Driftwood Inn

[Guest]

He gazed at her with pure love in his eyes. "No I don't tease you my love. And do not worry, I know you are a magick-user...I am too."
He looked up and saw the elves approaching their table, holding his love close he asked, "May I help you elven ones." The clear distaste was still in his eyes but he looked less distrusting of the elves whom he had helped protect.

 

[Chastity_Montane]

Her eyes sweep quietly over the tavern, her brow furrowing as she examines the patrons. Her gaze falls slowly to the one looking at her, Trinity. She tilts her head to the side softly as she examines her gaze. She lowers her head feeling slightly shy. Her eyes roam frantically for another point to draw her attention. She glances up slowly to Trinity, blinking slowly as she looks to her, like a frightened child. Not at all the view that her body possesses. She steps lightly further into the inn, her eyes never leaving trinity as she walks forwards

(she's walking forwards but not towards trinity)

 

[Moneytalks]

Her eyes sweep quietly over the tavern, her brow furrowing as she examines the patrons. Her gaze falls slowly to the one looking at her, Trinity. She tilts her head to the side softly as she examines her gaze. She lowers her head feeling slightly shy. Her eyes roam frantically for another point to draw her attention. She glances up slowly to Trinity, blinking slowly as she looks to her, like a frightened child. Not at all the view that her body possesses. She steps lightly further into the inn, her eyes never leaving trinity as she walks forwards

(she's walking forwards but not towards trinity)

Trinity smiles as she sees the woman enter hesitantly, thinking she is approaching her until she subtly moves in a different direction. Trinity sighs at this without realising it and then turns to hear what Curtis is saying to her...

 

[Moneytalks]

He gazed at her with pure love in his eyes. "No I don't tease you my love. And do not worry, I know you are a magick-user...I am too."
He looked up and saw the elves approaching their table, holding his love close he asked, "May I help you elven ones." The clear distaste was still in his eyes but he looked less distrusting of the elves whom he had helped protect.

Trinity gasps in surprise at this revalation of Curtis's magick. She should have known he was skilled when she saw him, she wonders that the mere fact of being this close to him and hearing all his tender words could blind her so easily.

She looks up as Curtis holds her close. Her heart beating fast, but she is unsure why, whether in response to his strong comforting arm or of her two companions he has mistaken for elves. Yes she could see why it would be so easy to mistake them, and in fact at court there had been rumours as to their parentage, which is why her own family had adopted them and given them the family court names of Tridant and Travesty, they were tall and slender, yet strong looking and their cold unwavering gazes always made her feel so vulnerable around them.

Travesty as always spoke first. Tridant standing behind him cold and distant as always but glaring at Curtis's arm around Trinity. "Sir, I must ask you to unhand our charge, she is under our protection until we reach our destination."

Trinity looks up into Curtis's strong face and suddenly fears for him. "M'Lord... Curtis... " she touches his arm to draw his attention... "it is true they are my guardian's, but..." she pauses and the one thing that has been niggling in her mind since their journey began flickers in her mind again. Confused she finally allows her magick to grow and expand within her hoping it will help her understand her confusion. Like a warm light it fills her mind and the fogginess that had infested her mind without her realising it clears. Her parents had never actually told her of her journey. Only Travesty and Tridant had ever even mentioned it, and they never once mentioned where they were taking her, how odd... then... why?... and where?... and how did they convince her to come without her thinking of these things?

Travesty watches the looks of clarity flitter across her face and grabs her arm jerking her out of Curtis's arm. He places a hand across her face even as Tridant starts to mutter the spell that will fog her mind again. She struggles calling out for Curtis instinctively. Her magick flaming in response suddenly Travesty falls to the ground unconcious... her previous spell activated by her fear. How could her parents allow these men into their home?... Oh Goddess... where her parents in trouble too??

Tridant had no such spell to stop him and grabbed up Trinity in his arms holding a knife to her throat. Trinity moaned with fear her brief flare of magick dying and again hiding deep within her. Her eyes imploring Curtis to help her... yet she feared he would be hurt... and without her magickal silver jewellery she was even more defenseless against the magick Tridant could weild... how silly of her to hide it under her skirts...

[Edited by Moneytalks on 06-21-2000 at 07:20 PM]

 

[Lady_Aline]

Jasmine entered the inn through the servant entrance and screamed for help.
"Someone, a healer- quick..."
Sara followed, Earl's blood on her hand.
"He- he's.. Oh, goddess..." Sara wiped a shaky hand over her face. It left a trail of blood.
"Earl is dead- some one killed Earl,"
"Mother?" Tentively Sara's daughter walked towards her mother. Sara pleaded with the inn's occupants for help, and saw four pairs of eyes eager to do so...

 

[Guest]

He slid out of his chair and had his dagger ready in one fluid motion.

"Let her go," he said gripping his dagger tightly,

The large man laughed as he held the blade to Trinity's throat, "You won't dare attack me, a flick of my wrist and she's dead on the floor."

"Perhaps," he said, his eyes burning with an unknown, intense fire, "but you don't need to threaten her."

"I don't need to threaten her," he said in a monotone.

"She is protected with me," Curtis continued.

"She is protected with you," he said.

"you will leave us alone," Curtis finished.

The man handed Trinity over to Curtis, "We will leave you alone." He then helped hoist his friend back to their room.

Curtis looked at Trinity with his spakling blue eyes, "We best be off, that spell will only last so long."

 

[Triatic]

Enter Endar

Walking into the bar is a tall man, about six and a half feet tall. The dark, baggy clothing he wears along with a large riding cloak do not entirely hide his painful thinness. He steps in, sweeping his somewhat unruly black hair out of his startlingly green eyes with long, thin fingers, and shrugs his shoulders under the weight of his pack.

He stops, then, taking in the scene before his eyes, and his easy grin fades from his angular, expressive features.

"Am I...inturrupting anything?" he asked hesitantly, worry coming through in the low, melodic tones of his voice.

 

[Moneytalks]

Trinity looks in stunned confusion up at Curtis.

"What... what just happened?" She said in surprise... "and wait just one minute!"
She stomped her foot not realising how spoilt she looked at that moment... the little princess. Her spark of fire only endearing her to Curtis all the more.

"Did I just hear you call me your love?" She frowns as if unsure as to what to believe any more.

Curtis smiles lovingly down at her, suddenly realising her confusion. She had just come out from a mind fogging spell and she wouldn't know what to believe now.

"Yes my love, did you not know that I had been searching for you?"

"But why would you? I was told that you had gone away to find a bride." Trinity's warm brown eyes fill with tears as she recalls the hurt she felt at hearing that news so many years ago.

"Of course I did, and after years of travel I kept coming to the same conclusion, the woman that was meant for me, was right back where I had started"

Trinity cries out in delight and throws herself into Curtis's strong arms. "Please take me from here, this Inn, I am sure it is cursed I fear it terribly." Still thinking in the back of her head that maybe the Darkwoods would not give her up so easily. Curtis strides across to the other table taking up her warm lavender coloured cloak and gently covering her shoulders with it. Trinity looks across at her bags still mostly in one piece since most of the valuables where in the rooms with Travesty and Tridant. Curtis looks lethally at the bartender who backs off wisely as he hoists the bag onto his shoulder and places his hand in the small of Trinity's back guiding her out of the Inn.

They stop as the new tall man enters. Trinity looks up at him uncertainly. She smiles half remembering this man. Frowning to herself she looks up at Curtis for support, suddenly feeling dependent on him.

 

[The Sandman]

(OOC: ::Thwaps his comp for buggin out on him for over a week, then quietly slips 'ol Azraith back into the mix:: )


Azraith, or the prophet as most of them know him to be by now, sat quietly in his seat, almost stoic-like in his calmness. The events of the last hour or so have been interesting, but he had not felt the urge to intervene in these people's lives quite yet. In his training..he had been taught to shed almost all emotion, and work completely on logic. That training has begun to erode, however, as these events begin to bear down on him. Those deep blue orbs closed a moment as he heaved out a heavy sigh..and once more he opened them, scanning the room and it's occupants intently..lost in his own thoughts for a moment.

 

[Guest]

"I have missed you so terribly Trinity my love," he smiled lovingly at her, "I was a fool to leave."

"Yes you were," she agreed poking him playfully in the chest, "but at least you have found what you are looking for."

"We'd best steer clear of any dark places...the Darkwoods monks will be on the alert for us. They have a matter to settle with me and they will use their powers now."

 

[Triatic]

Blinking, the stranger's eyes flit back and forth between Curtis and Trinity. Strange, she seems...somehow familiar...

Shaking his head, he steps forward, again shifting his shoulders under the weight of his voluminous pack.

"Excuse me. My name is Endar. I couldn't help overhearing your words...is there danger here? It would sorely greive me to see any of this august personage come to harm..."

 

[Moneytalks]

Blinking, the stranger's eyes flit back and forth between Curtis and Trinity. Strange, she seems...somehow familiar...

Shaking his head, he steps forward, again shifting his shoulders under the weight of his voluminous pack.

"Excuse me. My name is Endar. I couldn't help overhearing your words...is there danger here? It would sorely greive me to see any of this august personage come to harm..."

"Endar?... " Trinity frowned again her mind still foggy since the spell that had incapacitated her had been weilded over several years. "I know that name Curtis, I know it..." her eyes troubled that she didn't remember. Before Curtis could stop her she continued, "my name is Trinity of Trissiant House, and this is my friend Curtis."

Curtis just thanked the God's that she hadn't told the stranger his family name. He gripped her arm readying himself to flee if need be, but Trinity stood firm and continued. "There have been strange happenings, involving the Priests of the Darkwoods, have you come from there?"

 

[ShyGoddess]

Jasmine:

She sat in the back of the room, her eyes were dry, but her soul was weeping. Earl had been a good man, and now he was dead. Sara taken Kel upstairs away from the horror of everything. She didn't understand what was going on, but Jasmine did. There was something evil out there, and it was hurting innocent people. She wouldn't stand for it. Not this time.

"Prophet! Will you continue to just be here, or will you help? Will you prove you are no longer the reckless, cocky page I knew you to be? Help me, Azraith, please. I can't do it without you." He heard her message. She had never left her seat. Only her eyes pleaded with him. Would he prove he had a heart, or was he still the heartless page she remembered?

 

[The Sandman]

Azraith clenched his jaw as he slowly stood from his seat and made his way towards Jasmine. "Of course I will help...I will help in whatever way possible from this point on in stopping this evil I sense." He sensed it alright..it was boring a hole into his mind..taunting him. He shook his head slowly, regaining his calm demeanor. "This is going to be a slow night.." With that, he removed his cloak, his black/blue hair revealed fully as he sets the cloak aside. "I am *not* the arrogant young man you grew up with...you'd be suprised how much one can change.."

 

[Morphius Balastaar]

Eyeing all his guests the innkeeper knew the time was almost right. The spell his neice was weaving was working on the weaker patrons, and as always he had a special treat for tose wo resisted.

~Hello Mab, Merlin......how are the two of you finding the accomodations this evening? I am sorry not to have offered you som e food earlier Merlin, but I have been busy......I hope you will find the 2 large Fire Elementals rising from the ground behind you to be not only adaquate, but a good fight before they destroy you. As for you Mab, I'd be more weary of tainted ale in the future if I were you. Sleep comes easy to those who drink from the Cursed Keg of the Driftwood Inn.~

~As for you 'Princess', there is no escape for you. I have heard tat your Father would pay a handsome sum for your "Safe" return.....so I intend to capitalize on your misfortune.....~

~Dear Jasmine....when will you learn? Now you will have to make me get out the bottle.....Please, remember last time I had to FORCE you inside....Let's not repeat that, please....!!!

Searching the room with a piercing gaze, the innkeeper meets the gaze of the prophet......a shiver passes over the innkeepers body.....

~I would be mindfull of whom you trifle with good sir....I would hate to see your splattered remains staining the floors of my Inn. Also, beware of the magicks you conjure hear......some demons are not as tolerate as I....~

Looking to the back of the Inn, the Keeper sees the 'Princess' strugling to escape the grasp of the two large undead skeletons that came up from the ground to restrain her......and the 12 other that followed at various points within the Inn. Four sufacing in front of the Prophet, four leaping from within the ground at the feet of the Warrior Maiden, and four leaping to dispatch the 'Princesses' gaurds.....

The Innkeeper stood in the middle of the Inn and gan to chant........those who could sense the magicks felt a strong and dark pressence emanate from the point at which the Innkeeper stood.....and the chanting continued.....

 

[Morphius Balastaar]

Please disregard that last post!!!!!!!!!

 

[Moneytalks]

OOC... hey Morphius... where have you been?... [lol]


Trinity struggles fear overwhelming her as the skeletons hard boney fingers dig into her delicate arms. She is beyond screaming. Damn it why didn't she just leave with Curtis while she had the chance??

 

[Triatic]

Endar blinked, his face paling. "It can't be...Trissiant House...? My Lady, I..."

He stopped, suddenly, as the undead warriors surfaced. Moving quickly, blurring with nearly inhuman speed, Endar dropped his pack to the ground and unsheathed a sword from beneath the folds of his cloak, a slender, finely wrought blade covered in runes that glowed with a faint blue light in the shadow of the inn.

"All I wanted was an ale, dammit," he breathed to himself, then spun into combat. His fighting style was an ancient one, part dance and part martial art. The shining sword arced up, decapitating one skeleton and sweeping low to releive another of its legs. Turning and seeing the skeletons menacing Trinity, he leapt forward with a cry. The skeleton reached out and effortlessly caught him by the throat, dangling him a foot off the tavern floor.

"Urk..."

 

[Guest]

Curtis materilzed behind the skeleton holding Endar and hit it hard in the skull with a stool causing it to fall to the floor and drop Endar.

"Endar, get Trinity out of here!! I'll be right behind you...remember strike at the heads of these things otherwise they won't go down!" he yelled calling out a few unintelligable words as a glowing hammer appeared in his hand.

He swung over and over at the skeletons and causes blasts of lightning and fire hoping they got out safely because he knew there was a good chance he might not.

He glanced and seen Endar and Trinity get out running.

"Love to stay and chat, but I've got a portal to catch. Vishantay neelar remaxis!!"

A large hole in the air opened over him and closed behind him as he called out one last incantation.

"Grudthak neemix zanarel!!"

The skeletons suddenly stopped and turned toward their master and began to attack and chase him.

Curtis reappeared with Trinity and Endar. "Hey you two, are you all right?"

 

[Moneytalks]

Trinity looked like she was in shock. Her whole body trembled and she looked unbelievably pale. Endar held her steady afraid she might fall. Curtis looked down at her with concern. "It's alright my love, we are safe."

Suddenly she stood shakily and shook Endar's hands off. She glared at Curtis and said with a quivering voice. "But what of the others in there?" She pointed with a shakey finger at the Inn, or at least, where the Inn should have been.

She shook her head. "I don't understand, what is going on here?" A single tear slides down her cheek as she tries to comprehend the violence and magick she had seen. She grips her stomach and moans. "If only I didn't have the magick, if only... I could take it out and throw it away."

"And my parents? What of them? And the innocent magick singer? I... I don't know why all this is happening... is it me? What do the priests want of me??"

She sobbed, her long silky dark hair falling forward to hide her face. Only her shaking shoulders indicating the torment her mind was in.

 

[The Sandman]

Azraith raised his arms up and growled under his breath as a blue shockwave of magical energy shot from him, sending the skeletons that surrounded him flying into the walls to shatter into small pieces. He watched as the rest of the skeletons scattered after their master and took a deep sigh of relief. "Low level necromancy, how...quaint." His deep blue orbs rolled before he looked around the inn, dusting himself off. After a moment, he began to look for others, checking for ones hurt or injured.

 

[Triatic]

Endar nodded towards Curtis, his intense green eyes meeting his. "Fine, thanks to your bravery. I thank you." His gaze drifted down to Trinity, his expression softening. He sighed. "My Lady Trissiant, I...I don't understand. You don't remember what happened to your parents? I..." he shook his head, his brow furrowing. "You're right. There are innocent people in there." He hefted his sword, looking back towards the inn and the sounds of combat that drifted from it. His face suddenly lit up in a grin. "Besides, I left my pack behind." The grin vanished as abruptly as it had appeared. "Curtis...I can see that you care for Lady Trissiant deeply, and that you are more than capable of seeing that she comes to no harm. Please, protect her. Her safety is of paramount importance."

With that, he strode back towards the inn. Just as he was about to enter, he paused, calling back over his shoulder, "And, my Lady...never regret what you are. We have need of your gift now more than ever. We shall talk more of this soon." If I survive, he added silently. Before he could take the time to think twice about it, he pulled open the stout oaken door and dove back into the fray, his shining blade swinging forward to bisect the head of one of the undead beasts...

Endar stopped abruptly, realizing that the crisis was over. He sheathed his sword and looked over the shattered wreckage of the skeletons. "Hmm...nice work."

He looked up, his eyes flitting over the other patrons. "Is anyone hurt?"

[Edited by Triatic on 06-27-2000 at 11:17 PM]

 

[Moneytalks]

Trinity looked perplexed. My talent? She thought, what on earth? My parents?? "Wait... " She started but he had already thrown himself back into the Inn.

She looked down at her trembling hands. They looked so pale she though abstractly. Without warning the magick welled within her and energy glowed about her hands warming them. She frowned. Curtis watched her carefully, suddenly unsure as to how to approach her. Clearly she had not been trained as she was meant to be trained. She constantly looked surprised at her magickal ability.

Could he possibly care for her and teach her what she needed to know. Suddenly he focused on her as he heard her childish hiccup, indicating silent tears were falling. With a sigh he gathered her up into his strong arms and she sobbed bitterly into his chest overcome by emotions she didn't understand.

She clung to him like a life-line and her silky hair fell across his forearm as he hugged her tight. His knee nudged her thigh and he felt something hard there. Frowning he glanced down trying to see what it was. Trinity looked up, her eyes dark, large and wet with the tears she had shed. "W.. w.what are you d.d.doing?" She hiccuped.
"Err... there's something under your skirts."
She had the grace to blush, pushing him aside as she lifted her skirts. He was too startled to do the gentlemanly thing and turn away, he glimpsed her slender calves encased in soft suede boots and the dimpled knees tapering up to. NO! He thought aggressively, don't go there. With determination he turned his face away from the beguiling sight.

Finally he felt her tug on his cloak for his attention. She showed him her circle of silver designed to grace her noble forehead and the seven delicate silver bracelets she was of age to wear on her wrist. Then he noticed the glowing light beneath her bodice as the ancient pendant throbbed in response to the magickal tools brought close to it. He smiled taking the silver circle and placing it gently apon her head until it rested against her forehead. She trembled slightly at his touch looking deep into his eyes with her own, the troubled look melting into something else.

 

[Guest]

"Trinity, what is wrong?" he asked looking more concered for her safety than ever.

"Curtis, I...I love you," she said her eyes beginning to mist over again as she clung to him again, "Please don't leave me again."

"I promise I won't," he said stroking her silky soft hair gently, "I have a bit of a confession to make...I think I may know why this is happening."

 

[The Sandman]

His eyes went up to the man dismembering the skull from the last fleeing skeleton, and nodded slowly with a small smile as he wanders over to him. "Thank you..that one escaped my..radius so to speak." With that, he blinked suddenly, and began to look around somewhat franticly. "Where's Jasmine?" The prophet's eyes darted up to Endar. "Have you seen her? The dancing woman..I..I.." The man looked worried slightly, those deep blue orbs once again searching the room.