Darmus By Night

[Guest]

Valdimer


Holding the locket in his hand, Val examined it. He first looked at the sketch of her mother, and then to Thorne. He stared for a moment, and then looked at the picture of her father, and then looked back to her. "Your father seems the adventuring type. I'm sure he was a good man. Being a freak is a matter of opinion? Well, yes, it is. And in mine, I do not see you as one. You seem just like the rest of us to me. I mean, look around," he said with a laugh. "You keep comany with a vampire, a were creature, a boy that can comunicate with animals, a witch, a person that can change shape," pointing to Kylissa, " and a page boy that appears out of nowhere. Now, tell me if that's not freakish." he finished with a smile.


"As far as your anger goes.....I really dont know what to tell you on that, though it does seem like a good defense, if you ever choose to use it, and I hope not on me." he said, giving her a wink............

 

[Valdimer]

Unregistered is me......Grrrrrrrr.

 

[LadyDarkFire]

Thorne:

Snapping her head up quickly to look at Valdimer, Thorne sat there, agape. "You think I would. . . I could . . . NO never, I hate it. I don't want the fire to come out." She continued to studder for a few more denials, then, realizing she sounded like a complete idiot, Thorne shut up and thought her way through her next statements. "I guess that I truely wanted to know if there was a part of the human culture that I belonged to. I mean, the test for elven blood did show very weird results, but they said that I definately wasn't elven. About the only place that seems to suit me is Shadowfax Farms. I guess I just wanted to know if there was a reason I was how I am, an explanation for me. You have the explanation of being turned, Cervantes, of being bitten, and I'm guessing Kylissa has an explanation. Rocky, I would guess is a were, or an elf, or has the touch of magic. I've studied the races extensively. In no race is there a tendancy that does not show up in either parent to try and burn down the local flora and fauna when you get miffed at someone! Unless you are from a family of flamestarters, you don't start a bonfire, and even then, you have to be intensly focused, not just minorly startled."

 

[Guest]

Valdimer
OOC: Relic is one of the god's worshiped on darmus. He is the god of all that is good and just in the world. Just a little insight there.


"Thorne...I didnt mean that you would...I'm sorry." he said, his hand reaching for her. He stopped himself, and pulled his hand back, and let his shoulders fall. "Thorne, if it makes you feel any better, I dont belong to any part of the human culture. Maybe at one time, but that is gone now. All I have left is the few friends that choose to travel with me, and my horse. And believe me, I didnt want this, nor did I ever ask for it. If I could, I'd change it in a heartbeat." Letting out a sigh, Val looked to Thorne, his eyes filled with compassion and sorrow. " I wish there was something I could tell you, but there isnt. It's all in Relic's hands now, I guess. You will find out, one day though." he finished, his eyes focused on Thorne.......

 

[LadyDarkFire]

Thorne:

Sighing, Thorne nodded, her eyes falling to look at the floor again. "I guess that's the way it goes then." She felt the tears threatening to fall, but fought with her own emotions. She'd never cried before, that she could remember, and always kept herself under control. She stood up, whiping free the solitary tear from her eye and flicking it from her fingertip. A small teardop of Jade hit the seat where she was sitting, the tear that Thorne had shed. She didn't notice, too busy fighting down the tidal wave of emotions that threatened to overwhelm her.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Stirring in his sleep, cervie still dreamed. It was static and abrubt, but it flashed in his mind like a fire, uncontainable...

"BOY!" His father called, violence evident in it... The boy ran for all he was worth, a lush forest consuming him, granting him silence from his fathers harsh calls. Cervantes became aware that it was a dream suddenly, but it was as though he were watching it all from afar. He was five, mayhaps younger, walking through a forest, alone... And free, he'd never known freedom till that moment... He found the tree stump in the middle of the woods and sat, feeling as regal as a king, he'd never felt that before either, but he knew he liked it, not the self importance of it, just the freedom... His heart would have sung it if it was able... The girl came around then... Asking some stupid question or other as he was flying on his feelings. He was blunt and rude, his dad always said he was, what else was he supposed to be??? But she slapped him upside the head and told him to shape up or ship out. He'd cried, she'd called him a foo foo wussy boy and he pouted then but stopped his tears, not wanting to give anyone the satisfaction of seeing him be a 'wuss'... So they talked about frogs and rats and other cool stuff, and he was happy, and she was soo cool that he didn't want to leave, but the day was gone and he really had to go... She frowned, he frowned, cause they both knew that he was gonna get tailed within an inch of his life by his drunken dad... Still that was the only home he really knew and he really had no other place to go... "When the going gets tough, come back... I'm here, I'm always here... I'll teach you things..." The girl said with a smile. "No harm will come for you in this forest." She promised. Cervie rushed off, waving as he went, a not so innocent five year old, who knew far too much pain...

With a snort, Cervantes woke up, he'd dreamt the first strike of his fathers hand... "Nothing so cruel..." He thought, but when he opened his eyes, Kiahra was standing there... He couldn't help but smile.

 

[Nobody Special's wife]

Kiahra:

She looked a Cervie and smiled.. Kiahra always knew when he was dreaming of the past.. and how it hurt him.. She remembered how young he was and all that she taught him...

Kiahra smiled to herself.. "Yup he was such a little shit" . But for the long run she saved him and Kiahra thought he saved her too.. She wasn't lonely those days ... And she always knew when he needed her, he would come back to the forest....

 

[Firesprite]

KyLissa

Picking up the tear of Jade that had fallen from Thornes finger, Kylissa stared at its beauty in wonder.

Setting it on the table in front of Valdimer and stated quietly, "I won't allow you to kill the dragon"

Leaving the table, she left Thorne and Valdimer alone, sure that their conversation needed privacy.



Smelling the reek of cooking human-flesh Kylissa went to Rocky.

 

[PmTick]

Orion finished his practice and returned to the exterior of the cabin. On his way back he had found a wooden children's flute in the grass. He picked up the flute and proceeded to walk to a clearing just opposite of the cabin, far away enough so that he woulnd't disturb the sleeping party inside the cabin. He pressed the flute to his undead lips, closing his eyes he began to play a melody that had remained in his heart even in death. The song was playing at his wedding not more than 6 months before he was killed.

The delicate notes brought back memories of his sailor friends crowding inside a chruch and later drinking until the next night. His own words echoed in his head, "Scarlet I will always love you and I will always protect you." It was probably the biggest celebration he had ever been a part of, despite the fact it set him up for his downfall.

 

[Valdimer]

Valdimer



Val wanted to hold her, to pull her into his arms and tell her everything would be ok, but he held back, not wanting what happened outside to happen agian. "Thorne......" was all he could really say. He watched as the jade colored tear fall from her eye, and let out a heavy sigh. "If there is anything I can do...." he said, sorrow filling his eyes........

 

[Guest]

Matthias the Messenger:

Reappearing in the woods behind Orion, he walks up behind Orion as he is playing his new found flute "That is a nice tune you are playing, though it is rather old."

Orion almost startled by the boys words, turns and looks to the boy wile still playing the tune.

"Remember the deal you made with Formalle. For you to live again as you once were, for the safe return of the Lady Dragon to him."

The boy gives Orion a kind smile, turns around and walks back into the forest and dissappears.


OOC: PmTick...... To anwer your earlier Question.... I like the New posts Not to affend or anything, but they are more thought out and better charactor building... I'm happy that Ravenloft didn't scare you away with your earlier posts... I like what you are doing with your charactor now....

 

[Nobody Special]

that is mine all mine and nobosyelses but mine... sorry for the extra post...

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[LadyDarkFire]

Thorne:

Nodding, she reguarded Valdimer, her eyes looking older than her physical age. "Thank you Valdimer, but there is nothing to do. I'll just go back and restart Shadowfax Farms. Though he may not of been my father by blood, the man that raised me did instill in me a care for animals, and a knowledge of horses. I do appriciate the offer, and if you are ever in need of a new horse, you are always welcome to come by and choose out a foal, or green trained. As you've seen from Talesin, while they may be a bit bigger than average, Shadowfax horses are definately calm under fire." She tried to laugh at her own joke about her tendancy when angered, but couldn't find the part of her soul that held it.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Sitting up, Cervie nodded to Kiahra with a mixed look of emotion on his face. It faded away as he pushed the dark dreams from his mind and stood. He rubbed his forehead as he started to walk back into the cabin. "Thorne, Val... He said in a dry voice as he slumped down into a seat.

 

[LadyDarkFire]

Thorne:

Looking at Cervantes, Thorne sighed and braced herself for another day. "Sleep well Cervantes?" She noticed he didn't look well rested and wondered what that was about. One would think he would have crashed after the shortened sleep he had gotten the night before.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

"As well as an empty bed allows..." Cervie said with a smile that was ment to be sly, but failed miserably as he didn't have the mind for it just then.

 

[LadyDarkFire]

Thorne:

Sighing, Thorne looked around before back at Cervantes. She wondered why it was so hard for her to cry. She'd always remembered her mother telling her No Tears, but her mother had never given her a reason. She took her seat again, looking at the table and wondering if that piece of Jade had always been there.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

"You know Thorne... I have more than enough coin on me to allow Shadowfax to run for far longer than you could live... If you want out of all this now... I have no qualms about just giving you what you would need to be happy for the rest of your life, if not more..." Cervie just started talking out of the blue. His words were true though, he did have enough for more than ten life times...

 

[LadyDarkFire]

Thorne:

Looking shocked, Thorne reguarded Cervantes. "I don't want charity, Cervantes. Thank you for the offer, but no thank you. I want to earn Shadowfax back. This quest will allow me to do it, and without me, how are you going to get past that dragon for Valdimer's stone? I'm part of the Bloodstone family, and I do NOT take handouts." She had a bit of color, or what could be considered color on Thorne, back now, mainly because she hadn't realized just how much she had been moping. This wasn't like her at all.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

"Its not a hand out... I have... I have a feeling that you will find something out that you will not particularly like in this quest... And damn it, for some bloody reason I feel the urge to protect you from it!" Cervantes suddenly snapped, surprising even himself.

 

[LadyDarkFire]

Thorne:

Reguarding Cervantes carefully, Thorne thought for a second and then spoke. "If you want to protect me, you're going to have to fire me, and then accept your money back. I will Not back down from knowledge, even horrible knowledge. To censor your own vision is the way to give yourself the most weaknesses." She looked at him with eyes hardened to steel. She wasn't going to back down from this.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:


Tilting his head to the side, cervie looked hard upon Thorne. "Something's coming, and its far, FAR worse than what I could ever be... If you feel you need to see it, then stay, but if I have put you off as much as it seems... If I were you, I would run from here as fast as I could... Violence is a part of our kind, not always becasue we enjoy it, but because life is violent, and if you can't stand that, you should go... NOW!" Cervie's eyes held concern, but his tone was harsh. Something was severly bothering him. He fell silent then. It was in the air around him, and it made the hair on his neck bristle.

 

[LadyDarkFire]

Thorne:

Looking at Cervantes with the same stubborn expression, Thorne spoke in a voice that was deadly calm. "If I need to, I can handle violence. You honestly think that I can go on quests without seeing violence before this? I am a magess, and a good one at that. If you want someone else, fire me and accept your money back, if not, then don't tell me that I'm not capable of doing my job. If you really need it, I can tell you my entire history. I've never once lost a party member to death or anything else. Nor has any party ever lost a horse under my care. In fact, in the 8 years I've been taking quests, I've helped parties reach their treasure and gold every time. I'm fully capable of handling myself, I have a dagger and know how to use it in case my magic alone is not good enough. I just ensure that I never have to use anything agressive by knowing other ways to drop enemies." With that she looked at Valdimer. "Anything you'd like to add to reasons why I should turn and run now?" She was quiet in her determined voice, but her cheeks were flushed with frustration at herself. She'd never had a party doubt her before, she'd always done a good job. Carefull training and a quick mind had gotten her through everything thus far, and she was determined to make it get her through even more.

 

[PmTick]

OOC: Thanks Nobody Special, I'm still learning a bit but I'm trying to flesh Orion out a bit more. Surprisingly one can really get tired of an undead zombie whose appendages keep falling off. Is anyone playing Formalle? I want to pm them to talk about possible ideas before posting anything about that. Til then I think Orion will play on the rock until it's time to go after the dragon.

 

[Xander]

Walter Morningstar

OOC: Well guys, I have kindly been asked to resurrect an old character of mine and join the RPG threads again. And so I shall 
So everyone, say hello to Walter Morningstar. A 10th lvl Cleric.

IC:
Walter Morningstar rode down the dusty road, clad in his usual traveling outfit.
No visible on him that would indicate his devotion to the Dark Lord. The one and only true God.
Walter had felt how it was to be touched by a God, he could feel the divine power roam in his veins. Having been granted a great mission as he had. And having, under his control, the creature that would rid the world of all Heretics.
Everything for the greater glory of his Dark Lord.

Up ahead Walter sees a merchants wagon, slowly dumping ahead on the road. No doubt heading towards the next market place.
As Walter nears he hears singing and happy laughter.

Walter rides up next to the wagon, as he pulls down his hood. The merchant and what appears to be his wife and young girl child, greets him with smiles.

“Fair morning good Sir”

The Merchant smiles at him and Walter nods his hello.

“Fair Morn merchant. I was wondering if thee had some food to sell to a traveling man??”

Walter keeps his voice as neutral as he possibly can.
A light flashes in the merchant’s eyes at the prospect of yet another sale.

“But of course good Sir. I am a merchant of smoked meats and good wine. Do thee require both?? Good Sir?”

The merchant waves his young child in the back of his wagon to fetch samples and such.

Walter watches this with calculating eyes.

“A bag of thy best meats plus a couple of goblets of thy wine merchant, that will do. That will do.”

Walter had to get away from these people soon. Their smiles and happy faces made him sick to his stomach.

The Merchant quickly fetches the goods and starts to hand them over as Walter reaches for his money pouch.

“And may the good morning Lord Lathander smile upon thee.”

The merchant smiles.

Walter’s eyes narrows, as he feels the burning rage build within his body.

“The morning lord………….”

He slowly says.

The smile fades from the merchant’s face as her realizes his error.

Walter quickly casts a [Hold Person] spell on the merchant family and watches them freeze on the spot. Fear apparent in their eyes.

Walter leans close to the merchants ear and hisses.

“Heretic!!!”

Walter grabs the young girl child by the hair, and drags her out in front of the merchant and his wife.

“All heretics must DIE!! There is only ONE TRUE GOD!!”

Fanatical fire is burning in Walter’s eyes and the merchant can only watch in spell frozen horror as Walter takes out his dagger and slowly eases it into the young girl left eye.
The girl’s right eye shows the pain and pure dread that she feels. But in her frozen state there is absolutely nothing she can do.
The merchant watches in horror, as Walter continues to blind his little girl, and then stabs her in the face over and over again. Reducing the girl’s face to a gory bloody mass of chopped meat.

Walter holds up the dead girl in front of the merchant’s wife, and smiles. A terrible terrible smile.

He throws down the body in front of her and takes out his warhammer, and places himself in front of the wife.
He measures the distance a couple of times, with his warhammer, to the merchants wife’s head.

“Die, heretics wife!”

He hisses and brings down the warhammer with full force, on top of the merchant wife’s head. Making the head explode under the weight of the hammer.
Walter picks up was is left of the merchants wife’s body, and rubs what is left of the head, in the merchants face a couple of times.

“You! Traitor of the one and only true God, shall know the true pain of heresy!”

Walter brings down his hammer on the merchant’s legs continuously, until they lay wasted and broken beyond repair in front of him. Then he brings the hammer down on the merchant’s face again and again and again and again and again and again…

Walter looks over his shoulder, and watches the merchants wagon disappear as he rides over a hill.

Walter smiles broadly and hums a tribute to his God. He continues to munch off the heretic’s food and wine.
He smiles even more.

This is turning into a good day after all.

Walter continues towards his forest destination, on his mission to rid the world of all heretics.