Everquest

[KrazRussian]

Wilhelmm

"Where are you off to and why for?"

Chugging my last shot of vodka, I sat a little dazed. Hearing the question, I remained silent for a little while.

THen, realizing the question was addressing me, I turned my head to examine the curious gentlemen. Behold, through the covers of his white robe, I notice the man is a human. Humans being the distant relatives of Barbarians, I can see traits of Mithaniel Marr across is face. His figure indeed looking like a more petite and less muscular version of myself.

The robe is a clear give-away, he's a caster. A wizard no doubt I think; the other casters almost never wear robes like that. I face the gentleman and being to address him.

"Good day to ee Lade. Yee ask where I'm heading to eh? Well, not 'nywhere in particelar. Just wand'ren 'round the continent, no particular place to go in mind. Just sittin' here, always looking fer a few good adventurers to explore the depth of this glacier.

I pause for a moment for stretch my neck. In my stretch, I notice a pair of eyes glacing in my direction. I return the glare, and am astonished. The person glacing at me is a woman of rare beauty in these parts.

Her pointy ears, and golden skin are an easy give-away, she is no doubt a wood-elf. Her green helm covers most of her head; but a few rays of seemingly auburn hair seem through. Her eyes are astonishing; they are a brilliant shade of blue; sparkling and shinning like two priceless gems.

Her armor is a shady gray, showing an occasional sign of topaz. I look closely; the suit is made of Velium, a rare type of Velium. Immdiately I think; must be Ry'gorr. The suit that drops off those filthy Orcs in the Eastern Wastes is hard to mistake.

The Armor is known to provide excellent protection. Yet, it hides nothing of her lucious figure. Her curves are left unmarred, and are a pleasure to look at. At first I think, she is a rogue perhaps? I look more carefully, and see a bow of an interesting shape. I own one myself, but this one is different; must be elven design.

Ah, she must be a ranger then. I notice a smile cross her pink lips as she keeps looking at me. My, I think to myself, "what a catch she must be; whoever's hitched with her must be one lucky guy." I return her smile with one of my own, and give her a quick wink.

Bah, where are my manners? T'is not right to disrespect a man like that. I wink at the elf, and turn to face the wizard again. After I clear my throat and issue an appology, I continue.

Feels good to be in such a snowy place no? Kinda reminds me of Everfrost. Well, no matter, what brings you to the frozen TUndra? An ally of the dwarves I be hopin' ye are; are ye a slayer of the Kromzek, Kromif (ooc: both named clans of Storm Giants), and other vile thngs on this continent?"

My phrase is cut short when I feel a hand crossing my shoulderblades. My first thought, as always, was to grab a blade and confront the intruder. But, knowing this bar quite well, I doubt anyone here is in the mood for violence.

The fingers are no doubt feminine, and the woman they belong to has an exquisite touch. I turn my head to face the lady, and behold. T'is none other than the wood elf again. A smile comes to my face, as she walks between me and my new aquaintance, puts her arms around me, and annoucning, quietly and coyly "Which one of you wants to drink with this wood elf tonight?"

So, she's a bachelorette eh? Wonderful. A simle beams across my face, and a quick lost of lust passes through my mind.

I reply, "Well, if a lady, much less one as beautiful as yourself offers, what mind in their right mind would say no?"

I glance at the Bartender, "2 Kromif Spit Vodkas and 2 Thubr's Darkened Ales, send 'em 'ere. And, a Faydwer Shaker for the lady too. "

 

[Lorindellia]

A smile betrays her face, Lorin is actually beaming at this Barbarian. She thinks to herself, "careful he will think you are a fool walking around with a smile like that on your face." She is concentrating now on not smiling, her hands on his powerful back can feel every bulge of every muscle and it excites her.

It has been many years since she has seen a Barbarian. When she was 19 seasons one named Ysian came to her in Kelethin, the wood elve village where she grew up in Faydwer. He spoke to her, he whispered so gently in her ears, promises of protecting her always, standing by her side, loving her as he had loved no one else before her. With these promises he led her far from home to the Wolves of the North in Halas he took her. He fought the Wooly Mammouth before her eyes, his hands so strong, his magic so powerful, she was smitten with love for him. He was the first man she had been with. And even now, in her 35th season 16 seasons since she last saw him, her loins ache to be with him. The memory of Ysian's departure removed the smile from her face. A loud clash of weapons instantly brought her back to the present.

Just outside the door two dwarves were Dueling to the Death, fighting over who got the only Kodiak Claw they received in a week long hunt. Lorindellia turned her attention back to the Barbarian, as he handed her the Faydwer Shaker brought by the bartender. Just then one dwarve came flying in the door as if struck by an unseen force and clashed into Lorindellia, spilling the shaker all over her chest. She could feel it seeping between her breasts, it cooling her skin as it traveled down the inside of her armour.

"Blasted! You drunken pigs!" she hollered, the sound of her voice startling everyone, who would have thought such a tiny wood elve would have a voice so strong? Now she would have to spend hours oiling her armour tonight.

"Can I help you with that M'Lady" she hear him say, as he stood up. She found her face level with the Barbarian's belt, and she turned her head to look up at him.

"umm, yes M'Lord, do you have a cloth?" she asked.....

 

[KrazRussian]

Wilhelmm

OOC: great to see that this has gotten going. Remember, t'is an open game, so join if you wish.

IC:

"But of course M'lady. Give me a moment"

I search through my backpack, but can't seem to find the piece of cloth i had. No wanting to disappoint the lady, I tear off a piece of one of my cloth bags inside.

"Here you are M'lady. Hope it helps."

All the while, I am looking, and can't help stare at the visible portion of the spilt beer as it glides down her body. MOst of it has seemed through, but some of it remains of the surface.

It rolls down the armor, from her firm breasts (the curves still visible, even despite her armor), down to her thighs. It travels between her legs, and most of it splashes down to the floor. I can only imagine where the rest may go.

I watch as she tries to wipe herself off. noticing something. I remark "M'lady, I believe you missed a spot"

She ponders, in a sweet voice, "Where?"

I respond "Bah, it would probably be faster if I got it myself." I remove another piece of cloth from the bag, kneel slightly, and in a quick and smooth motion, hoping not to offend the beautiful woman, wipe off the remaining spot; which happend to be halfway between her chest and thighs. After doing so, I think to myself "Wow, judging by her stomach, she sure keeps herself in good shape.

I resume my fully erect position and take a step back. "There you are M'lady. But, I do not believe we've been properly introduced. I am Wilhelmm Wraithbone, warrior of Everfrost." I bow to her slightly. "May I inquire as to what thy name is M'lady?"

AS soon I as finish asking, I notice the drawf who crashed into her regaining consciousness. As soon as he regains his breath and turns around, I pick the ruffian up effortlessly by his collar and lit him to eye level. He tries with all his might to resist, but his strength really is in no league to match mine.

I raise him all the way up and utter "Imbesile! What nerve have you to fight within city walls? And what's more, How DARE you crash into this beautiful lady over here?! You had better come up with your most sincere damn appology or by the Tribunal I'll use your Filthy head for Throwing Practice!"

Many of the Barsfolk have a look of shock on their face. The wizard in the white robe gives me an odd look. I place the dwarf down, and he gets on one knee and appologizes, in a very sincere manner to the ranger.

Watching the dwarf's actions, I utter "If the lady forgives you, then you may be off in your way. And if I EVER catch you acting so foolishly again, then Brell be with ye!"

 

[silverwolf]

soryan

As i watch the giant hold the dwarf in the air as if he was not but a feather i wonder how could he be so strong and yet we are of similar races.Ah well i'll figure it out later. " give me some more of whatever that was ." i tell the bartender handing him my mug.as the dwarf leaves i turn to the giant. " i am soryan the white. And am looking for someone to travvel with.It gets boring with pitiful things like goblins and orcs bothering me.No fun at all." i said as i reveal the sword at my waist.Covering it again" unlike most of my proffesion i am not a loner.you were in everfrost eh.What was it like i plan on going there someday"i said as i waited for his reply

 

[Lorindellia]

The next few seconds seemed to stretch out for minutes to Lorindellia. One second she was mightily uncomfortable and grumbling to herself about having to oil her armor tonight, the next, she remembers ligthly blotting away as much of the Shaker as she could with a well worn scrap of cloth. And then he appeared on his knee, kneeling before her. For a split second she flashed to the day Ysian pledged to return to her in Halas after he'd slain the terrible dragon Vox. Yet she knew this face looking at her was not Ysian. In many ways he was much more attractive. A bit taller, a bit more muscular, and then she flet him wiping the wetness from her very close to down there and her mind went blank.

The room pulled away from her as all she could do was stand there dumbfounded, and frankly enjoying someone else caring for her for just one second. Enjoying the sensation as he clumsily wiped at the shaker with his own hands slightly shaking, revealing to her that he was not made of stone either.

Then she saw, as if from far, far away him lifting up the Thurgadin Dwarve, yelling something to him, and the subsequent mutterings of the dwarve kneeling in front of her, begging her for mercy and or forgiveness, she wasn't clear which. It was as if she was caught in a time tunnel, with everything moving so slowly she no longer could comprehend it. Not like when in battle where her training, under the heavy hands of the Warriors in Halas, and the gentle touch of Maystryn Trueshot in Surefall Glade, would simply kick in and guide her actions. Almost as if her Barbarian trainer were there guiding her sword arm for her... No, not like that at all, at least in battle she knew her steps, her next move planed for her centuries ago by the master longswordsmen of the aincent times.... No this was completely different. She felt, dispelled.

That was when she noticed the man in the robe was speaking... Was he puting a spell on her? She was confused. She tried to hear what he was saying but all she could see was the Barbarian's waist directly in front of her face. She struggled to focus.

"Pardon me?" she said her voice faltering, as she slightly turned her head and looked at the mage.

 

[silverwolf]

soryan

hearing the maiden i turn to her. " how rude of me i have not introduced myself to you. I am soryan the white and you my beautiful maiden are?" i asked as i looked into her eyes trying to read her

 

[Lorindellia]

Still feeling dispelled, or perhaps mezmerized, Lorindellia forces herself back into the moment. "Hello, My name is Lorindellia, of Halas M'Lord Soryan. Nice sword. I was unaware mages could use blades."

Moving to upright the toppled barstool Wilhlemm had occupied before he jumping to her aide, she bends her knees and reaches down lifting the heavy iron and mammouth hide chair upright with grace and ease. She places it back into position and says out loud "What a strange feeling I have."

Again she looks around the bar, certian that there is a caster here attempting to place some unknown magic upon her, but she senses no smell of burnt mana, a smell she has trained her nose to identify over the years. She is somewhat suspicious of Soryan, but only because he seems so out of place in this the local hang out for hunters.

Finding Soryan's eyes once again she asks, "Do you like that tea M'Lord?"

 

[KrazRussian]

Wilhelmm

OOC: Gonna be my last reply till later on tomorrow, dunno time yet.

IC:

The Ranger looked somewhat dumbfounded. I couldn't put my finger on it, but she seemed completely dazed off; in another dimention even. Lorindellia, that name sounds like a sweet sound of music. My mind was racing, thinking mostly of this woman's beauty.

My attention was suddenly interrupted by the wizard, asking me about my homeland. I overheard his true name, Soryan the white. Indeed, an impressive elvish blade he was carrying.

Turning my attention away from Lorindellia, I faced Soryan and replied "Well, T'is not much different from this place in terms of weather. T'is cold all year-round. THe mountains form an intricate maze; eventually leading into either the small yet warm recluse of Halas; my birthplace; or the dreaded dungeon of Permafrost, home to the vicious Lady Vox herself."

"As to your desire for companions, I would gladly hunt with a wizard of the white. Unfortunately, I know not all of this continent well. While my travels through the other continents have been quite extensive. i fear I have knowledge of only a few areas in here.

I am familiar with the Great Divide and Eastern Wastes; occupied by my dreaded enemies, the Storm Giants. I am vaguely aware of the Iceclad Ocean; the non-magical link between Velious and the rest of the world.

In the form of Dungeons, I have visited but 2. The Crystal Caverns, a place crawling with Ry'gorr orcs, and crystaline spiders, containing a small encampent of the Coldain.

Also, There is the dread Tower of Frozen Shadow; a true test for any group; large or small. T'is a large area accesible through certain keys; all of which I possess. However, be warned. My body is forever bound to these keys; they cannot be taken from me in any way, even if I wanted to.

This place, occupied by witches, golems, and all forms of Shadows and Undead, is home to some treasures of monumental wealth. These treasures possess immense power; but they do not come easy.

But, my friend, you and I alone, not even with the help of Lodirndellia, can embark to venture in such a tower. There are many souls that lurk in those hollowed halls; and I fear we would require the aid of another. we require someone that the undead would fear. Perhaps a force of Holiness, like any neighboring paladin or cleric. Or, perhaps we could teach the fools a tue lesson. One from the darkside; a spirit in touch with these demons; a spirit, perhaps like a Shadowknight or Necromancer.

but, be it the tower, Velious, or wherever, I am always eager to wander. Perhaps, we should wait for the lady to regain her full perception and ask her to join us?"

 

[Lorindellia]

Lorindellia's eyes narrow as the feeling subsides and she hears talk of monsters. The Undead, the keys she has come to aquire.

"M'Lord I seek the keys myself. Tell me how you obtained them."

She said.

 

[silverwolf]

soryan

" i agree" i said then turning back to lorindellia " and as to you inquary, Normally casters do not carry lades but unlike most casters i used to be a warrior before i found my power.anyway that is a long and boring story.anyway, i got this before i became a caster and it is especially useful against orcs and goblins. it was made by elves to destroy them." i said explaining the reason i carry a blade

 

[KrazRussian]

Wilhelmm

"Well My friends, gather round and I shall tell ye."

Lorindellia and Soryan edge closer to Wilhelmm.

"THe keys are found of the rarest and most dangerous beasts in the tower. each floor is like it's own separate dungeon in this unholy tower.There is but one who maintains each key; Usually the rarest and most ferious of the beasts."

"To pass through each floor, you and your friends must gather 'round a mirror. Then, only the soul bearing the necessary key must touch the mirror, and he and all standing near the mirror shall be teleported to the next level.

Beware, if thee dare to touch any of the mirrors without the key, banished shall ye be from the Tower. Re-enter you may, but you will need to follow the same path as you took to get there; including being teleported through the mirror."

"For the first floor key, you shall need to slay a Large Undead Gnoll."

"To obtain the second key, you must obliterate the fiendish Angry Librarian; a once powerful mage; now his spirit contains this key."

"To obtain the third key, thee need to dispose of the Enraged Cook; a witch with powerful and dark magics."

"To obtain the fourth key, thy shall need to dispose of the rare Cara Omica. Another witch; she can heal all of her wounds in an instant; no matter how damaged she may be. If you be lucky, she drops a rare item known as a Sorcerous bowl.

Rare be this enchanted bowl; t'is made of a rare gold, and encrusted with gems. A happy traveler be he who can obtain such a powerful item. It sells to commonfolk for a pretty penny, but only a pure caster of the magical arts could use such an item."

"To obtain the fifth key, You must confront and destroy an Enraged Relative. I remember fighting this fiend; the fiend be a Sceptre, a powerful necromancer in the form of a cloaked flying skeleton."

"To obtain the sixth key, you need to venture high into the tower. There, thee shall need to slay the dreaded VhalSera; an efretti, or a djinni of incredible power."

"The seventh floor be the last of the floors in the tower that have been discovered. Unfortunately my friends, in all my knowledge and years of travel, I fear I cannot tell you much about this level. But, I shall relate what I know."

"This level is haunted by fiendish bats. should you slay such a bat, thy job is not finished. For the bats drop their illusions and return to their true appearance. Each one of these bats is, in actuallity, a very powerful Vampire. T'is not all. Genies and skeletons and Golems also dwell on this level."

"The overlord of the tower dwells in this level. She is a powerful necromancer who goes by the name, Tserinna. I have not fought her personally, but I have heard erie stories about encounters with this necromancer. She, much like Cara, can cure all of her wounds even quicker. She possesses incredible power, and has slain even the most powerful, the most elite adventurers in Norrath. Her treasures must be great, but they come at a heavy cost."

"The only other part about the tower that I know about is a special room. Many mirrors are scattered throughout this gigantic room. Only one of them leads to the eigth level; and thee never know which one, for I believe t'is a different mirror every time. No one knows what key is required to access the eighth floor, t'is never been discovered. However, like all else, click ye on the wrong mirror, or click ye even on the right mirror without a key, and banished ye shall be from the tower."

I clear my throat and take a little breather as I end my story. Soryan and Lorindellia both have the look of curiosity and wonder on their faces.

I clear my throat again, and speak "But my friends, that be enough talk of monsters for tonight. Adventurers as we may be, all of us need a hearty break from our travels. Tonight, we relax, celebrate our triumphs, and enjoy ourselves."

"Personally, these last few days of traveling have been heavy for me, and have left me a bit aching, battered, stressed, and another feeling I can't quite put my finger on. And all this talk has made me thirsty. Bartender, a round of Armadillo simmer ale for me and my friends here. And, oh, I'm feeling a bit fiesty tonight, so, why not, send 'ere a Minotaur Hero Brew, and mix it with a respectable touch of Halas Heater." I finish my order and stretch my back "There, that fierce coctail show boost me up mighty fine"

I notice a large lounge chair open not too far away from the fire, just enough to make one feel comfortable. I pick myself up, and situate myself over to the chair. I sit down "Oh, Bartender, I must say, ye dwarves are quite hospitable. I learn my head back in the chair, stretch out my legs, and relax.

 

[silverwolf]

soryan

next to the winhelm ther happened to be another chair. jesturing to it. "me lady may i show you to a more comfortable seat."i said as i led lorindellia to it. " and i must get my rest so i bid you good night." With that i went and got a room and went to bed

 

[Lorindellia]

"what an unusual man." Lorindellia thought as she watched the mage leave.

Shrugging her shoulders she took up the seat he had just vacated and sighed as the bartender brought her a new shaker.

She drank some and a smile crept to her face once again.

She relaxed and began daydreaming again about Ysian. Why was he so much on her mind tonight? It was not as if she had never seen another Barbarian in her life? M'Lord knows she lived amongst them from her 19th season on ward. The Wolves of the North had mended her soul when he said goodbye and never returned. The Wolves of the North taught her of justice, the ways of War, fletching, brewing, Archery, some magic, and much more, but the Wolves of the North had never taught her how to get over him. The Shaman she loved forever....

 

[KrazRussian]

Wilhelmm

I glanced over to see the beautiful ranger sitting next to me. I smile to her, but notice she is not responding. "Eh" I think to myself, the poor girl must be tired. The venture here is no easy task for anyone. I finish my Brew, and decide to doze off a bit.

I wake up shortly after, not 20, maybe 30 minutes later. I turn around, and notice Lorindellia sitting there, with the same expression on her face.

On the outside, she is smiling. Any person would think she was happy as sunshine. But, something seemed odd. From closer look, she seemed concerned, even in her sleep. Something seemed to be bothering her.

Something about her made it seem that inside, she was sad. Perhaps the alcohol was giving her a false facial expression. But then, what kind of gentleman would I be if I disturbed a lady in her sleep for my own curiosity.

I decided to order again, but not alcohol. My natural tolerance maybe high, but I know my own limit, and I felt like I was getting close to mine. Besides, it's supposed to be enjoyment right? Why force yourself to do something you don't want.

So, I order up a Karana Brown Tea, mixed with some Sylvan berry juice. Don't know why, but that combination always seems to make me feel even a little bit better.

As I sip my tea, I try to find Soryan to see where he might be. Then, I heard from one of the barsfolk that Soryan has decided to hit the hay for the night. I look at the large wooden clock above the fireplace. Hmm, doesn't seem to be too late. Eh, wizards; their theories I still don't understand.

Eh, I finish my tea, and place the cup on a table to the right of my chair. I glance once again over to my left to look at Lorindellia. She is indeed a sight to behold.

I look over and I notice a sudden change. Pupils begin to form on the uncovered parts of her face. Her Ry'gorr armor doesn't seem to keep her very warm. Her face grows a tad pale. I glance over, and notice she had taken off her gauntlets. Indeed, her palms began to twitch; they start shaking lightly.

Now, this has become more serious. Perhaps she is sick? Who knows. I know T'is not very gentleman-like to wake a lady. But, this is a serious condition.

I wrap her small hands in mine, my giant palms seem quite able to wrap around her more petite hands. I utter in a quiet tone "M'lady, wake up, you seem not well."

No response. I utter "Lorindellia, wake up." in a tone a bit louder.

Still no response. Perhaps she is not hearing anything at the moment. I decide to squeeze her palms ever so gently with my own. When I still see no response, I squeeze them a bit harder.

Finally, her eyes open, and she lifts her head up, still seeming a bit dazed.

Feeling relieved, I let go of her arms and move a bit closer to her. Realizing that my height would make communication a bit hard, I decide to crouch down on one knee. THere, that brought me down almost near eye contact level.. By this time, her head is in a more erect position, and she seems more awake.

Seeing her awake, I remark "M'lady, my sincere appologies for waking you, but you seemed to be shivering, and possibly developing a case of hypothermia, and It would not be right of me to allow that to happend to a lady, much less one as beautiful as thyself."

I pause for a moment and continue "I know this is perhaps not appropriate of me to ask, but, you seem a bit dazed. At first, when i met you, you were quite cheerful and full of spirits. But, over time, you seem to have grown more stressed out; you seemed to become somewhat out of touch with us. T'is probably none of my business to ask, but is something the matter with thee? Has something I or anyone else have done saddened you in any way?"

 

[Lorindellia]

"M'Lord Wihilem, I really do not know what has come over me tonight. Seeing you, sitting in a comfortable place has brought back some memories of my time in Halas. A far way for a wood elve from home. THe Wolves of the North took me in, to be sure. And I will always hold then a place in my heart. Yet I do not think that this is all that is wrong with me. I feel as though someone is casting a spell upon me, yet I can not sense who, or where the spell is coming from." Lorindellia looks around nervously. "At first I thought it was Soryn, however he has gone."

As this thought is spoken, Lorindellia again begins to shiver, her eyes roll up into her head and she cleanly passes out.

 

[silverwolf]

soryan

i wake with a start."SHIT" i yelled and knew everyone in the town heard it." how could i have been so nieave." i said to myself as i rush back down to the bar to find lorindellia in what can only be described as passed out." winhelm what happened.she looks sick as if there is magic afoot."i said as i kneel down to inspect her.as i wait for his answer i chant a healing spell to help the lady returning some of her color. turning back to winhelm. "how long has she been like this?" i ask with more concern than i ment to show.

 

[KrazRussian]

Wilhelmm

ooc: this is my last reply for the night Will be back sometime tomorrow; no clue when yet though.

"Lorindellia?" I call. "Lorin? Can you hear me?" No answer. Again, the signs of sickness are upon her.

Something feels wrong here. There is a traitor in this bar. Lorindellia's sickness; t'is not natural. someone is causing it. I know it is not Soryan, a wizard does not have such abilities. Nay, this could only have come from a Shaman, Necromancer, Shadowknight, or druid. They are the only ones with the abilities to cast such a spell.

I went to the barkeep and purchased a room. I did so and walked back over to Lorindellia. The poor soul was shivering; the spell cast was powerful indeed. I picked her up in my hands, and start carrying her into the sleeping chambers. I approach our room; room number 11 to be precise. T'is not far from the bar itself; past the door leading to the bedrooms, t'is the 4th door on on left side while walking away from the bar itself.

I open the large wooden door to reveal a nice, medium-sized yet cozy room. The windows were quite sturdy, designed to protect the occupant from the harsh weather of Thurgadin. In hte middle of the room was a very large bed; loked to be about king-size. The bed covered with a thick wool blanket, sure to provide adequate warmth under normal circumstances.

Even though it might have helped, I decided not to remove her armor. The armor does provide some cloth underneath for protection from the cold, but the Velium metal of the armor does not provide a positive effect. Still, T'is not right to remove a lady's clothing without her concent, unless absolutely necessary. In this case, it was not, her armor was the least of her worries; this sickness is caused by something a lot more serious..

I unfold half of the blanket, and place her down on the bed,. While refusing to taking off all of her clothing, I felt taking off the Helm and boots would beb beneficial; the boots were not helping, and neither was the helm.

I removed the books to her wool socks; drenched in her sweat and some fo the beer spilt on her earlier. I removed the helm to reveal her full gourgeous red hair. I remove a wave of it that it stuck to her cheek and brush it off.

I tuck her in half way. I decide however, that she would need to allow some circulation to go through her body. So, I removed her Ry'gorr collar, and unbuttoned the first clasp on her Breastplate. "There, that should let her body breath a bit more" I thought to myself.

I placed my bag on the ground and began searching through it. I found a few leaves and some strange dark green liquid. No expert alchemist am I, but I have some basica training in it; after all, you do need some healing aids to survive in the wilderness. So, I crush and chop the leaves up iwth my dagger, and drop them into the liquid. Surprizingly enough, it is still warm; considering I haven't actually used it in ages.

I place the container slightly above a candle so that it may heat up for a bit. "There, in 2 minutes, I'll have what I need; a basic healing salve; used to cure common diseases. Meanwhile, as it is heating, I sit down on the bed next to Lorindellia.

I speak, softly "Lorindellia, my beautiful ranger, I know you probably can't hear me, but I swear, I'll find the bastard who did this to you, and I'll make them swallow their own blood off the edge of my edge. In the name of Mithaniel and the Tribunal, I'll do it."

I try to rub her palms again with my own. Still, hers are cold, and starting to turn a slight shade of blue.

Finally, the medicine is prepared. I search through my bag, and find a sown bandage from a stack I made while hunting in the Great Divide. I take one, and dip it in the Liquid, to make sure that it soaks up enough of the remedy. I then remove the dressing and apply it to her neck. "This should help you sweet Lorindellia. Now rest" I kiss her lightly on her forehead, pick up my blades, and walk out of the room.

Through all this time, there was someone else in the room. But, so pre-occupied with caring for the ranger, that I paid no attention to much else.

 

[silverwolf]

soryan

as i watch winhelm take the ranger to a room i scan the bar to see if there is any magic users about.finding none i walk to there room and before entering i place a basic protection spell on the door and room."how is she." i ask as i walk over to her with my staff in hand."i think i can help a little" with that i remove a little dagger that i keep at my waste.chanting a healing spell i prick my finger letting a drop of blood drop onto both her wrists.still chanting i focus my whole being into the spell though i am not versed in healing i figure it should help a little.then sitting against the foot of tthe bed i go to sleep trying not to go unconciess instead.and i start dreaming


DREAM

as i dream i see a man or what looks like a man dressed in black
and looks to be either a necromancer or druid though i can not tell whitch."you shall not succeed white one i shall destroy you."he sais as i get ready for his attack.He sends a huge fireball and just before it hits me i awake to find that my hand are burned and i have lost my sense of touch in my left hand.

ooc:luckily my charecter is right handed

 

[KrazRussian]

Wilhelmm

I proceed back to the bar area. Before I open the door leading to the bar, however, i decide to do something. Since all of those vile casters have the ability to make themselves invisible to others, I decided to counter that. I took out of my bag, another of my rare possessions, a Fingerborne Hoop; a magical earring that granted me the power to see invisible creatures. I put the earring on, and walk into the bar.

I notice some of the bar folk still sitting there over ale. I walk over to the bar table, and i notice some of the spilt beer from earlier still there. "Thats It!" I think to myself "what if the poison is inside the beer?" I walk over, and sweep up the remaining drops with my finger.

I smell the liquid; it has an odd smell. I've had Faydwer Shackers before, but they did not smell like this. Hmm, I take a little taste of it; indeed, something is not right about this. It takes like, it's, somehow, it's LACED! I can taste it! It is laced with something. This must be the cause!

In anger, I walk over to near the bar, and lift up the dwarven bartender by his neck. "Bastard! How DARE you! You served the lady a poisoned drink!"

The dwarf, nearly unable to breathe, managed a feeble reply "uuuuhhhhh, uuhhhh, ppppllleeeaseee. lllleeet mmeee exxplaiinn."

I forcefully pushthe drawf down into one of the barstools. The barsfolk are again on their feet. I draw my blade and bring it to within 1 foot of the dwarf's neck. I say "Answer me dwarf! Why did you lace the drink you served to lady Lorindellia! Answer truthfully, least I use your head for a house decoration."

The dwarf, finally regaining his breath, answers "Good sir Wilhelmm, please, put thy blade down. T'is no place for violence."

"Nay" I say. "This blade shall not be sheathed until I get an answer."

"Very well" the dwarf replied. "Sir, I assure you, I had no knowledge that the beverage was laced. I mixed the drinks, I do not make the product. The only thing I put in extra was a touch of Kromif Spit Vodka, but that is a traditional custom in Thurgadin, and has never caused sickness before."

"Continue" I say. "If you indeed are truthful to thy words, who would have added the poison?"

"I'm afraid I know not sir." Replied the bartender. "THe kitchen prepares the drinks thmeselves. But, I had mixed that particular drink all night, and this has been the first problem at all".

"The only thing I remember after mixing the drink, was putting it down on the bartable and yelling that the drink be passed to the lady in the corner. Perhaps someone may have added the ingredient during that time; but who, I do not know. I swear by the word of Brell my lord, that i knew nothing about any of this."

Knowing this bartender from before, and knowing how high in virtue these dwarves hold their promises in the name of Brell, I do believe the bartender. I say "Very well sir, T'is my appology for disturbing you, but who could be calm in a situation like that? Still, t'is no excuse friend, and I do humbly appologize for my rash actions."

The dwarves face manages to crack a smile "All is forgiven Wilhelmm, my friend. Now come, have another drink. Thurgadin is no place for drearyness, especially not at the Velium Keg."

I reply "Thank you for the offer, but I am done for the night in terms of alcohol. Have you, by chance, any healing remedies or salves on sale?"

The barkeep replies "Nay good lord. I would recommend you to an alchemy shoppe, but unfortunately, Thurgadin does not house one of those. My appologies."

"Darn" I say "Well, hmm, let me see if perhaps the other patrons sell anythin to help"

I turn, facing the remaining public and ask if any have any kind of cure remedies, or can cast some form of cure spell. Unfortunately, no one has anything available.

With nothing much left to be done, I return to my previous chair, and order another cup of Karana Brown Tea, without the berry juice this time. I sit down once again, and relax.

 

[KrazRussian]

Wilhelmm

oc sorry Silver, didn't notice your post before I made my second.

I walk back into the sleeping quarters and past the room of my new wizard friend. Knocking on the door, I hear a quiet "come in" from inside.

I walk in to see Soryan on the bed, his arms under his blanket, sweating quite heavily.

I say "Thank you for your help friend. I fear I know not yet definetely what it was that sicken Lorindellia, but the Faydwer shacker spilt on her seemed to have some kind of poison in it. I fear one of the patrons must have slipped it into her drink."

Suddenly, Soryan, remaining quiet, slips his arms from underneather his blanket. I stare at them in horror.

"By God, what has happend to you friend?!" His palms have been burned heavily, pieces of skin still peeling off his hands. "First, Lorindellia, now you; is there no peace in this place?"

 

[silverwolf]

soryan

" winhelm my friend." i said as i came to sit next to him."i belive the lady willbe fine" i said as i put my hands on the arms of the chair showing my burned hands."bartender bring what i was having earlier" i tell him as i lean back in my chair

 

[KrazRussian]

Wilhelmm

But what about thyself? you hands are burnt quite severely.

 

[silverwolf]

soryan

" i know not how this happened though i did have a dream though i remember not what it was about.but there is deffinetly evil afoot.did you find out what made the lady sick"i asked as i tried to hide my hands

 

[KrazRussian]

Wilhelmm

ooc; Last thread of the night. For real this time boss is gonna hate when I show up to work half-assed tomorrow.

"I feel it's the beer. I detected a hint of poison in it. I have questioned the bartender, and I do believe someone has slipped something into the drink while it was being passed. Still don't know who though"

 

[silverwolf]

soryan

ooc: i totally understand.i to have to go to work tomorrow and i can't be asleep riding horses or i'll like die but i'm dum and don't know when to go to bed so i post and keep on posting anyway look at it this way we keep having post fests and you won't be a virgin much longer.(though i dought you are in writing i mean )


ic:"no my friend there is no peace though be comforted.lorindellia will start to be back to normal in the morning.or atleast i hope." i said as i started to slip away from reality again