Medieval Madness

Telereth

The feline woman locked his eyes as she sat in what she must have known was an alluring position, straddling a chair. Damnable woman. She seemed to be trying to bring out that which he restrained so well, she could not have known. As part of his mind drank in her beauty, the other calculated, judged, assesed. He reached up and unclasped the shadowsilk cape from the eye-shaped clasps that bound them to his shoulders, laying it over a nearby chair.

"I am called Telereth, Telereth Veratha. I am the ninth retainer and Knight of my Lord, King Jon Graneth IV."

He slowly unlooped the leather ties of his swordbelt, placing the great curved blade against one wall. He had nothing to fear from these two, in this close space he was confident he could smash their skulls into various hard objects before the mage could so much as utter a curse. This woman gave him more pause, and so he kept his many smaller blades concealed in the plates of his armor.

He would quietly listen as these two revealed their purpose and motivations, then he would reveal no more than necessary to locate his target.
 
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Raven

"Telereth", I purred his name and turning back I again smiled at the mage, "And Marcus". "One of you seeks the unicorn for magic the other to please his master.........interesting." I turn the chair around and sit in it comfortably again stretching out my legs and crossing them at the ankles as they rest on the table, knowing I look relaxed yet ready in case one or both decides to make a move.
 
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"If you don't need my help, then you have no need to be here. I don't ask for charity, if you can find the unicorn on your own, then I have nothing to offer you but my companionship." As Marcus says this he, with a glance, lightly heats the air around them both, giving the room a very comfortable feel. Into the air he wispers lightly. The words were so soft, that they would not have reached them, had he not used an almost undetecteble gust of wind to carry them. The rusult were words so soft that they seemed to be thought by the listener: "Relax, none here is looking for a fight."

There was too much tention, if anything is to be done, then everyone will have to relax. Talon, noting what Marcus was attempting, folded his legs under him, and looked into the chaingeling's eyes (it appeared that she might have a soft spot for birds) and, if it were possible, looked almost as if it were about to cry, despite it's raptor gaze and razor sharp beak.
 
Raven

Sensing the spell in the room I smile slightly as I turn to Marcus. "Forceful words Magician." I grin more a baring of teeth and fang than an actual smile, "But I am not the one who came in here seeking help.........I was already here when you made your offer., perhaps you had best remember that." I ignore the birds glance and look to the warrior obviously impressed by my words and also untouched by the mages spell. "What say you warrior.....are you also of the opinion that the woman is of no use?" I lengthen my nails lightly tapping them on the wood of the table in obvious impatience at this whole thing.
 
"Now hold on there! That's not fair, I wanted your help, remember? You're the one reluctant to give aid, and I never mentioned your sexuality." Marcus was beginning to get flustered now. I'll find the damn unicorn myself. he tought, the extra time it would take to prepare my precautions would be worth not having to be treated in such a manner! He waited for Tvayumat's response, if it was similar that the changling's, he would simply leave to find the unicorn without their help. "Besides, my words weren't so forceful, if we all stay in a fighting stance, we'll kill each other before we have the chance to get anything done."
 
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Telereth Veratha

He stood relaxed looking, yet combat ready. Wide stance, crossed arms with hands near blade hilts. He had learned that not even the kindest seeming individuals could be trusted for long when something as valuable as the Unicorn was on the line. His gaze shifted between the mage and the changeling throughout their conversation, noting tone, inflection, heightened sexual tension.

"I will accept whatever aid is offered to help me find and bring back this beast, alive or dead. The only tension in this room, mage, has been brought by your apparent attempts to wit your way into the woman's pants. I will pay well, quite well for any information either of you may have, and am perfectly willing to strike out for the beast alone. Know my intentions, then choose to share your information and follow, or simply leave, it makes no difference to me."

Throughout all of this, his eyes continued to wander occasionally over to the woman, he knew this would be trouble, he knew he should just leave now, but he also knew that she may be instrumental in completing his mission.
 
"How dare you! I admit that she is quite lovely, but my intrest in this matter is, first and formost with the unicorn." Marcus was beginning to get fed up. "And as for the tension I have brought, don't pretend to be so relaxed, both of you are ready to strike at a moment's notice, and I'm simply attempting to make the ground neutral."

"Now if you would like the information, all you need to do is keep any third parties or distractions away from me while I do what I need with the unicorn. You may have it after that. Are those tearms acceptable?"
 
Telereth

"This act you wish to accomplish with the beast is of no concern to me as long as it does not hinder my ability to bring the beast undamaged before my Lord. And as for being ready to strike, the fact that you are not speaks of your inexperience with sorts such as these."

He nods toward the woman with this last bit. As alluring as she may be, he recognizes her sort as dangerous rogues at best.
 
Valandra

She could feel the tension among the humans as she drifted along man made paths. Something was brewing and she knew not what it was. She glanced up, the moon looked large tonight and she wondered what it all meant.

She did not like tension, and she returned to the glade, removed her human garb and with a shimmer of light she was herself again. She went running wanting to work out the nervous tension that remained in her body. The moonlight causing her horn to glow as she ran.
 
RAven

"OH FOR THE LOVE OF DIANA!", I stand up laughing mildly at the whole incident. I turn to both of the men, truly smiling now. "So you never even mentioned my sexuality eh marcus??" I chuckle and turn to the halfling, "Take your hands from your weapons Sir I have no quarrel here, and I wish this to be a peaceful agreement." I tower to my full height my eyes still bright with merriment but my face serious, "Let us make an agreement then, Telereth and I will accompany and protect you...." I nod to the Warrior, "I and talon will track the animal as we both seem to have a way with various species...." I bow to the phoenix smiling as he bows his head in return. "And you in return will also grant us whatever protection and help you can when we require it through your own gifts, and hand over the animal unharmed when you have found out what you need to know." Looking both men in the eyes I hold out my hand in a gesture, "Do we have an accord??".
 
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Telereth

The beginnings of a smile tug at the corners of his mouth. A strong one, this female, full of fire and enthusiasm.

"Only one question remains, what is your intention, changeling?"
 
After a few songs, Darris excused himself from the stage, gathered up the coins scattered about his feet, thanked the audience and moved to the bar.

"Olaf, give me one of your fine ales please," he said, settling on a stool. The innkeep poured him a mug full, and Darris picked a couple of silver pieces from his hand and laid them on the counter.

"Quite a pleasant evening," he said good-naturedly, "though that dark-armoured man seemed to have an unsettling effect on folks here."

"Aye, he was an odd one all right," replied Olaf, leaning on the countertop as he cleaned a mug with a rag, his voice lowering. "Was looking for information on unicorns, he was."

"Unicorns?" Darris said, with a smile, "well I guess the name of the inn might attract such inquiries."

"Aye, tis been a question posed to me in the past," replied Olaf.

"I saw a dragon once, and a flight of wyverns, but unicorns and other such creatures of good and beauty seem to be the rarer," Darris said, taking a drink of his ale. "I would like to see such a wondrous animal."

Rumours and half-truth's were a staple diet to Tarris, and nuggets if information often came his way. Information sometimes paid better than music. Perhaps he could help the strangers in their search. Olaf moved away to attend to a couple of patrons needs, and Darris quietly finished his drink before making his way up the stairs, noting the last key that was missing from the room board behind the bar before he did so.

Pausing outside the room where he believed the strangers to be, he heard a raised voice. With a slight pause to prepare himself, not knowing their temperments, he rapped his knuckles twice upon the sturdy frame of the door.
 
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"Your conditions are fine by me." It looked to Marcus that everything would soon be sorted out when Talon squaked and looked toward the door. Marcus heard the knock and stood. "Must be the wine I orded with the room." He said nonchalantly, but brought a fire spell to mind all the same. "Come in."
 
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Raven

I look to the Halfling, "My intentions are simple, I am always out for a good adventure and with you two as companions there seems little chance for boredom....." I turn at TAlons squawk as I finish, "Besides.....the chance to make a few coins is one I would rarely pass.....my services such as they are......are yours." My fingers begin to itch as the door slowly open, and seeing the bard from downstairs I resheath the knife I have pulled but keep my eyes trained on him.
 
Darris gave a small bow, and smiled at the three figures before him, hands spread. "Good evening," he said, letting the door click closed behind him.

He continued, "Forgive my intrusion, but I have heard that you seek a unicorn, and perhaps I might be able to assist in such a task.

I believe I may have some information that may well give you a good starting point to begin such a search."

He cast his eyes over the three, noting that the 'shining knight' was no longer present, and that a man dressed in more scholorly robes was here instead. It was a small deduction to make that the knight was some kind of illusion and that made the robed man a mage of some sort.

"I am not adverse to any payment you might suggest for the information, but my first request is simply that I may travel with you. To see a unicorn firsthand would simply be an inspiration."
 
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Valandra, the Unicorn

Little did she know that the moon was making it easier for others to see her and that rumors of her existence in this particular forest were even now reaching ears of those who meant to help or harm her.

Valandra knew she was one of the last, but she never entertained the thought that she might be the last. As on occasion unicorns had paired with horses or humans in times of heat. Any offspring that occured were healthy, and most ended up following their mother, unicorn if she was, foal or babe if their mother was a mare or a woman.

Little did she know that her solitary and adventuresome nature might be her downfall.
 
Raven

"May I ask who you are Bard?" I look searchingly at him, then turn my eyes to the others looking for their reaction especially that of the HAlfling. "And..........what exactly is it that makes you think we want anyone else to have to look after??"
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"My name is Darris Silverbranch," he replied to the attractive woman, "and I have travelled far and wide enough to know to how to look after myself. Music is not my solitary skill, though it be my truest calling. As I just stated, my information is dependant foremost on my accompanying you.

He flashed her one of his charming smiles, as he continued, "I forsee adventure that will provide me with much inspiration for my music, already the beauty presented before me does bring the muses to whisper in my ears."
 
Telereth

OOC: sorry for that y'all, tomorrow is sketchy, x-mas and all, will be on definately on Monday.

IC: He observed all that took place with a quiet, pondering dignity. He considered his companions in the room. The mage, he must keep an eye on that one. The bard, he felt a certain sympathy for, and could understand his need to accompany them. And the woman, for whom he felt an inhuman attraction, his demonic heritage calling on his lust and sexual desire, every moment wanting to sexually attack this creature, but he restrained that side of his psyche, forcing himself to consider her as an ally only, and as one, he decided, she could be quite valuable.

"Agreed then, I shall travel with you, changeling, and should the mage and the bard wish to accompany, they may."

He gripped the changeling's extended hand in one of his large gauntleted fists, feeling her strong grip, his desire for her ever increasing.
 
Raven

Feeling the halflings grip I turn from the Bard and smile looking him in the eyes. "Excellent Telereth, and again my name is Raven...." I notice his admiration and feel his bodies reaction to mine....."If you refuse to use my given name you may call me Cat." I turn back to the mage and the Bard......keeping my smile I hold my arm out to MArcus, "And you mage??........shall we make it a quartet?". I can almost feel the smile of the Bard as I wink at him lightly then refocus on marcus.
 
"The more the merrier my lady." Marcus replied taking the arm she offered and shifting back into the knight so that when they return downstairs, any other prying eyes won't be raise question about were the knight went and where the mage came from. Talon, realizing that the party was about to leave returned to his master's sholder.

As they stepped out of the door, Marcus felt very relieved that the whole situation sorted itself out, and they could now get to the important thing... finding the unicorn.
 
Raven

"Excellent." I turn and in a swirl of material have my cloak back on with my hood up and my hair secured. My sexuality and weapons once again concealed. (Goddess protect her from prying eyes and disintentioned hands) I prayed silently as our odd little party began it's trek downstairs, we push through the crowd and once outside I close my eyes a bit feeling the direction of the breeze and sniffing the air carefully, feeling it move my cloak around me. I turn to my now companions, "I think we should head south, there is a forest I know of where it is eternally spring and waters are clear and flow freely." I turn towards the road again and take another deep breath, "I think it will be a good place to start the search, although it will be harder for you to find her then I." I smile a bit thinking what a long journey it is going to be, and a long walk...even with my entertaining company.
 
My name is Mirdanthielle, Mira for short. I am a half-elven woman, a hired mercenary who will fight for the highest bidder. I travel the world working from town to town wherever needed.

I have long black hair, green eyes, am 5'8" tall and slender. I have mostly human features except for the ears and keen senses. I can see in very low light and hear extremely well. Most men think I am just a woman and underestimate me in a fight. I am a deadly swordswoman and an even deadlier lover. Many men have fallen in love with me, even some women, but my heart is cold as ice ... at least for now.

I wear a red leather jerkin (vest-like item), black tight breeches, Brown soft leather calf high boots (Very much swashbuckler look) I carry two short swords and a dagger in my boot. I ride a black stallion that I have named A'maeler, the elven word for "beloved one". He has been my friend for a long time, I rescued him from an ex-employer who was mistreating him and we have not been parted ever since.


We ride now hard towards the inn. Where money is involved I am there. I lean down and whisper to A'maeler in elvish "get me there fast and we shall find you a filly for the night" At my urgings he spurred forward, bouncing me in the saddle, my cloak and hair flying in the wind.

We arrived at the inn and I set about stabling A'maeler and finding his companionship for the evening, then headed for the inn, my long cloak covering most of my body and my weapons. I step through the door surveying my surroundings and head for the Inn Keeper, "pardons, who should I talk to about the matter of a Unicorn?"
 
innkeep

he thought it odd that so many seemed interested in the creature at one time but just pointed a shaking hand at the group that headed down the stairs and wondered how they would be changed by their search. He had seen many come and go on a hunt and those that came back to tell the tale were always changed somehow.









Valandra

She ran enjoying the freedom, listening to the sounds of the forest greeting those that knew her well. She finally stopped to drink at a river and once again thought about the last time she had seen another of her kind. It had been a long time, she realized, and she wondered what had happened to them even as she didn't actually care.
 
I looked over at the group coming down the stairs wondering wether I should say hello or not.
 
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