Everquest

[Lorindellia]

Lorindellia feels her body being lifted. Then placed in a soft spot.

Her world spins, slowly, then faster and faster as if she is being sucked straight down into the bowells of the earth. Gone... Time passes... Voices... The smell of magic is strong now she smells it and burning flesh and she is afraid that it is her own. She can not feel her body, but only smells come to her. Her sense of smell.... Fading, spinning.....


Someone is touching her

They have pressed a cool cloth to her forhead she feels her body. Her limbs are intact and she has no pain at all. A damnable headache, and she can not see.

She smells everything. THe lingering odor of burnt flesh, magic, some herbs and something very different, out of place. She has not smelt that smell before. It is dark and reeks of danger.

She tries to cry out, but can not.

She tries to open her eyes, but they will not obey

She tries to lift her head. But her neck will not listen.

She is spent from this small effort

She reaches her hand out to touch Chain mail. Not her own. Hers is still on her, and is weighting her down, making her feel as if 1,000 pounds are crushing her into the bed. She traces one link then another, reaching higher, hooking her tiny pinky into every link to preveent her hand from falling back down, as she inches her arm upward.

"Ysian", she finally says. "Oh Ysian help me"

And now there is a barbarian at her side. No, not Ysian.

Yes, Ysian. It must be him. No other Barbarian would have reason to be sitting on a bed next to her. But he doesn't smell like Ysian.

And then from the other side of the bed she hears another voice and feels shivering. The voice says, "She awakens."

And at that moment the source of the smell is revealed, From behind the heavy drapes a dark elve necromancer is revealed. He says, "At last I have you Lady Lorindellia!" and begins to cast a spell.

 

[KrazRussian]

Wilhelmm

oc thanks for the kind words Silver. Hmm, up a bit early, so, got time for another post before work.

:Ic.

I am sitting again in the bar chatting with Soryan. He seems to be a little weary himself.

But something doesn't feel right. My training has taught me to sense magic; and there is some magic brewing around here. Some dark, powerful magic; it feels like necromancy.

I stnad and utter to Soryan "something seems wrong here tonight. This bar area seems calm, it must be something in the sleeping quarters. I think I shall go to investigate. I know not what is wrong, only that there is dark magic brewing around here."

I stand up, leaving Soryan in the bar, and proceed to the quarters. Suddenly, from the 4th door to my left, I hear a sound. Shit! T'is coming from my room. I listen closely, and hear a voice inside. My senses tell me the magic is coming from in here.

Indeed, there is dark magic brewing 'round here. I try to open the door. Locked. Dammit, the necromancer must have locked the door. I run hard into the door, trying to barge it open. Dammit, the necromancer has put some sort of protection on it.

Quickly, I run back to the bar. I see Soryan, and I utter "friend, help me, Lorindellia is in trouble; a necromancer has occupied her room. Wake up!"

No response. Soryan has lost contact with the world.

I look around, only 1 other bar patron that I see remains. I call out for a rogue, or a magic user to help me gt rid of the proctection. No one responds.

I run back to the door, and decide to keep trying to barge down the door. One more attempt... Failed.

This door must be shielded. However, I am familiar with this particular magic. It seems to wear off when enough damage has been dealt to it. I equip my two blades and quickly begin hacking at teh door.

I can sense progress, but the door seems to be striking back. everytim I hit it; I feel flame running through my body. Painful as it is, I cannot stop. I will not stop.

Eventually, after hacking at teh door, I notice something. Suddenly, a blue cover forms around the door. One more time I strike at it; and the blue cover seems to fall; the aura from the door falls.

"Yes" I think to myself. I once again try to barge at the door. It gets progressively weaker. Gathering up my strength, I charge it one more time. The door flies open, and I rush inside.

I see the necromancer; standing at bedside ner the now-concious Lorindellia.

"Fool!" he screams. "Who dares disturb the great Venrel D'Vendivern in his actions? Away with you!"

Furious and battle ready, I scream "I care not who you are Lich. I know only one thing, thee shall taste your blood tonight."

Finishing the sentence quickly, I charge at the Lich (ooc: another term for necromancer; this is also one of their possible phases). He tries to get off a spell, but before he can finish the incantation, my blade strikes him across the chest. I see that the blade has hit home. A river of crimsoon red flows from his robe, and he clutches at his chest.

Another swing, another hit. The necromancer is getting weaker. I land a few more blows, and it seems that the necromancer is near death. Suddenly, another incantation I hear in the background. I turn around, and see a Barbarian, similar to myself, but shorter and less muscluar. He must be a shaman.

I try to run toward him, but it is too late. He has cast off hi incantation. Suddenly, I feel slower. I try to run forwared, but my feet barely move, I try lifting my arms, but find it very difficult. Realizing I cannot reach the shaman, I turn around to the necromancer. I see, he is starting to mend his wounds.

I realize my best chance is to imobolize at least one of them. So, I lift my blades again, and lunge them at the necromancer. I wish not to kill him; only to put him into a state where he magic is useless; he would be unable to cast, but he would still live. I swing once more, at his right arm. Another good shot, as more blood is now running from the necromancer. I slowly and painfully lift my other blade to swing at his left arm. Again it hits; and the necromancer has entered that state. He has lost too much blood, he is too damaged, and his arms will not lift; he would not be able to cast a spell now.

I have grown weaker. The slownes spell of the shaman is takin it's toll. Yet, I struggle on, trying to reach the shaman. Again, I am too late. He releases an incantation, and suddenly, I clutch at my chest. A disease comes over me, and I drop to one knee and clutch my own chest. I try to struggle onward, but cannot. This shaman's magic is too powerful.

I look up, and can no longer see him. he has vanished. In fact, I can barely see anything; so I cannot tell if he has captured Lorindellia with him. Only the pain of his disease spell occupies my mind. I know the power of these spells, and realize how much they can do. But, I know they wear off evetually, but i don't know if my body can withstand it.

I look up again, and see my dark green potion on the counter. The counter seems close, and I may be able to reach it. With all the strength I have, I crawl toward the the counter, lift my left hand up, and try to pickup the container. What felt like no more than an ounce before feels like 50 pounds now, In my quivering hand, shaking; spilling some of the potion on the ground, I finally bring it to myself.

I know this potion can be rubbed on, and I also know that I can drink it. Slowly, I bring it to my mouth, again spilling some of it. I place the rim of the container to my lips, and drink the contents of it. I can feel a slight relief coming, but t'is not enough.

Now I begin to lose conciousness. I am losing touch with reality. Teh shaman's magic is too strong. I lean my body against the bed, and my conciousness has faded. I pass out aagainst the bed.

 

[silverwolf]

soryan

again i am awakened by the use of magic and i run up lorindellia's room.twinhelm is laying on the loor and what looks to be a lich and a barberian are next to lorindellia.though the lich has faded into uncouncesness.unsheathing my sword i charge twoard the barbarian.He turns twoard me,i start to swing my sword but am stoped dead in my tracks."shaman"i say and drop my sword.switching my staff to my other hand i chant a fire spell.though i can feel his spell taking a toll i figure if winhelm can last long enough to take out a lich then can atleast do this.Finishing my thought and incantation i let loose a fire ball directly into his chest.immediatly his spell loses effect.he grabs the lich and jumps out the window.after that exertion and not having slept very much i collapsenext to winhelm slipping away from reality once again.

 

[Lorindellia]

OOC: Guys this is going great. I can barely wait to read what is going to happen next. If there is someone who would like to play one of the evil characters or maybe Ysian please Chime in... Thanks...


Slowly the room comes into focus. Lorindellia sees the two men from the bar sprawled near the foot of the bed she is lying in. Very weak, thirsty, hungry and dazed she begins to cast her Ranger's healing spell, first on the Mage Soryan; She knows from experience that they are much easier to restore than Barbarians of any class. She watches as his hands begin to heal before her eyes, his faces loses the lines of pain that were etched there only seconds before. Slowly he is restored to health and awakens.

Lorindellia is quiet for a few minutes as she prays to Mother Tunare for the mana to heal Wilhelmm. She feels the power of her God speaking to her and opens her eyes, First she casts Cure Disease upon him, seeing that he attempted to cure himself with the potion she recognizes as a healing potion. Then she casts Light healing, over and over. Stopping every few minutes to pray for more mana. One thing she learned while fighting the Icy Orcs in Everfrost was that the Barbarian constitution is tremendous, Once they have been hurt to this point, it is almost as if they are near death, and it takes many - many healing spells to restore them.

After using all her mana twice, Wilhelmm is finally conscious. Lorindellia is exhausted but intact. The feeling of black magic is gone. However the feeling of sticky spilt beer down her armour is not. Without regard for the obvious fact that there are two men in the room, in fact without thinking anything at all about it, Lorindellia removes her RyGoor tunic and begins to cleanse her body with the cloth near the water pitcher by her bedside.

She does not notice the silence of these two as they stare at her completely dumbfounded as she lifts her breasts to wash the shaker away. Instead she notices that wherever that shaker touched her Elven skin it is red as the Sky in ButcherBlock at sunrise. Each movement of the cloth over these red marks causes her to flinch in pain.

She is completely oblivious to anything around her as instead of getting less painful, the redness grows, it is as if she is making it worse by trying to remove it. She tries a cure disease spell on herself, it does not help, she tries a healing spell and it does n othing to ease the pain which begins at the top of her cleavage and makes its way between her breasts, is bright and angry below each of her breasts and continues in a straight line until it stops at her "Purity Belt" which seemed to protect her from the waist down.


"oh Mother Tunare, I need a healing salve this instant" she says outloud.

Closing her eyes to the pain.

She prays.

She prays for the protection of her God Mother Tunare, and for the strength to clean her armour of this vileness before replacing it. Yet she can not go on, she must rest and gather her strength. The healing of the Mage and Barbarian have taken their toll.

She slowly lowers her body back into the mattress and quietly drifts off once again into a peaceful slumber. She feels safe now. She knows Mother Tunare is now with her.

 

[KrazRussian]

Wilhelmm

Concioness! I can hear myself breathing again.

I stand up, as quick as I can. Only then, I realized; this wasn't much of an Idea. I was sore as hell, and getting up quick didn't help.

Having no clue about the lapse of time, I quickly drew my blade again, thinking the shaman was still in the room. Yet, he was not, neither was the necromancer. I do see Soryan, staring at me, with a look of relief.

I turn around a bit further, and I see a sight of marvel. it is Lorindellia, and apparently, she has removed her chestplate. THe only thing that still covers her breasts is a tiny green bikini. I stare at her, in awe.

She removes her bikini support to cleanse her breasts. "Wow" is all I could think about. I utter "M'lady, you are well! And you look, um, well; um, amazing actually" No response from Lorin; once again, she is in her own parallel universe.

I cannot help but look, I am trully ashamed at my weakness, but I cannot draw myself away from looking at this beautiful ranger. Her breasts are perfect; large they are, but not too large; just the prefect size. They are golden colored, much like the rest of her body. The pink nipples, stand erect and peak out.

I watch in amazement; all the while, that all-too-common feeling comes over me. Blood gushes to my crotch, and I can feel my member start to swell and increase. Knowing how large it does get, I knew that the armor, strong as it is, did not conseal it completely.

"Oh god, not now" I think to myself. Yet, there is nothing I can do. I stand there, and pray that the bulge in my armor goes unnoticed.

It is a blessing that Lorindellia, the woman who no doubt healed me back to conciousness, is not in touch with her surroundings. A rash begins to form at her breasts, and slowly moves down her body. She tries to pour water over it to prevent the spread. But, all that does is make her beautiful breasts glisten, and look even more gourgeous.

She tries to cure her disease magically, but that does not help. As effective as the magic of a ranger is; they are not the most apt in the arts of healing.

Suddenly, she stopped trying, and fell back onto the bed, clsoing her eyes and sleeping. Except this time, I knew what she was doing, she was meditating.

I knew what I had to do. This type of poison could only be cured by a cleric or shaman, or by a potion made by a shaman. Fortunately, my erection had died down again. I return once again to the bar, and scan for anyone available. Fortunately, A shaman, another Barbarian like myself, is sitting at the bar. I approach him, and ask to purchase 10 such potions.

He responds "aye sir, I can carry outthat order, T'it'll cost ye 100platinum"

Without hesitation, I pull out my coin bag. The shaman finishes the potions, and says "They are ready sir."

I answer "Splendid" I hand the shaman 110 platinum pieces "And a little extra for your efforts my friend, thank you kindly."

I salute the shaman, and he returns my salute with a bow. I wave to him, pick up the potions, and return to the room. Lorindellia is still sleeping.

"There, this should do the trick" I think to myself. I remove one of the potions from my bag, along with 2 cloth bandages. Fortunately, the rash has not spread far, it has yet to spread past her upper body.

I apply some of the potion to the cloth, and bring it closer to her body. AS I get closer, I can smell her body scent. It smells wonderful, it evokes a smell of nature, of fresh plants and healthy trees. The smell is indulging.

Gently, I rub the cloth bandage over her body. I rub above her breasts, and all over the stomach. I wipe slowly between her breasts, and carefully rub the bangade over her breasts. Being so close to her, andf her wonderful aroma has given my erection new life; and it is back.

I finish wiping and remove the bandage from her body. The rash seems to have been neutralized. Slowly, the redness starts to fade, her body begins to cool down to normal temperature, and her skin is beginning to regain that gourgeous golden color. I stand over the half-naked beauty, my new friend, I cover her body in the blanket, and I sign in relief.

 

[Lorindellia]

OOC: To those of you very interested in the adventure part, do not worry, it is coming, but I need this right now...


Coming fully aware of her surroundings, noticing her nakedness, remembering why... Lorindellia opens her eyes to see Winhelm gazing at her breasts.

The agonizing pain is gone.

He stares at her. She is unsure what to do. So she reaches out for him. She takes his hand and places it on her right breast and says, "There M'Lord, is this what you are dreaming of at this moment?"

She has no idea why she would do such a thing. Clearly, while she is fully healed, she can not be recovered completely - she must have lost her senses. Yet she know, that his hand needs to touch her and she feels there is no harm in letting him.

She relaxes as he massages her. Poor Soryan is there, next to them, watching. His jaw nearly on the floor as he is dumbfounded.

Noticing his gaze watching Winhelm massage her right breast, unsure really if Sonyan is interested in His hand or her breast, she also reaches out to him, and pulls his hand to her left breast.

And then it begins. Excrutiating pleasure fills her body replacing all memory of the pain of the night before. Her loins ache. Her lip quivers, and she releases a moan as .. .. ..

 

[KrazRussian]

Wilhelmm

as I kneels down, and, without stopping from rubbing her right breast, begin to plant kisses all over her body.

I start at her neck, and work my way down to her upper body. I stop for a moment, to reply "M'lady, this is what i have dreamed of since I laid my eye upon thee."

Her skin is incredible. It feels like the softest of silks. her breasts are amazing. THey feel so nice in my hand.

I can feel my erection; it is full and is pressing against my armor. I cannot stay in these pants much longer...

 

[Lorindellia]

....

Unable to believe the desire that is overwhelming her Lorindellia places her right hand over Wilhelmm's hand, and her left over Soryan's. Moans escape her involuntarily, from deep within. Years of denyed sexual feelings melt away and she begins to move her hips forward and backward as these hands begin to bring her to orgasm.

She feels Wilhelmm kisses, and their hands. She never wants this to stop. A woman, who has denyed herself for nearly 17 seasons, is hotter than a mithril forge. Years of hunting, war, and strict training melt away.

She gives into the erotic feelings swelling inside her

 

[KrazRussian]

Wilhelmm

Sensing that Lorindellia was approaching Orgasm faster, I decided to make use of my other hand. I moved it down her body, to her Ry'gorr pants.

Slowly, I unbutton the clasps; leaving the bottom of the bikini exposed. I move the pants further down her legs, down to her ankles, THe small bikini bottoms being her only cover now.

I move my hand down near her pubic hair area. I slide the hand down inside bikini. I can feel the inside, a small, well-maintained v-shaped patch of pubic hair.

I move my hand down even further to the opening of her slit. I can feel it; it is wet, and hot at the same time. I rub the outside of her slit, and she moans in pleasure. Her orgasm is building, I can feel it.

I proceed, and move 1 finger inside her. I can feel the warmt inside of her. I can feel, she will have her orgasm soon.

As for myself, i don't know how much longer I can stay in these pants.

 

[Lorindellia]

Lorindellia moans loudly.

Someone has taken her pants off, and right now, that is okay.

The hand is a strong one, very large, she knows it is the Barbarian Wilhelmm's. Oh the touch. It sends her senses reeling, into the violent throes of a woman denied for over a decade.

She bites her lower lip to keep from crying out just as Soryn ...

 

[Lorindellia]

OOC Soryn... you are killing me! LoL Where are you?

watches in disbelief. Lorin is not sure what the look on his face means, but now Wilhelmm is doing something new to her and she has no time to think about it. The first of her earth-shttering orgasms begins and Lorin lets loose a mighty yell.

Oh! Mother Tunare! That feels so good! Do not stop!

 

[KrazRussian]

Wilhelmm

As I slowly fiinger Lorin, I can sense that she is enjoying it.

Suddenly, her body begins to twitch. Her hips buck against my hand, and she delivers her first orgasm.

I remove my hand from her wet slit; it is covered in her own juices. I temporarily stop kissing her up and down, and lick her juices off my fingers.

It tastes incredible. Her juices taste like sweet peaches, emitting an aroma of similar origin. I lick off her juices from my hand.

Finally, I cannot stand it anymore. It has grown extremely hot in here, and my erection pressing against my greaves is becoming quite painful. I utter "M'lady, t'is not fai to you being the only one to bare her body), and I remove the clasps on them, and remove my greaves. My huge member is set free, but my Kilt I do not remove. It is a tradition to wear it nearly at all times, and I remove it only for bathing.

I feel some relief from the heat; but not enough. My chest is beginning to heat up as well; so, I decide to remove my chestplate as well.

I lift Lorin up in my arms, and place her in a diagonal position across the beg. I walk over to the other side; next to beg beautiful long legs. I remove the only piece of clothing she has left; the tiny green bikini. Now, she is exposed to the world.

Because I cannot fit completely onto the bed, I only climb on it half-way. I take a breath, and lower my head between her legs. I begin to lick at her slit with my tongue.

THe heat

 

[Lorindellia]

The heat! Oh the heat from between her legs was definately rising. She opened her eyes when she felt her tiny elven body lifted with ease from the bed and gently placed back down diagonally on it.

She saw Soryan, so far, not really moving, just sitting there watching Wilhelmm as he moved his face between her legs. Lorin tosses her head back and again moans loudly, this time in Elvish, "Oh yes! Oh that feels so good M'Lord"

Her elven body of course is not meant to take someone as large as a barbarian, but she knows that one day, after much foreplay, her beloved Ysian was finally able to enter her after doing just this thing to her. What was it? She could feel him sucking on her clit. She could feel him licking her from bottom to front like a cat licking at its' paw, slowly, methodically, controlled. She looked down at him, and caught him searching her face with his eys. She smiled to show him she was pleased. She rarely smiled at men. What he did to her, oh it felt so good! She was hoping he woudn't stop anytime soon.

 

[KrazRussian]

Wilhelmm

Her vagina was tense. It was wet from teh first orgasm, and still quite hot. I could tell she was enjoying this.

I continue eating her out. However, now, I move my hand to near hte opening, and again behind to place my fingers inside. I continued to eat her slit while fingering her at the same time.

I could sense she was approaching another orgasm. I also noticed her pussy getting less and less tight. I was thinking to myself about whether she would be able to take my member. At the state it was at now, I wasn't sure. But, I felt if it expanded a bit more, I could do so.

I decided this position was uncomfortable for me. So, I temporarily stopped my actions, much to the dislike of Lorin. I moved her from a diagonal position on the bed to a vertical position of the right side of the bed; her head on one of the pillows.

Myself, I laid down on my back in a vertical position, a little bit to her left, and facing in the opposite direction. With my right hand, I picked up her left leg, and lifted it high into the air, allowing me enough room to slide my head and lefft hand under it.

I continue in my actions; eating out her pussy and fingering her. I wasn't paying attention to much of anything else. I did not even realize that my kilt had slid down, and that my huge member, in it's full erect glory, has slid from underneath my kilt, and was standing little more than a few inches from her face.

 

[Lorindellia]

Lorindellia was dumbstruck at the size of him. Oh what had she gotten herself into? And right there in front of Soryan, who she could no longer see, but could feel his eyes upon them; as if transfixed on what was unfolding before him.

If she was unable to accept this large man and knew that if she didn't she would never be able to fight by his side without this moment invading...

She had to relax.

Ysian had massaged her down there for hours trying to get her ready... What would happen if Winhelmm could not wait? Would he split her into?

Oh what he was doing felt so good...

She reached for his member with both hands and began to apply her light Elven touch, designed to delight his senses.

And she licked him playfully, flittingly, did he like this?? SHe wondered.

What was Soryan doing...

 

[KrazRussian]

Wilhelmm

The way she handles my member feels so good.

But, suddenly, I stop. My concious seems to have kicked in. "What are you doing?" It screams inside of me. "What kind of warrior are you... what kind of gentleman? You are taking advantage of a woman not in her right state of mind... Is this honorable? You should be ashamed, now, you have no honor."

I stop. I realize it. T'is true. I have let emotions control my thinking; rather than logic. My member was guiding my actions, not my mind.

I stand up, drop to one knee, and scream "Oh what have I done! What pitiful sort of warrior am I? I am nothing; I have no honor, I am a sinner, a sinner in my own eyes, in the eyes of God, and in the eyes of these people."

I turn to face Lorindellia, who lays on the bed confused. I tell her "M'lady, I have been a fool. I have taken advantage of thee while you were not thinking straight. I, myself, was not thinking straight. Nevertheless, T'is no excuse. I have no honor, I am not a true knight."

She is still looking at me puzzled. it looks like a tear is forming in her eye. I find my chestplate and Greaves and put them on. I tell her "I must leave this place. My actions are inexcusable, and I do understand if you never wish to speak to me again. "

Soryan is looking at me, completely puzzled. I grab my blades, and, in my full equipment, storm out of the room. I walk past the bar.

In my mind, I am envisioning that everyone is looking at me; like they all know. The women look at me in disgust. THe warrior look down at me with looks of disgust and anger on their face.

I cannot bear it. I need to leave this city. I start running, picking up my pace; trying to get out of the city as quickly as possible.

I finally make it. I enter into the Great Divide. T'is night. Most of the guards have entered the barracks. My Barbarian heritage does come with it's disadvantages; we are nearly blind at night. my face protector emits some light; but it is bleak, usually not enough.

I wander through the snowy peaks of the Divide. All the while, I am disgusted at my own actions. There is only one thing I can do. I reach into my pocket, and reveal an item I have never shown to anyone but myself.

It is a small medalion; T'is a medallion of Mithaniel Marr, a gift granted to me by a cavalier while we adventured together inside the dreaded Permafrost.

The medallion has an odd feature; some might see it as a plan medallion. However, T'is not. It glows like the most glorious of gems for those of true good will. For doers of evil; it will serve no purpose; it will not shine for them, it will look like a rusty medallion.

I look at the medallion closely. I have noticed, where once it shone for me like a bright star, It's look barely luminates it enough to be seen in the darkness.

T'is true. I have become a sinner. A nearly honorless warrior. I lay down onto the snow, subconciously. I look at the medallion and utter "Oh Glorious Mithaniel. Or Justiful Tribunal. I have committed an awful crime. I pray to thee, even in this, my darkest hour, please, grant me strength and will to atone for my actions." I stop talking, and daze off.

Shortly after, I am awaken. Something moist has rubbed it's way over my face. Suddenly aware, I open my eyes. It is a Coldain Tracking Wolf; a magnificent animal with innate abilities to track adventurers by scent. It licks my face once again.

A bleak smile crosses my face. "Well, at least this wolf will still associate with me" I think to myself. I get up, rub the wolf's head, and pull out a respectable piece of meat and feed it to the wolf. The animal barks playfully, and I send it off on it's duties,and watch as it runs to find others.

Suddenly, I hear a scream from far away. It is a female, and I know what I must do. Perhaps this is the test of the Gods, to see if I will indeed be willing to atone for my actions.

I know what I must do. I grab my blades, and run in the direction of the scream. Faster, Faster I move. I hear another scream from hte same place; this one much louder. "I draw near" I say to myself.

Finally, I reach my destination. Up slightly ahead, a caster of high elvish descent is laying on the ground, seemingly in pain. I approach her, needing to get ot her as fast as possible.

Suddenly, my warrior skills have returned to me. I sense something wrong; something about this situation is not right. Suddenly, the high elf stands up, and utters a devilish laugh as she transfors into her true state; a vicious, caniving Dark elf.

Out of the shadows emerge 2 frost giant elites, accompanied by Gorul Longshanks, a powerful giant, and a leader in these lands. THese monsters, standing close to 40 feet tall, if not more emerge and say "Your plan worked well Lady Soulstealer." They nod at her and turn to me "AS for you foolish warrior, we will give you the chance to surrender, or we shall kill you."

My situation did not look good. I answer the way all brave Thurgadin warriors would "I'd rather die a thousand painful deaths than serve filth like you".

"A dreaded mistake mortal" replies Gorul. And the giants begin to attack.

I know that I am in no shape to take on 3 giants. But, I cannot run; that is the cowards way. I will fight, and will die the way all warriors should; with honor. Finishing the statement, I drive my Velium blade into the foot of Gorul. A loud scream comes from Gorul, and his giant blood spills from his foot.

Remembering an old technique taught to me by a wize old Thurgadin warrior, I quickly remove my blade from his foot. Then, lining up my two swords, I strike with all my might, in an almost straight position of the blades, at the giants foot, about a foot and a half above his ankle. My blade hit home, one passing right above the other as teh blades slide through the giants huge leg as a knife goes through butter.

An even louder scream Gorul emits. part of his foots falls off, and he cannot hold his balance. He drops his rare and expensive shield, and I move out the way to prevent being hit by it. for some act of luck, Gorul seems to fall right onto one of the elites. the elite; strong as they are, cannot support the weight of one of their superiors falling onto them.

The elite drops his sword to catch Gorul, but is unable. Gorul colapses onto the giant, causing both of them to drop to the ground. The second giant did not drop hi blade wisely, as he finds himself landing on the sharp end of teh blade on one of his sides.

THe two giants have been immobilized, for now. However, I could not keep track of the 3rd. As I turn around, he swing his giant sword. I immediately recognize what it is; it is a Drakkel Icereaver; a powerful blade forged in Velium and a rare form of crystal.

I try, hard as I could, to dodge the blow, but the length of the blade and accuracy of the swing do not allow that. The Blade cleaves through the air, and finds it's way slicing at my ribs through the chestplate. My armor is powerful, but few, if any armors, can fully protect from such a blow.

I feel a shatter, I am sure that at least one of my ribs is broken. I can feel the impact of the blade, the deep gash that it forms; that gushes with blood; seeming through my armor. Breathing becomes difficult, and i drop to the ground, tyring to stay a live.

The evil enchanter is long gone. The standing elite helps his comrades up, and somehow, they manage to leave; they do not take my body with them.

I can feel my life force slowly fading. Blood gushes out of my mouth, and I envision a holy light approaching. Barely breathing, strength fading, I reach into my greaves, and again extract the medallion. I look at it carefully, and I can see ; it shines once again. Not as bright as I have seen it, but a powerful glow emits from it again.

despite the blood, my lips somehow force a smile. I grip the medallion hard, and my eyes slowly come to a close. My chance of survival is fading, and closing my eyes will allow my to focus better on keeping myself alive. My body stops moving completely, as I lay in the snow, surrounded by my own crimson blood, and the fiery red blood and large weapons of the giants, and the ankle of Gorul Longshanks.

 

[Lorindellia]

Lorindellia is horrified as she realizes that Winhelmm, bound by his warrior's code of honor, must never give into the needs of the flesh without the request of the woman. To do so, is a violation of his code.

As she thinks for a moment, she decides that she must let him know that he has not sinned, and that she truly does find him a remarkable being. While she is sure, under ordinary circumstances she would never have been so bold; after all she has drunk for nights on end with many warriors - never feeling the need to have any of them touch her. But then she thinks, there was no need for them to touch her... We were at battle, we were not in a nice warm, comfortable bed like this... She tries to remember the number of times she has slept in a bed since leaving Halas... Maybe 3. She alwasy sleeps outside with the animals.

Immediately she decides she must find him and let him know that his code of honor was not violated.

She sprays her Ry'gor armour with the oil she keeps in her backpack, after rinsing it quickly with water from the basin. She dons her clothing, and sets out. Soryan calls to her, "Were are you going?"

To find him. She replies. And again, the face of Ysian fills her mind... "No not him" she says outloud.

Puzzled Soryan asks her "who then?"

"Never mind Soryan, I seek Ysian - I mean I seek Winhelmm, to let him know his honor is intact." She stammers as she dashes out the door and runs through the city and beyond.

One of Rangers best abilities is the ability to track. She simply focuses her mind on his image and her body moves in the direction he is located. Immediately outside the city she begins to track him. He is far far away, she can tell, his image is very weak, but she does have him...

Two hours pass, she has run the whole time. Never tiring. Night has fallen and the tundra takes on that peaceful quiet.

His image is much stronger to her now, she knows he is close. Looking down she sees blood, just a few spatters here and there...

A few feet away he lie in the snow, near death, bleeding profusely.

Summoning all her will she begins to pray to Mother Tunare to help her heal him. She begins to cast her healing spell, over and over, she casts. Into the wee hours of the morning. It is so draining and still he is only about 1/2 way recovered when the first rays of sun start beaming down upon them.

He regains consciouness. A good sign she thinks, but when he sees her, she can tell he is mortified. "M'Lord, I came to tell you, that your honor is intact. I wanted you badly yesterday. However, I must admit, that I am no seductress. I am a woman of nature. I live in the woods, the hills, the tundra, where ever I go I am in tune with my surroundings if I am out doors. I do not know the words to say, or the way to let you know, that I desire you. M'Lord, forgive me for letting you think your advances were unwanted."

"I believe that you are healed now. And I must return to Halas to speak with my trainer about the dark elve who is after me. Hoever, know this... If there was ever a Barbarian who could melt me as my beloved Ysian once did, it is you. One day, perhaps, you will show me the way to your love." she tells him this, and hangs her head down, not wanting to look him in the eye.

 

[KrazRussian]

Wilhelmm

I have noticed the sadness in the eyes of Lorindellia. I can almost feel her sadness. I could feel her emotion, her lust, her passion. I could sense it was real.

However, I could not take her as such. I do not feel the time is right. However, I cannot bear to see her like this. I cannot bear it for her to accept fault for my wrong-doing.

Seeing her nowing her head in shame, I know what I must do. I lift her chin up, looking right into her eyes. I can see the tears running down her face. I can feel her desire to be with me. Likewise, I can feel my desire to be with her. But, t'is not yet time.

With my thumb, I wipe the tears from her face, sit up, and I begin talking.

"M'lady, what happend, t'is not your fault. I know how deeply you care for me. I can only hope that you know how deeply I care for you. I yearn to be with you, to love you, to cherish you. But, t'is not yet time. I cannot say for sure when the time may be; I know little of the future. But I know, that time will come."

"To address your problems with the necromancer, M'lady, I fear I have not told you everything about myself. I did not see it at first, but then, I began to suspect. And now, I know for sure."

I clear my throat, as i know this is going to be a long talk.

"I was suspicious for a long time after meeting you, that oyu were the lover of Ysian. I can only assume that to you, he was a lover, a teacher, a friend, and a guide, all in one. I knew Ysian once, before you did. I hunted briefly with the man during my early days in Everfrost."

"I knew that you were sent to be trained by the Barbarians. Dargon McPherson supervised the operation, although i know not if you met him. Because of Ysian's powerful influence in the shaman guild, Margyn Mccann convinced Dargon to allow this."

"I know not for sure who supervised your training. But, based on what I know of guild trainers, it should have been either Lysbith Mcnaff or Renth Mclanis. They gave you the combat training that made us barbarians so reknown in combat. From what i heard from Margyn, Ysian loved you dearly, and wanted you to be able to protect yourself at all times."

"I do not know much of the history of Ysian. But, I know of the necromancer who stalks you, Venrel D'Vendivern. He knew Ysian as well. Venrel is a powerful necromancer; a worshipper of Innoruk until his final breath. He was given a sacred quest; given to few, and achieved by even fewer."

"His quest is to obtain a rare and very powerful item. He has been given the quest, for which the reward is The Scythe of the Shadowed Soul. I know of this quest only by association with other powerful necromancers who have heard of it.

"Many elements are involved in this quest. One of, if not the most crucial elements is the enslavement of souls. Venrel has spent his life trying to make deals with all around the land of Norrath.

"Of the weapon, I know a few details as well. T'is a very powerful weapon; one which few necromancers ever obtain. Venrel, in his own, is a powerful being; and a very charismatic and ambitious one. He knows, as do many others, including myself; that if this fiend ever does obtain the Sceptre; then, combined with his already great power, he can become one of, if not the most powerful necromancer on the face of Norrath.

"His methods vary; he enslaves and tortures those who he can. For those that he can't, he manipulates them. He promises then aid and glory, in exchange for their aid. What he asks for is simple.

"He demands of the people he deals with to reveal the souls of the most pure and noble individuals they know. His favorite victims, as is expected, are his brothers and sisters of light; the High elves and wood elves. He finds ways to extract information from his sources; information about the high elves and wood elves. he then decicates himself to tracking them down, and stealing their souls.

"THe way this ties into you is simple. From speaking with guild laeders, especially Margyn, I have learned that Venrel has captured many of barbarian descent. One of those captured was Ysian. No ones knows exactly what became of Ysian, but they fear for the worst. They fear that the old Ysian, the one you knew and loved may no longer exist.

"However, I have realized that Ysian may have been forced to betray thy name. Now, Venrel seeks you; he seeks your soul, all to fill his hunger for the Sceptre, his hunger for power.

I clear my throat again. I can see Lorindellia listening, and in shock.

"Now that you know all this, I fear there is something else you must know. Your trainers in Halas, I fear they cannot help you. They cannot help themselves, they live in fear of him. I have learned to cope with this fear; as I know I would not succumb to his evils.

"I do not know if I can help you myself. But, I do know one thing. I do not know if you were awake or not when the necromancer was in your room. But, I was able to fight the demon off temporarily, until his dark shaman counterpart; of whom few know anything, interrupted.

"I do not know if the Necromancer Underestimated me or my abilities. I doubt he was at full strength, ready to fight himself. However, when I fought him, I felt something different about myself. I felt as if part of your spirit was within me when I faced him. It made me stronger; I do not know how, but it made me fight better.

"I say again, I do not know of what may happend in the future. But, I do feel that if we fight together against this demon, that we may be able to defeat him. We will need others to aid us in the struggle. But ultimately, if we succeed, we can rid the world of one of the most powerful forces of evil it has ever known.

"So I ask you, lady Lorindellia, to fight alongside me, as a fellow adventurer. I have my enemies that i fear I could not defeat alone, and you have yours. But together, as companions, I feel we can be all the more stronger. We will aquire the aid of others along the way. We will encounter may adventures, fight many foes, aquire expensive treasures; and we can be together."

"As for the fates of us..."

I do not know why I do this. Sub-consciously I act. I open my hand to reveal the medallion of Mithaniel

"this M'lady, is my most treasured possession. It is an amulet of Mithaniel Marr, the barbarian, the paladin, the symbol of Honor and Justice. When the symbol is in the prescence of those who act with honor, with love and holiness, it will emit a shine and glow that make the world's most priceless gems look like dirt. To those who act without honor, it will be nothing more than a rusted piece of medal.

"Can you see a slight shine in it? For me, the medallion shines, but because of my sin, it does not shine as bright as it once had. I do not know how the medallion would shine for thee. It is my indicator when i am in doubt of whether an action is right or wrong. Perhaps, the next time we are together, and I look at this medallion, and it will see the true love between us, and it will shine gloriously.

"So I ask you, honorable and beautiful Lorindellia, ranger of Halas, to accompany me on my journies. I ask you to be my companion on my adventures and journeys. I ask, what shall be your answer?'

 

[Lorindellia]

I must find out what happened to Ysian. And yes I will be your companion.

Thank you Winhelmm

 

[KrazRussian]

Wilhelmm

"I am glad M'lady.

"Now, t'is time for rest. I haven't had sleep in lord knows when."

I decide to not seek the services of an inn. Instead, I find a spot not far from there; between a few trees. The snow gives the spot a cushion. also, the location seems fairly secluded, and seems to provide good cover from outside wanderers.

I lay down, and I doze off.

 

[Lorindellia]

Watching, listening, always tracking the movements of her surroundings, Lorindellia - thought exhausted stands guard while Winhelmm sleeps. Occaisionally she glances at his large frame, lying there snoring softly. All is calm, in the snow and the woods. Lorindellia is at peace once again. In the place where she has always been more in tune with herself and her surroundings, the wide open spaces of Mother Tunare's nature.

A large Kodiak is near, a beast of deadly proportions, with claws that would rip flesh to ribbons in one swoop. But it continues on its way. As she watches him sleep she again takes off her armoured shirt and goes about meticulously cleaning and oiling it. Her training has provided her with the compulsion to keep all her gear in top condition, for it is quite difficult to get new armour when you are 100 Miles from the nearest town. Her tunic sparkles now almost with a light of it's own. It is in tip top shape.


Sensing his awakening, she quickly donns her tunic, hoping that he has not seen her once again. It would be an unforgivable sin on her part to allow him to see her once again vulnerable, for it is clear that his honor means a lot to him and she vows never to lead him from the path of honor again. She wonders what came over her that night in the tavern? She has never behaved in such a way around anyone before; not even Ysian.

Ahhh there she goes, once again, thinking of her love. If Winhelmm's news is true then Ysian is most likely dead, for he would never have told a necromancer her name if he wasn't at least near death. To have a Necromancer after you is a terrible thing. They can track using, not guidance of will, but the guidance of dark powers and demons, the likes of which are beyond her comprehension.
Ysian was a good man. Noble born from the Wolves of the North; seeker of Justice. He was a powerful Shaman and warrior by his own right. He had begun her training on the tundra, testing her skill against the Wolly Calves, at least 20 times her size. And she loved to watch him battle any Momma Wooly that tried to stop her from taking a calve. He could kill a Momma Calve in under a minute, using magic and his hands in battle.

She had no idea that he had asked the Warrior Guild to teach her the Barbarian way. She simply thought that they extended this training to her out of kindness. Thinking back on the years she spent with Renth Mclanis, his utter frustration at her physical limitations, she realized the truth of it. However, with his training she had overcome many of the limitations most Wood Elves face. For instance, though she barely weighed 78 pounds, she was capable of carrying an additional 138 pounds of weight if need be. Granted that would take a toll on her over time, but she has had to carry such burdents many times in the past.

It was Renth Mclanis who forced her to carry her pack, filled with Mammouth Tusks, for months on end. First he placed one Tusk in her pack. Until that weight became a part of her. This took many months. Then he added another, and another until over a period of five years she could fight, without exhaustion carrying 9 Tusks in her pack, along with her regular provisions. Each tusk weighed between 10 and 12 pounds.

Renth Mclanis never showed her the slight bit on interest. When his son had asked her to come to their house for dinner he had stepped in, and sharply diciplined Ranth, saying, "You shall not cohort with a Wood Elve in my presence!" It was Rebecka Mclanis who had come to her that evening, while she cried out of lonliness under the stars. Rebecka had held her to her busom, and stroked her hair, and whispered that one day she would know love again, but that day would be far off.. she told her not to think of her physical needs, to place them out of her mind, to focus on her training. She told her that the Clans of the White Wolves could not love her, it was a physical impossibility. Of course she didn't know Ysian....

Lorindellia sighed, as she saw Winhelmm arise. "My Lord I feel that I shall fall over if we leave now. I must sleep. Please take your turn at watch, and when I awaken we can discuss what we shall do next if that is okay with you?"

 

[KrazRussian]

Wilhelmm

"Very Well M'lady. I shall watch guard for the night."

I stand up, battle-ready, but still cramping from my fight with the giants. I can still feel the pain in my ribs; and the gash across my chest.

Nevertheless, the pain is bearable. After al, I've dealt with worse before. I look around, noticing the valueable shield of Gorul still on the ground.

Being that t'is not far from our camp, I approach the seemingly large object. Any shield wielded by such a massive being must be indeed large.

Yet, something weird has happend. As I edge near the shield, I see that it is not as big as I originally thought. In fact, once i get near it, i realize that a large race, such as myself, can use this shield.

I pick it up, and try it on. It fits quite nicely. Hmm, I think to myself. Perhaps I shall keep this.

i return to our camp; all seems well. I can hear footstep approaching however.

I look closely, it is a Drakkel Hide wolf. These beats are far different from the wolves of the Coldain (ooc: dwarven aligned, or faction in teh continent of Velious). While they are stronger, and faster; they lack the tracking and stealthiness of the coldain wolves. They are quite easy to detect, and cannot detect as well.

I feel a hunger brewing in the pit of my stomach. I have eaten Drakkel Wolf meat before; it tasted quite good. So, I decide to have myself a little hunt.

For this, I decide my swords would not be as useful as my Wurmslayer/Shimmering Partizan Combination. So, I place my blades inside the bag, and draw the large weapons.

Having hunted these creatures before, I know what they are like. Their sight is very powerful, but their hearing is weak. I can sense the wolf approaching us.

I stay perfectly still, hidden behind the trees from the sight of the wolf. Slowly, the wolf passes us. I creep around the tree to wind up slightly behind and to the left of the wolf. I take 2 steps forward, quiet as I can. The wolf still seems to have not noticed me.

Finally, I am in position to strike. With first my Shimmering Partizan, I lurge a stab at the wolf's stomach. I can feel my piercer go inside the wolf slightly; but know he is far from dead. As quick as possible, I swing the Wurmslayer; directing the blow at the wolf's neck.

The Wurmslayer hits home. It is a crippling blow, and passes through the wolf's neck easily. The wolf put up no fight; it simply lays decapitated in the snow.

I put away the weapons and withdraw my swords again. Knowing that raw wolf meat does not taste good, I start a little fire. Once the fire was going, I returned my attention to the wolf's carcas.

I take teh Green Jade Broadsword and slice the edible parts of the wolf up into steak-sized pieces. I find a sturdy stick, and carve the end to a sharp point with my dagger. I then pick up the pieces of meat, one at a time, and roast them over the fire. 2 pieces I eat, and the rest, I wrap in a piece of cloth, and burry them in the snow; so that they can still be edible in the morning.

T'is a rather uneventful night. Morning dawns, and Lorindellia awakens. I sit next to her, waiting to hear her suggestions.

 

[Lorindellia]

Awakening to the smell of food cooking, Lorin's stomach rumbles. She is quite hungry.


"Good morning Lady Lorindellia" Winhelmm says to her, and holds up a small piece of meat he has cut. He must have heard her stomach growling...

"Come and get it!" he says to her with a smile.

"Thank you M'Lord Winhelmm." she replies cooly, and takes the meat offered, and begins to eat. She hates wolve meat. But she eats it very often. This time he has made it actually taste good to her, he must know some way of seasoning it that I do not, she thinks... as she is licking the grease off her tiny hands. Looking up she notices him watching her sucking her fingers with a charmed smile, and remembers his honor. SHe quicly burrows into her pack for a cloth and wipes away the remaining grease.

"M'Lady, I fear you are in grave danger. I can try to protect you, yet it is more my way to hunt the enemy before the enemy can strike again." Winhelm tells her.

Nodding in agreement she conceeds this is also her plan, "We must go speak with the Dijinn in West Commons to find out about this necromacer. He will not talk voluntarily, we may have to troture information about this vile creature out of him. The idea is pleasing, for the Dark Elves are the sworn enemy of my people. I look forward to plucking every hair from his chest, one by one, and moving lower if need be..."

At the idea Winhelmm visibly winces. "M'Lady you are most unusual, I had not heard of this method of torture before. Is it effective?"

"aye, I can not say for sure, however I have read of it in a guide book I took off a dead Dark Elve in Faydwyer long ago. I believe it will work, but we need A druid to port us there. "

"Can you see if you have any Druid on track?"

"oh yes, I can." and she focuses herself on the scent and feel of a druid's magickal aaura. "oh I sense only one, he is far away, this way, she says, pointing back in the direction they came from."

 

[silverwolf]

soryan

ooc: so very sorry i wasn't here.i was in the forest here in wa. on a spiritual journy so couldn't access a computer.but anyway i will be posting again and if you could tell me where i am that would be appreciated.blessed be.

 

[KrazRussian]

Wilhelmm

ooc: Great to have ya back silver. I think it's great to occasionally escase our Capitalist paradise and the business world, and get back to simplicity. It's always good.

Ok, lemme bring you up to speed. While you are were away, we had one erotic scene. Then, I realized that i had acted honorlessly, ran from the bar; and was ambushed by giants. Lorindellia followed, and healed me again. I told her the truth about the necromancer stalking her, and asked her to be my companion and traveling partner; to find the necromancer and her former love.

Now, we are still in the GReat Divide (a hunting area next to the city you are in)

Ic:

"Hold on M'lady. I feel t'is not right to leave behind our friend Soryan after all this. He may still be at the bar. He has helped us so, t'is not right to leave on such a notice.

"Besides, as a wizard, he has the ability to teleport with an ability better than that of any druid.

"So, I say to you, let us seek out our lost commrade."