A bold new world

Once the ride was pleasant enough, the moment the horse was not nervous anymore, as was the initial reaction in most animals to his race, Sith turns to chat with his fellow mage Roland.
"Well... Roland, our magic styless are so different that we could learn from each other something. For example, for a mind reader like you it would be interesting to notice that even if we look alike, our minds are very different. I would have trouble reading your innermost thoughts, and I'm used to it..." he smiles with an enigmatic smile "... you could probably read my lessser thoughts, the exterior ones, lets put it that way." He grins knowingly. "As a snake sheds its though skin and gets a new one, so our brains are formed by a lot of different layers, like an onion."
Well, lets talk about something a bit more ... urgent.
Mikba was a teacher for thieves / assassins, and he had some followers. I don't know now, but then the group had about 10 ssouls... Most of them newbies. The Tome I'm interested in is an old one that fell into Mikba's hands recently, stealing it from some old mage... who in turn 'acquired' it from one of my race, the great old Snake Mage Ssshra. The Tome, which is said to contain his human magic studies, iss protected sssomehow, and, the most interesting thing, has a geas and a curse that causes anyone that has it for more than 3 years to covet it, but be destined to have it stolen, normally dying in the process. That's the bad news, I would have to ssstudy the Tome to be able to overcome the protections, the good news is I know how to cleanse it from the curse... That's why I asked you for 10% instead of 5%, which would be the decent thing if the Tome had no protection. If you want, after I've learnt the only thing that interests me from there, I can sell it in exchange of a future favour..." thus said, he extends his hand towards, to seal a pact. The light plays strange tricks on the hand, as if it was something more than a simple handshake...
 
How interesting, Gardeen thought. The Tome must be of some worth, more than the ignorant thieves' bounty that's for sure. Sith knows something we do not. Why do I have the feeling he will leave us cut and dry when the time comes...? And Vixen... I trust her. She has this need to protect us, but I know a thing or to... I can cover myself. I am adept horseman, and an adept tracker. I am trained with sword- that they do not know. I went to train as a Knight, but... I... oh, does it matter? Why do I punish myself my opening old wounds...? I only trained to be a knight because my father wanted me to. But there is something wrong, with Vixen... She is not all she seems. If this plan is to work, we have to work together. And there is one thing that my lady has kept from them all... Better to keep the naive country bumbkin act- let them think that's all I am.
"Penny for your thoughts, love?" Asked Theresa, her smile warm.
"Nothing, nothing." He stopped, then sighed again. "Like a rock my patience shall be, strong and unmovable..."
"...And a river my courage shall be, free-willed and cool," finished Theresa. "How very stirring. Proper warrior speech, that." Both laughed; how to laugh, dispite what was to come!
"Theresa, have you thought...? Will you use your weaving skills, if the time is needed...?" He let the words trail; he knew the outcome.
"No. I won't. Not when I am with child," she said, and pulled her horse back to walk behind. Vixen over heard the conversation with interest. Weaving skills indeed...



[Edited by Lady_Aline on 07-04-2000 at 11:38 AM]
 
Vixen sits quietly, now and then she strokes her gray's strong neck as she rides. She had overheard the young lovers and was intrigued by the "weaving skills" Gardeen referred to. Vixen had noted Theresa's protectiveness towards her as yet unborn child. She wondered at the youthful bravado, of the two running off, clearly out of wedlock to fend for themselves. The boy in particular, if he truely was the son of a knight, must of left a fare comfortable exsistence, as for the girl, she appeared love-struck, but the expensive clothes did nothing to hide the fact that she was at best a farmer's daughter. Her abrupt speech, held none of the refinement of her lover's.

She clicked her horse urging it further ahead. Weaving skills, could refer to almost anything, but she had the distinct impression it was not simple cloth making that they referred to, especially if she feared for her child if she should attempt it. Thus, magick again. It was true that some of the most powerful magick, the magick that started it all, was the purest magick, the magick of the land itself, who else could learn it but the people who worked it themselve? She surmised. It would do her well to keep an eye on those two she thought. She had also noticed the Sith talking to Roland. She wondered if he realised the extent of Roland's treacherous traits.

Her grey wolf came out onto the road ahead of her. He sat patiently awaiting her. She easily slide off her horse stopping it several feet away, knowing that it would be overly stressed by the animal. She walked to the wolf and knelt before it on one knee. Her head bowed respectfully, the wolf returned the curtesy. They stared into each others eyes, Vixen seemed almost in a trance for several seconds as the wolf lent her what he had seen ahead. The road divided... that until then, nothing he could sense with his own senses, but the division of the road seemed, strange to him. This was as far as he could go. Vixen nodded in acceptance. She returned to her pack and removed a freshly killed hare she had killed for him earlier when they had collected supplies, she offered it to him, he sniffed, then carefully picked it up in his mouth before bounding off into the trees again.

Vixen frowned, she returned to her horse and easily leapt into the saddle and continued forward, the others not so very far behind her. Finally they reached the cross-roads and Vixen understood the wolf's uncertainty about it. It looked as if originally the road had continued straight ahead, but now the only clear road, had split and headed in two different directions. She pondered this. Neither went directly West, and without a map, who knew if they turned them even further away from their destination, the trees still kept vision at a minimum. New trees filled in the original road, and seemed at least 10 years old going by their height. Vixen waited for the others to catch up, she faced Roland and the Sith... "so gentlemen, any suggestions? Which path do we take?"
 
Roland: brilliant stratagie..learn his magics first..hehe heh heh

"we must nor approach the den directly or a scout may spot us..."

as a magic map appears infront of the group roland creats a path on the map

"there now a path exists that i can only see it leads to an unguarded sectoin of wall we will leave the explosives 200 yards from the wall on the corner stone then when i detonate it will distract enough attenton for or lizard friend here to shadowwalk us through the wall and to a hiding place this method however is risky as the guard will then be on full alert so we must get in fast!"

"I can get us into a small out of the way huttt and we can plan our next actionssss from there!"
said the snake man

"i agree.. off we go then!"

as we trotted down the invisable path i secretly talked to the snake man..

"i belive black mage that the old mage u refer to is m own Father!"

the snakemanwas stunned at his words

"y-you mean your father was the one who stole the tome!"

"aye i do and if you are going to kill me i think u will find me more than a match for your abilitys! as for the tome... i would like very much for it to be returned to its rightful owners as i already have memorized the book! but im afraid u will be unable to use it...as my father placed an unbreakable lock on it that only I know the password to!"

Perfect....now for the setup!!
 
Roland:as we reached a small clearing and it was getting dark and the watch would now be magi i decided to make camp..

"well now that we are all setup howabout some campfire food?
i can make a mean Steak!"

"oh snake man would you please go find some better fire wood
i think this stuff is wet and i wouldnt risk a magical flame near magical watchers.."

the snake man hissed somthing about being treated like the help and trugged off

"sir knight please let me and vixen have a bit of privicy?

"of course sir :wink wink:"

"bugg off!"

"now my dear you think i am despicable??"
"i am hardly that madam..in fact i am far from it for you see this mikba man killed my father and destroyed my town and now this snake man wants my fathers most prized possesion The Tome Of Human Magics! no i am not despicable but much like you. doing what i must to survive...you would find it well to know that i intend on keeping you around for quite some time so do not fear your trust in me! and as for your talents i think that one day you might warrent magi training as many know the first requirement is survival skills and Quickness!"

"but this talk must remain secret, tomorrow we raid the castle and Avenge my father!!!"
 
Vixen looked stunned as Roland managed to manouvere it so they were alone in the clearing. She gulped, fearing him suddenly. Her breath became laboured as she considered her options. Keep her around??... What was she??... A possession?? She listened to him, and his tale about his father. How could she trust him she wondered?

He leaned forward, urging her to trust him. Her eyes hardened, but she noticed the gleam in his eye, his predatory look as he glanced over her feminine curves. She knew he was powerful, and she couldn't believe it, but... she found the idea of learning magick, very tempting. He was after all very powerful. His hand drifted up to carress her cheek, she shuddered, not wanting to respond to his touch. How could the knight leave her like this, wait... she realised it must have been Roland's magick tampering with the knights mind... and when did she start thinking of the knights ability to protect her? She realised, that his movements, like a knight fully trained, damn, how did she let his country bumpkin act fool her?

She realised she would have to tread extremely carefully around this Roland. She attempted a smile, "of course Sir, indeed, w.w.we should keep our heads, your revenge, will come about tomorrow for sure!" She stammered, trying to hide her fear. She moved back, he followed, she found herself pressed up against a tree and felt a rush of real panic. Roland leaned forward and kisses her lips feeling them tremble under his. She moved suddenly sliping out of his reach. He watched as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "So," he thinks, "she is unused to a man's attentions, how intriguing" he smiles to himself, "this will be most enjoyable a conquest"

Vixen hurries over to her pack and searches through it, praying the others would return to camp soon. She takes out some throwing knives and begins practising, throwing them at a nearby tree, making pretty patterns, her aim uncanny, the blades wizzed and thudded into the wood with satisfying sound. Gardeen and Theresa returned, they both looked flushed, like young lovers should, Gardeen seemed unaware that he had been influenced by Roland. The two lovers sat together, close, feeding each other food from their packs. Finally Sith returned, carrying a bundle of wood and looking angrily at Roland. Finally Vixen felt she could relax. She didn't understand this talk about a tome... surely... magick was what you could do naturally, did a book really hold so much power? She shook her head... walking over to the tree... removing the blades she had thrown. Damn that man, she thought, kissing her like that... she shuddered again at the memory... pressing her forehead against the cool, rough surface of the bark... as she tried to unjumble her thoughts...

[Edited by Moneytalks on 07-04-2000 at 11:30 PM]
 
Roland: heh heh heh now it is time to finally strike the last nail in the coffin...time to make her my partner in crime...

quickly and sliently i was able to get rid of the meddeling two athough she was no on alert and her blades wer out quickly but i was far quicker and disarming her

as i rushed over to her grabbing her twirling her around so she faced me i sneered

"they wont return until i tell them to and the snake man cant get near he thinks that a battle is being waged...now is the time to make your descion! join me and together we can become the most powerful two mages on the planet!if you accept then kiss me back!"

i snaped with the last words and burrowed a deep passionate kiss on her lips and withdrew it is now time for human will to comeinto play....

[Edited by Roland Gilliad on 07-04-2000 at 11:31 PM]
 
Vixen realises too late that she is far enough away from the camp site not to be noticed as Roland approaches her. Vixen struggles against his strong arms... her face showing her conflicting emotions... his kiss still burned on her lips... he watched her so intensely... what did he mean? His partner?... but, that would mean betraying the others... she didn't think she could do it... but to deny him, would he try and kill her too?

She let herself lean forward, her body quivering with fear... her lips, soft and cool brushed across his. This was not the sort of kiss he desired... roughly he pulled her close, deepening the kiss. He felt her struggle weakly, before she finally responded, letting him plunder her mouth with his tongue. He lifted his head, his gaze hard as he looked at her flushed surprised face... he grinned and let her go... good enough he thinks...

[Edited by Moneytalks on 07-04-2000 at 11:44 PM]
 
Thoughts that cannot be read of Rolands: must keep this prosess to myself.... vixen is now my partner.....heh this is good i shall start her training tomorrow i will give her some minor attack magics so that she can see what power she weilds...she may have more natural ability than i..thats what makes her an exeptional theif.....now to sleep this has been a tiring day tomorrow My vengance will be Compleate!
 
NOTE TO MONEYTALKS!:this has nothing to do with the story but scince my e-mails down and i cq on the fritz this is only way to say this message:

I would like to thank you mam for helping me on this thread and story i can promise you Great things and no i wont kill anyone anytime soon! so thanks a bunch and PEACE!!

sorry bout that.....heh heh heh i make misktakes some times

[Edited by Roland Gilliad on 07-05-2000 at 12:12 AM]
 
ooc:... okay Roland... [smiles]... no worries... and thanx back at ya... also... i'm a Ms... not a Sir... [winks]


IC:

Vixen watches as Roland settles down to sleep. He doesn't look at all fazed by their kiss like she was. She struggles to control her conflicting emotions. She urolls her own bed roll and lies down... staring up at the stars through the canopy of trees. She sighs, she never gets tired of the sight of the stars above...
 
Suddenly a tree explodes outwards and splinters hit the trees across the campsite, a demon in a black cloak with a great scimitar barged out. "Who here is the mage Roland", it demanded. Roland had leapt up when the tree splinters flew across the camp. Roland asked in a stern voice what it was. "I am a Blade Demon, slave of my master who bids thee welcome to his ebon stronghold".

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[Edited by Havocman on 07-06-2000 at 11:11 AM]
 
Roland: as i see vixen stare at the stars...she reminds me of my first love...more beutiful than all of the girls in town...and twice as Nice.....we had a thing for a while until my magical talent was discovered then i was shut away from the world to train in the red arts...it was horrid at first as i cried myself to sleep but then i found ways in the magic to keep me company , the ability to summon a tree spirit to keep my loins in line and a water spirit to talk to and to listen to tales of the outside world ...oh no di i just ay that outloud...i think i did as vixen is in stiches i think she thought i was joking ....

"Im not!"

"of course your not! -Snikker-"

"i can prove it!"

that shut her up i think she must have thought i would bring up a demon or somthing

i looked at her softly

"no not like that like this!"

i chanted a small spell and a nearby tree transformed into the most Hunky guy she had ever seen! 10' long he was and stiff as a tree

"you want some?"

she shook her head no as i didnt blame her and quickly changed him back...
wow i havent done that in a while and its almost light out probably one of the tricks of mikbas to throw travelers off...im pretty well rested so i got up and started a fire and looked at vixen kindly and smiled...rolando old boy you shore know how to pick em

then out of no were my danger senses went off like mad...oh no it cant be....it is....draga the demon....hes in brimston....... looking for me....o FUCK!!!! i screamed out loud waking the prince and the snake man

"whats all the ruckusssssss"

i replied
"Draga.....hes after me again"
i sunk down and quickly chanted a protect all spell

"quickly ready your gear with the greatest of haste! if you know who draga is snake man then prepare the horses,knight rouse your wife, pregnent or not me must get where he cannot follow until i can figure out a plan now Go ready your selves if ou value your lives!!

[Edited by Roland Gilliad on 07-05-2000 at 12:05 AM]
 
" My master is not this Draga, it is the dark lord Lokken, he wishes to confer with thee upon a few subjects, what does thou answer?"
 
"If thee wishes, you mayst bring thy fools along, though I see no reason".
 
"And as my master expected thee not to come along he, bids stay with thee for naught but thy protection. Do not sayeth no or I shall have to force this COMMAND into you"

[Edited by Morgoth on 07-05-2000 at 12:26 AM]
 
ok fine u can stay we need some muscle.. no offense knight Now comon we gotta get moving ok!

Note: this arguement is now officaly over please let the story continue
 
(Hey I have a question, I am sort of new at this, so could you tell me how to display the latest reply, please.)
 
(Ok thanks)

"So where shall we set off first", the brutish demon asked pulling a sword from it's arm and grinning wickedly.
 
Roland Gilliad said:
Roland: as i see vixen stare at the stars...she reminds me of my first love...more beutiful than all of the girls in town...and twice as Nice.....we had a thing for a while until my magical talent was discovered then i was shut away from the world to train in the red arts...it was horrid at first as i cried myself to sleep but then i found ways in the magic to keep me company , the ability to summon a tree spirit to keep my loins in line and a water spirit to talk to and to listen to tales of the outside world ...oh no di i just ay that outloud...i think i did as vixen is in stiches i think she thought i was joking ....

"Im not!"

"of course your not! -Snikker-"

"i can prove it!"

that shut her up i think she must have thought i would bring up a demon or somthing

i looked at her softly

"no not like that like this!"

i chanted a small spell and a nearby tree transformed into the most Hunky guy she had ever seen! 10' long he was and stiff as a tree

"you want some?"

she shook her head no as i didnt blame her and quickly changed him back...
wow i havent done that in a while and its almost light out probably one of the tricks of mikbas to throw travelers off...im pretty well rested so i got up and started a fire and looked at vixen kindly and smiled...rolando old boy you shore know how to pick em

then out of no were my danger senses went off like mad...oh no it cant be....it is....draga the demon....hes in brimston....... looking for me....o FUCK!!!! i screamed out loud waking the prince and the snake man

"whats all the ruckusssssss"

i replied
"Draga.....hes after me again"
i sunk down and quickly chanted a protect all spell

"quickly ready your gear with the greatest of haste! if you know who draga is snake man then prepare the horses,knight rouse your wife, pregnent or not me must get where he cannot follow until i can figure out a plan now Go ready your selves if ou value your lives!!

[Edited by Roland Gilliad on 07-05-2000 at 12:05 AM]


Vixen looks at Roland with new found respect. Hearing his words she quickly gathers her belongings, she see's Theresa having some difficulty rolling her mat and hurries over to help her. Theresa looks up her eyes steady, though her face looks slightly pale. "Tis okay Theresa, we will protect you and the unborn child..." Vixen smiles comfortingly, handing the neatly rolled bedding to her.

She turns to face the newcomer. Standing just behind Roland, her stance defensive. She flexes, rolling her shoulders, loosening up... she withdraws one knife in each hand and stands ready. She hears Gardeen withdraw a sword from his pack as he too stands beside her.

The Sith looks unconcerned, he stands alone on the other side of the clearing, watching as the events unfold...

Vixen throws a knife up into the air, catching it easily. "Why does he talk as if he knows you Roland?" her voice suspicious...
 
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