02:57 PM Post #16 |
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Were they surrounded? He supposed they were. “Not all undead do. Any idea what these things might be? Seem like they’re hunting?” He kept an analytic gaze about. He noticed her own daggers. Two, one clearly not of drow origin. He never once considered backing out…leaving her to her own devices. People needed help, even drow from time to time. Who was he to abandon? He kept his footing, his position firm. Never moving or flinching. “Stay close…” It was a wise suggestion. He raised the blade off the ground slightly and bent his knees. He looked ready to strike. “Wait for them…you need a bigger weapon? Take the one from my side…the curved one.” He gestured slightly the Damascus blade on his hip. Sheathed. It looked powerful, felt powerful. A clearly magical item. Even from here she could tell this was better than her own weapons. Though he ran the risk of her running off with it…he was willingly to risk it as a show of good faith and trust. |
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| Shrista | Nov 10 2011, 03:21 PM Post #17 |
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"No fucking idea what they are, but it wouldn't surprise me if they've been following my trail." Moving close she pressed her back firmly against his, and shook her head trying to clear the glare of the light from her eyes so that she could see better. The support was welcome, and she was beginning to regret her earlier snappishness when he was showing such trust. Considering her background, she wouldn't have, but there you have it. Oh well. She'd at least think twice about sticking him if he tried anything funny. What was it they said about demons? They're lured to those who can work the worst types of magic, those who commit the worst crimes, the worst sins, the darkest deeds. Clearly something demonic was fueling the..things. Constructs, was the only fitting word she could apply to what finally decided to make its appearance to them. It loitered just outside the range of the firelight, most of what appeared to be an animal skull covering it's face. About seven foot tall she guessed, only by measuring it to Tekun, flesh and what looked to be moss, rotting cloth and moldering vines draped its stick-thin appendages as it lumbered around the edge of the light, that horrible whining sound emitting from somewhere under the skull, ending in slavering gurgles. "I haven't used a blade properly in about eighty years..." Casting a dubious glance at the warrior, she stuck her still-hot daggers into the ground at their feet and gripping his belt with one hand, drew the curved sword from the scabbard. Something niggled at her, just a feeling, and she moved the hand from his belt to his arm, shuddering at the sensation. Magic. But not ordinary, and definitely familiar. it was as though the armor cladding him was..alive. She fought the urge to snatch her palm back as though it had been burned and kept it there for the moment. "Careful. Something's off about it." Taking her hand off of him she examined her palm, tattooed as it was blood red, but there was nothing, not even the magic there gave a hint of what was up with him. Clutching the Damascus in both hands she pressed her back up against his once more and tried not to show her revulsion as another stepped from the trees. And another, and another, tilting their faces up, cold light burning in those dreadful eyes. Twisted visages reflecting her own face back at her. Swivelling to the side she noticed the ones angled at Tekun had his face. Bravado. A wry smile tugged at Shrista's lips as she planted her feet. Just like combat training, so very long ago, long enough that she hadn't even been a priestess then. "Hey! There can be only one of me, and I'm worth a hundred of you! Think you can take this? I'll kick your rotting carcass so hard it'll land in last week, then you can look forward to me kicking it again!" |
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| Tekun | Nov 10 2011, 03:33 PM Post #18 |
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These things were daemonic…her back against his. When he finally got a glance at them…when he could see their twisted faces. How they reflected his. A feral grin came across his face, the armor beckoned him to remove the pendent. MASSACRE! It screamed. It cooed…slaughter…bloodshed. He almost considered it but remembered, dare he say, his companion. He rushed forth. The blade was raised above his head as he came down on the beast with terrible speed. The blade slammed hard into and through the foe. CRASH! It hit the ground only to be spun through and RIP through another. They were utterly decimated….a wave of gore followed their collapsing bodies and entrails. Each strike followed through, a kill. It was like watching an artist at work. Terrifying in a way how well he wielded something so horrific. And then another…and another. It didn’t matter how many had been drawn to them. With each swing the unliving were ended. Part of the reason why Tekun didn’t let them get closer was…the stew. Don’t let the foul beast touch it. It was his meal…and he knew it was tasty. CRASH! Another fell as he began to circle about. The beast couldn’t exactly combat his assault well. Try as they might with their tendrils. Getting close to him was a death sentence and swarming as good a tactic as it was just didn’t work. They were weak, weak to him. That lust for their death was dying and becoming disappointment. It wasn’t his lust though. It was the armors. He turned and kept an eye on Shrista….she certainly had a mouth on her. It wasn’t exactly a bad thing. |
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| Shrista | Nov 10 2011, 03:43 PM Post #19 |
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Shrista laughed as the battle begun, shadowy forms flitting through the trees towards them only to fall to the steel, one way or another. Don't give your opponent an opening, block them at every turn and take whatever advantage you can get. The words of her mentor echoed in her thoughts as she moved calmly, whirling the blade with an expertise she thought she'd lost a long time ago. She was however, not as good as that time, and knew it. There wasn't much choice to the matter, she wasn't going to let them take her flesh. "Come on you sons of bitches, let's dance!" Weaves of air snipped out, whipping at the leering constructs, sending them clattering in heaps as she forced the legs out from under them. She might not have Tekun's bone-shattering force but she did at least still have her magic. The battle-lust erased the fear, the dread, and replaced it with a simple joy. Joy of purpose, if a brief one. All of them must die. Keeping her back to his was more difficult, and eventually they split. Inevitable but she wasn't about to be cleaved by that weapon he had, accident or not. And it was like a dance, weaving, ducking, sinuous and graceful even in recoiling from a hit, a bruise here, a slash there, the joy of simply being alive and feeling the blood pump as she fought to keep that place was enough to make her laugh, wild with abandon as she cleaved the creatures, only feeling a mild disappointment on realizing most of them were down. |
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| Tekun | Nov 10 2011, 03:54 PM Post #20 |
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CRASH! It came down, cleaving one that had almost gotten the jump on his companion…He looked about and all had gone eerily quiet. He kept his positioning for a moment. Listening in. Were they eliminated? A wind blew by and the stench of the dead filled the air. He made his way back to the fire as he began wiping down his blade with a cloth. They both probably wreaked. An unsettling silence filled the air…he looked about briefly. “I think that’s all of them…” Somehow over the smell of all the dead the stew managed to stand out above it all. It brought a smile to his face. It wasn’t spoiled… “Well…at least this is good.” He look at the steaming pot of food…he had worked up a bit of an appetite after all. He looked about. One more time to make sure the enemy was actually routed. He was sure they hadn’t missed anyone. And if they had, well it might be a fatal mistake. Stay on your toes and all. “You okay Shrista?” He checked on his ally who might very well be covered in blood and filth as well. For someone who hadn’t fought in forever…she did pretty well. Even though the opponent was unworthy. |
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| Shrista | Nov 10 2011, 04:16 PM Post #21 |
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Shrista turned, about to lash out with a backlash of air when Tekun's blade near enough exploded the enemy into a mass of tiny bone shards flying through the air, pattering as they hit the ground. It was over, the silence descending was simply that of a once again, calm campsite. She bounced on the balls of her feet a moment, a wide grin splitting her face. "Hah, did you see that last one? It went everywhere." Checking herself, she cleared her throat delicately, gaze shifting quickly from side to side to check there were no more. "I mean. We are victorious." She crouched, stabbing the sword into the ground to clear it of anything...unsightly, and withdrew it again, a little cleaner, then making a dissatisfied noise in her throat, picked up her cloak and scrubbed it down. It would wash off, at least she hoped. Tekun seemed to be more interested in the stew than anything else at any rate. Would he notice if she pinched it and ran off like some cheap harlot in the night? Probably, and he'd likely catch her too. Not that she was going to. Who'd honestly have enough coin to buy something like that on the market anyway? Returning to the fire she proffered the hilt to him, though was unable to meet his gaze. "About earlier...I didn't mean it...well I did. But I didn't. It's not every day someone just wanders in while you're trying to get your head down, y'know?" She twisted a handful of her cloak in her fist, the words a little bitter on her tongue. Sorry was not a word she enjoyed saying, if ever. An alien thing to her, she couldn't recall having actually said it and meant it since coming topside. "I guess...what I meant is...thanks. I can handle some but that many..well they'd have made mincedmeat of me." There, it was said, and now she'd not have to do it again. She wrinkled her nose, sniffing at one pauldron and then inching a little closer to Tekun, wrinkled her nose again. I'm going to take a damned bath if the water is so cold I freeze to death. At least I won't smell like...like something crawled up someone else's arse and died. "I'm fine. Couple of bruises, nothing serious." She scanned him briefly but couldn't detect any serious wounds, still, never hurt to ask. It was the least she could do considering the circumstances. "Are you hurt? I can..eh, heal, wounds." Heal wasn't the right word and she knew it. Dark magic in itself. Blood magic. Not that she was about to admit it, but it was probably her fault those undead had come sneaking along with such hunger in the first place. Not that they were ever said to be on this side of the water. |
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| Tekun | Nov 10 2011, 06:42 PM Post #22 |
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"Hah, did you see that last one? It went everywhere. I mean. We are victorious." He couldn’t help but laugh when she said it. He closed his eyes and tried to take in her seriousness. He simply nodded. When she did it before turning attention to the stew. She avoided his face but he took the blade back. That smile only became a bit wider. She trusted him. "About earlier...I didn't mean it...well I did. But I didn't. It's not every day someone just wanders in while you're trying to get your head down, y'know?" “No harm done.” He retorted to her, he hadn’t taken the threats or words to heart at all. Her apology was unneeded, he had already forgiven her. “And not a problem…seems I was at the right place at the right time. Fortunately.” He didn’t regret fighting. “And glad to hear it…” She wasn’t hurt, that was more reassuring. “Unneeded. I’m not harmed seriously. If something minor struck me…it would regenerate…it’s odd. But my ability to self heal is…just that. But thank you.” He took a seat and produced two fresh bowls. “Care to celebrate?” He offered her a bowl. This one was interesting for sure, he was glad to possibly have a friend. Even if society would look down on her for being what she was. He didn't care. He could look past that. |
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| Shrista | Nov 10 2011, 07:27 PM Post #23 |
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"Mm." She nodded, gratefully accepting the bowl, then peering curiously at the mixture. It smelt good, meat, and something else, with spices added, and water, so that it made some kind of thick broth. "What's in it?" Idle small talk. She was considering what he'd said about regenerating, self healing. Did it have something to do with what she'd felt earlier? It had made her feel dirty then, greasy and wishing for a bath, more so than the fact that she was currently still wearing most of their enemies from the previous scuffle. A bonus to not wearing much she supposed, there wasn't much to clean afterwards. At least the pair of them had come through more or less intact. The creatures were odd with their twisted faces, like nothing she'd seen before, and picking up a scrap of bone watched as it disintegrated in her hand, becoming like dark dust. They hadn't been very strong either. What about next time? What if next time something really bad comes along and I'm not lucky enough to have someone with me? I have to regain my gifts somehow, or at least learn to control them now without Lolth's guiding hand. If I don't, the next one could easily be the end of everything. Shrista sat peering troubled into her bowl, lost in thought for the moment. She knew it had only been a matter of time before she started attracting things from the other side, it had happened often enough in the Underdark, but back then she was distinctly more difficult to get at, and had more control over what she was doing. It hadn't been a problem shredding them to pieces back then. She rubbed idly at a bruise rising on her skin, shadow on shadow, undecided on a course of real action. This..this could be our purpose. It's not much of one, but it's a start. First, control. It had been a sobering lesson, that much was evident. You can't run forever, and she'd found out that hiding did no good a long time ago. How morbid. Every time I fight I end up thinking about dying again. "Alright, food first, and then a bath. I don't feel like walking around stinking like a week old carcass. I believe this means, I owe you a debt, so ask of me what you will." |
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| Tekun | Nov 10 2011, 08:30 PM Post #24 |
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“Venison, Sweet potatoes, Herbs, mushrooms, a couple of miscellaneous spices. Nothing horrible. It’s actually damn good…I think I finally got the recipe down.” He smiled triumphantly, proudly. Yet this woman seemed troubled yet. He wondered why as he poured himself some. A debt then? Oh….could he? He could. He needed friends and she was trustworthy and coordinated with a blade. Besides. He thought she needed a friend too. Why not? “Then I’ll ask you to assist me with a most urgent matter. Doing this means more to me then anything. Do not feel obligated to do this because I saved your life…” He tried to play it off like it was no big deal. “I’m afflicted with the curse of Berserk. I have a temporary solution and have grown weary of it…I long for a time where I need not worry about snapping. I’m trying my best here…but it’s only a matter of time before something happens.” He looked down at the ground almost shamefully and drank from the bowl, a slight smirk emerged simply due to flavor. He pulled it away and frowned once more. “I want help breaking it…I’m trying to find a way. Got only a handful of obscure leads but…” Truth be told…he wanted help because he was afraid. But he also knew that the journey was going to be exceedingly hard and may flat out die on the way there. “Would you?” |
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| Shrista | Nov 10 2011, 09:04 PM Post #25 |
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After listening to his story, she tilted her head on one side, watching him, then hesitantly copied, raising the bowl to her lips and drank. Her eyes widened a touch and she lifted it, drinking a little too fast and near burning her mouth. "It's good. So much flavor." Her small mottled tongue darted around her lips and she wiped her mouth on the back of her hand, placing the bowl neatly in her lap. A curse then, and it sounded rather...troublesome. The type that could bring a lot of action too. She did so enjoy danger. A small ironic smile touched her lips at that and she allowed her eyes to flick over him where he sat. A..friend. Well, she'd not had one of those since...since she had her heart broken she supposed. Would it be worth placing the sort of trust in him that said she'd willingly place her life in his hands and take the same responsibility unto herself? It was asking a lot, but taken on the grounds of a debt that she had to repay... He seems sincere enough. And he's not tried to kill me. That in itself says more than words could...and it's not like he's placing a gaese on me. It's choice. In which case...I should probably divulge that little snippet of information. "I'll help you, but I need to clarify something. I know my people are notorious for...let's just say, blackmail, betrayal, backstabbing. I'm not about to go back on my word, I have that much honor." Her face was serious now, hard, without the softness of mirth or thought. It needed to be said, and now it had been. "I wouldn't put it past you to think that of me...I mean...I would." She smiled then. "There's...something else. Doesn't matter where you go, if I'm following, there's going to be trouble eventually. At least until I can learn to control myself. Ah, that is, not like that! I mean, my strength lies in my...magic." She looked down at the bowl in her lap and frowned again, trying to figure out the best way to put it without causing whatever image she had managed to make fall any further. "My kind isn't well liked anyway and I'm not about to go throwing it around, but my methods aren't exactly orthodox. And since I was exiled...it's like I'm learning to use it all over again. You'd think it's easier, but it's not. And those..things. Whatever the hell they were, were probably drawn here because of it. It's not going to make people like me any better if they know." She drank from the bowl again, resettling it on her knees, then checked him with a piercing gaze, all seriousness again. "I thought it was right you know that I'm..I'm a sorceress. And I deal with blood magic. So if you choose to revoke your offer, I'll find another way to repay you." |
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