Disciples to the Forgotten

[thewhiteone]

"The thought never occurred to me to ask you to do such a thing." she replied stiffly. "I find it hard to believe that after all these years, you suddenly think I would ask you to probe over a mild curiosity. If your itching for some smiting, just say so, no need for such barbs."

It hurt to think her companion of 3 decades would think her capable of such a blatantly wrong act.

She arrived at Master Calanon's study and he began her tutoring.

 

[cats]

Dml

IC: "I agree there is no need for barbs, so please don't show me yours." The sword paused his communication. "This is truly sad if our in activity can make us so unpleasant to each other. We must get outside to some where we can serve our ladies purpose. But I will be content to let you aid Master Calanon, at least for today."

For some time now Yasaedra has been helping Master Calanon by training the younger and less experienced Incarum users.

 

[thewhiteone]

After the session ended, she headed off to the dinning hall to meet with Darkclaw.

As she walked she thought about Light's comment. She had been serving her Lady here. She had spread the Maiden's word, smote evil, saved the innocent, helped train new incarnates of good, gathered a small group to Maiden's cause, and brought two into her priesthood. True, it had been nearly a year since the two of us got in a good smiting, but smiting isn't all they are supposed to do.

She would pray on this when she prayed with her flock tonight.

She arrived at the hall and waited for Darkclaw.

 

[The GrandMage]

Darkclaw

Darkclaw gave a jump from the roof to the ground below. Some liked to liken cats falls to graceful endevors of getting your feet to hit the ground just right. In actuallity, Darrkclaw saw it as putting teh ground back on teh bottom of his boots, just like putting on the boots themselves. There was no grace, no righting himself, just the sound of his bulk reconnecting with the ground in such a way as to test out the toe-room left in his boots.

He yawned, and set off to the dining hall, his mind abuzz with the pleasant feeling of not thinking at all. Once he reached the dining hall, his eyes moved across the room. Now, let's see, . . .

Aha! Darkclaw wandered over to Yasaedra.

 

[cats]

Bartender

IC: "Well tips make me a stronger conversationalist." The bartender said, hoping the monk would catch his drift.

 

[Rallaster]

Ic

Catching the bartenders hint Richard pays for his mutton and ale and gives the bartender a 5gp tip. Hearing the door to the hall open he turns around and see the tall, furry, dark eyed form that appeared to be a tiger walking upright. "You wouldn't happne to know if thats Darkclaw, would you?" Richard asked the bartender, as he studied the odd looking creature.

 

[cats]

IC: The bartender quickly pocketed the gold. "That is Darkclaw, a skilled warrior to be sure, but often left on guard duty. You see he doesn't do so well in towns, or rather the towns don't do so well with him. A pity as I see it." The bartender let out a small sigh. "But I believe what you want to know is something different. Sadly all I know is you aren't the only former student called back here. The Immortal, Maxim, Artea, Aurgo, the Dagger, and a dozen other famous students of the school have all been called back along with you."

 

[Rallaster]

Ic

Looking back at the bartender, "Really? Are you sure that you don't know why we are being called back?" He asked sliding 3 more gold across the table.

 

[cats]

Bartender

IC: The bartender took the three gold pieces. "No but a tip is a tip. One foolish thought is they are choosing a new head master, but we've gone 40 some years with out one as you recall. So that'd be a waste of your time."

 

[Rallaster]

Ic

Richard looks the bartender in the eyes, "Might not be such a foolish thought, but like you I think it is a waste of time. Unless..." Richard gets up and walks over to where the one known as Darkclaw is, and draws up a chair trying to get his attention.

 

[thewhiteone]

She didn't have to wait long before she saw his large form approaching. Inwardly, she grimaced at his appearance, and chided herself (again) for it. Granted, a half troll wasn't pretty to look at, but that's no excuse for her reaction, especially after working with him several times. Outwardly, she smiled at him as he closed.

"Hello Darkclaw. How have you been?"

 

[The GrandMage]

Darkclaw

Darkclaw yawned, and looked at her.

"I have been," he said. He still didn't quite understand the herdling fascination with asking questions about everything. Darkclaw was alive, and one could tell by his form and the shine of his coat he was eatting well enough. What was there in life besides eatting? Well, one thing, true, but when you were as large as Darkclaw was, as looked like a demonic tiger-man combination, there was not an ovberabundance of options for that.

Well, it could be worse, he supposed, thinking of his "natural" form, twisted by troll blood. At least in his hybrid form the tiger features dominated over such ugliness.

He stared at Yasaedra for a moment. Then he unslung his pack, and dug around in it, before pulling out the note he'd gotten about going to the city of Union. He handed it to her to read.

Mentally, he began to run through the list of the easiest ways to get to the city of Union.

 

[thewhiteone]

'Blunt as always.' she thought as she accepted the letter he handed her.

The letter was written in a stylish cursive.

"Darkclaw," The letter began. "Greetings! Please allow me the opportunity to tell you my tale of woe, and what intend to do about it. If interested in putting wrongs to right and large rewards for your valor in this matter, please seek me out at the Island View Inn in the Tavern Quarter, in the city of Union. Respectfully yours, Agnimta."

"Interesting, do you know anything about this Agnimata?" she asked curiously as she returned the letter.

 

[The GrandMage]

Darkclaw

Darkclaw stopped for a moment, and starting thinking about it for the first time. Was he supposed to know people? Well, assumedly they knew him if they sent the letter to him. Does that mean he knows them to?

Agnimta. . .
Agnimta. . .

He scratched his claws under his catlike head. The name wasn't bringing any memories or thoughts up.

"No," Darkclaw responded, "I don't know an Agnimta."

 

[Rallaster]

Ic

Sitting in his chair enjoying being ignored, Richard watches the exchange between Darkclaw and the Drow.

 

[thewhiteone]

She nodded at his reply; most of the time you didn't know who was asking for your help, but they knew of you.

"Very well, so are you interested in my help for the task?" she asked in a friendly manner.

 

[The GrandMage]

Darkclaw

Darkclaw cocked his head. Herdling were so strange. If you wanted to go, you went. If you didn't, you didn't. Darkclaw didn't really care if he went alone, or if they brought half the college with them. And yet, he knew this was an important part of herling interaction he needed to learn.

He thought a moment, scratching at his head.

"Yes. Help is good."

 

[thewhiteone]

He had that puzzled look again. The one that seemed to mean 'Why even bother to ask?' A lot of things seemed to puzzle him about society she had noticed during the past several adventures with him.

"Very well then, I should be ready to depart around noon tomorrow, if that's alright with you? I will be leading my fellow faithful in worship tonight, and I'll need to make arrangements with several people as well."

 

[The GrandMage]

Darkclaw

Darkclaw shrugged. Today, tomorrow, never. It didn't matter to him. Presumably it mattered to the client, which meant it mattered to the college, though. And the college mattered to him. Mostly because the number of herdlings with pointy objects and a passion for killing things outnumbered him. Although he would never admit to anything more then a vague inconvenience to his education. "Tomorrow's good. We'll meet here."

As he was already in the dining hall, Darkclaw went to get something to eat. This was a definite bonus to living with the herdlings. The need to hunt was eliminated. Because of a few of his treasured items, he could theoretically forgo eatting altogether. Why he should bother with this when food was available was beyond him, though.

He'd eat while food was plentiful, and save the magic for when he would otherwise starve. Tomorrow they would head out, and hear this "tale of woe." Darkclaw would watch and do what Yasaedra did. That way he could act correctly for this woe-telling.

Darkclaw sat, and began to gnaw at the flesh of a creature that had, it was assumed, been alive at some point, and was most likely edible.

 

[thewhiteone]

Yasaedra nodded as he turned to enter the hall, and then entered herself to get some food and find a playmate for the evening as she usually did. Her love of the female body was well known throughout the college. She slept with Vanya, her favorite and first lover here, and played with another woman during the evening.

She soon spotted a familiar shy smile from a raven haired oriental beauty. She walked over and sat down next to the exotic honorable assassin. The two ate their meals mostly in silence, sharing smiles every time they looked at each other.

She was a rather new arrival, and Yasaedra was the one who gave her her introductory tour. They soon became friends, and last week became lovers.

After the meal they left together for her lover's room and an evening of passion before Yasaedra's priestly duties began for the night.

 

[thewhiteone]

A few hours later, Yasaedra kissed her lover good bye. She left for the shrine of Corellon Larethian. Once there, she gave Vanya a wink, before settling down and paying her respects to the father of her goddess.

Then she stood up and took Vanya aside.

"What is it my love?" she asked curiously.

"I've accepted Darkclaw's request to accompany him on his next mission. We don't have any details yet." Vanya's face clearly showed her sadness. "So I don't know where we will go, or how long we will be..." She smiled as she caressed Vanya's soft cheek. "So... I guess I'll have to be extra passionate in the morning..." They giggled; Vanya wrapped her arms around her and kissed her tenderly.

Yasaedra broke the kiss, "Will you be observing tonights ceremony?"

"Wouldn't miss it," she kissed Yasaedra on the cheek before returning to her duties, hip swaying hypnotically for her lover.

'Goddess, that woman knows all the right buttons to press!' she thought as she watched her for a few moments longer before leaving the Temple. Yasaedre left for the glade which held the shrine of her goddess, for soon it was already dusk.

 

[thewhiteone]

When Yasaedra arrived, she unsheathed her companion and laid her on the relatively flat stone near the center of the glade, so that she may bathe in their goddess's light. She sat down in the center of the small glade, and relaxed, taking in the smells and sounds about her as a gentle breeze played with her hair. Soon it was night, and the others began to arrive.

Valainistima and her fiancee Lithônion. Valainistima was her assistant priestess, personally trained by her. She had rescued the elven couple from a troll while she was on her way here. Nothing but ash and charred bones remained of the foul beast. To say the least, they had been a bit shocked to discover their rescuer was drow.

She rose to greet them. Yasaedra and Valainistima hugged and exchanged kisses on the cheek, and greeted them in elven.

Once everyone had arrived, all 21 of them, and the moon's silvery light shone on the glade, she shed her thin silvery gown. Caressed by the light of her goddess, she began to dance to a song only she could hear. Through song, she released all her emotions from the day, laying her soul to bear before her goddess and her fellow worshipers.

Once she had finished, feeling Eilistraee's ever reassuring love, she stepped a side for Valainistima to dance and sing. After she and all the others had gone, some clothed, others not, Yasaedra and Valainistima began to preach their Lady's word and love for her followers. Then it was time for the Sword Dance. Those who took up blades for the Maiden each performed it. They shed a small amount of their blood and offered prayers to her, and she blessed the blades, protecting them from rust and breakage for the next three months.

Then Yasaedra sat and listened to her flock's needs and prayers, and then brought them straight the Eilistraee's ear, as well as her own and those of Dark Maiden's Light.

After she had finished relaying their prayers, she informed them that she was leaving on a mission tomorrow; Valainistima was to lead them in worship during her absence. She blessed them and bade them to let the Maiden's light reflect in their lives.

After the others had left, Valainistima approached her, her mouth opened to protest her being left incharge after only nine months of priesthood, but Yasaedra bet her to it.

"I have faith in you," she placed her hand on the older woman's shoulder, "Eilistraee has faith in you. You will do her proud, you are a priestess." she said with a reassuring smile.

Yasaedra returned to Vanya's room and was greeted with a surprise. The room was lit with a romantic glow and the scent of jasmine filled the air. She saw Vanya sitting at their small table, which had been set up for two. Her hand went to her lips as her eyes began to water with love. Vanya rose, dressed in her best dress; strode over to her love and drew her into a tender loving embrace.

 

[cats]

Dark Maidens Light

IC: One day I will find and intelligent sheath, and then I will know this love. However for now its just my love for my goddess.

 

[thewhiteone]

Yasaedra woke gazing lovingly at the beautiful woman sleeping in her arms. She gently stroked her long blond hair. She looked at the water clock, she still had an hour and a half till the appointed time. She held on to her love for a little while longer before waking her with kisses.

It was a few minutes before either could bring themselves to separate themselves. Only the fact that they still had time to bathe and eat together one more time made it easier to leave each other's warm body.

***

They ate their meals in their room, then left to meet Darkclaw. They walked together, arms around each other's waist like the lovers they are.

When they arrived, Yasaedra immediately saw Darkclaws's hulking form, already there.

"Good Morning Darkclaw," she greeted him.

 

[The GrandMage]

Darkclaw

Darkclaw had little understanding of time, so he made sure to arrive to places early. He could, of course, spend days waitting without getting bored. But the herdling got so upset if he made them wait as such. He glanced away from his stare into the void of reality as the Priestess arrived.

Good morning? Was it? He hadn't actually gone out to check. How good, exactly? How could a morning be good?

"Good Morning," Darkclaw replied, falling back on the ages-old standby of repeating back what was said to you. He found this always seemed to work.