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Post by Teneas on Jan 20, 2007 17:37:27 GMT -5
 Sickly crunching noises offended the pairs sensitive ears as they made their way through the forest. They always ventured off, which was looked down upon by the rest of the nobles. They cared not, besides nothing had ever gone horrible wrong. Things always seemed to work out. They traveled as fast and quietly as they could towards the noise. A gruesome sight met them once they rounded a the thick tree that they had always marked as the place where their friendship had started. A smaller than usual goblin had found itself some fun by means of torture of a small rabbit. The rabbit, now dead, lie on the forest floor in pieces. The goblin was biting the legs of the now red, once white, rabbit. The noises assaulted the golden haired pairs ears. A soft whistling perked the creatures ears and glanced up to investigate. A creak of the bow, and a sudden thud, was all the little goblin heard before it realized that it was dead. The body dropped to the ground with a wet sound ad-mist the rabbits blood. "Damn goblins" Teneas said as he fitted another arrow on the bow. "Laerul, do ya gotta always do the same tune. Gotten used to the whistling, but at least mix it up some." The female elf pulled back her black and gold hood to reveal long golden locks around her shoulders, and golden hued eyes. "Ya know ya love that tune Teneas, tis why I always whistle it." Teneas just shook his head and spit on the goblins corpse. A loud bit of inhuman laughter came from not far of their location, and both the elven warriors looked at each other and grinned. In an instant they were off in the direction of the laughter. They came upon a small clearing, and stopped short of it. Ahead of them they saw five other goblins. Only one seemed a little large for a goblin, but they paid it no mind. The goblins had managed to find the rabbits den, and had preceded to try and coax out the remaining few. Laerul winked at Teneas. "The usual?" she whispered. He just grinned and headed off to get a better position. She turned and went the other way to allow a flanking. As she moved through the forest bed she started to softly whistle the same tune as always. Teneas, on the other side of the goblin group, just shook his head and smirked as he moved into position. They had done this hundreds of times, against the elders wishes of course. It simply was not suiting for elven royalty to run around hunting various creatures. Teneas decided long ago to always travel his own path. One of the goblins, this one yellowish in color, was sitting away from the rest of the group. He tilted his head as the soft whistling entered his ear. "Hear that?" he asked in a raspy, high pitched voice. The others either did not hear him, or simply paid him no attention. He shook his head, got up, and made his way toward Laerul's position. Now nestled behind a tree, she just stood, whistling, but waiting with her trusty blade in her hand. The goblin approached the apparently whistling tree with caution and his blood stained teeth exposed, seemingly trying to get a read on the situation. He started to advance round the tree, and Laerul, careful not to twist into sight of the others, slowly made her way round the other side. When the goblin was on the backside of the tree, he was met with a wink and a sudden flash. A confused look crossed his face and he tried to cry out, but only blood came from his lips. The creature sank to the ground with an open neck. Teneas mean while sat on the other side of the camp. Amid some smaller trees. He watched as his companion dispatched the unfortunate goblin. The others in the camp were still digging desperately to get inside the rabbit den. Suddenly loud whistling made them all jump from the ground and grab their weapons. The largest one barked something in their native tongue and the remaining three all branched off in search of the whistling, and now noticed missing comrade. Two headed toward the whistling and one was coming just south of Teneas. The elven male just grinned as he pulled back the bow to say hello to his target. Laerul, now had worked herself to a log a bit closer to the center of the group. One goblin, this one more a greenish hue, and smelling of rotten meat, took a step over her exact location. His calf was met by a sharp sting of Laeruls dagger. As he fell he turned, with a face of anger and pain, to see his foe. He was met with the sight of an elven female with her hand the hilt of the blade now embedded in his chest. Laerul jerked out the blade and jumped up to move again. Twas to late though, for the second goblin was almost upon her. She grinned and started whistling louder, as she flicked the dagger she held into the goblins eye. It fell with a scream that neither of them would ever forget. Teneas watched his companion dispatch the two creatures, smirked, and let his arrow loose. It drove home into the closest goblins shoulder. "Damn bow" Teneas said to himself, and quickly re-notched another arrow. Pulled back the bow and let loose again. This time the arrow sank into the creatures leg. It fell hard on the ground and looked up just in time to see the third shaft take him in the head. Teneas glanced up to his friend, who was pulling her dagger free from the eye socket of the now dead goblin. His eyes moved toward the largest, and final, goblin. His eyes widened in horror as the goblin held out a twisted and gnarled excuse for a bow. It pulled back and fired right at Laerul. "Down!" Teneas screamed. Laerul looked at her friend, and then disappeared behind the log. Teneas knew not if the arrow had connected or if his friend had been fast enough. He pulled back on his own bow and let loose an arrow aimed at the final goblin. The arrow sank into the goblins side, and it merely winced. The goblin took up the charge toward Teneas, dropping its bow, and pulling forth a rusty blade. Teneas just smirked and reached for another arrow. To his surprise his quiver was empty. "Well, that's just.....dandy." he said. Dropping the bow and yanking his longsword free, he took up his stance and just waited for the impending fight with a grin. The goblin was about ten feet from Teneas now, with drool and blood running down his face of anger. Teneas braced, the goblin went into a deadly swing, and was met with about fifteen arrows from all different directions. The swing didn't get anywhere close to the elven noble. The body hit the ground with a sickening thud, and the creature coughed out its dying breathe. Teneas ran to the location where his friend had gone over the log, as twenty elven warriors emerged from the thick woods. He lept the log, and his eyes narrowed in anger and anguish. There lay his only true friend, ad-mist the leaves, with an arrow protruding from front to back. She barely breathed as he turned her over, and his eyes met hers for the last time. "Ya are my only friend m'lady" he whispered as a tear ran down his cheek. She did a weak wink, closed her eyes and said, "You will make more....just...keep ya spirit bout....ya." With these words her body went limp in his arms, and he layed down with a kiss to her forehead. He had not even heard the leader of the group approach. "Lord Teneas. Ya father sent us to find ya two. Have been to many goblins around as of late, and he was concerned." the captain said. With his head toward the ground and tears falling from his hazel almost black eyes Teneas said, "Tell father not to worry bout me for awhile. I must take leave, and find...something else sides this place. Make sure she gets all the honor she deserves." He pulled up his cloaks black hood, and wandered off into the forest. Sometime later, at least for about a week or two, elven scouts would report hearing that same tune that Laerul always whistled round the forest. After a week, the whistling stopped. 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Post by Teneas on Feb 2, 2007 17:32:51 GMT -5
The inn was full of noisy and drunken patrons. Couple of dwarves had long since showed a so called "dwarven hater", exactly what that meant. The fat human now lay face down in his own vomit. Seemed a couple kicks to the groin didn't sit very well with the man.
Was an unlucky bar maid that was getting tossed round between some other rowdy customers at a table by the fire. There was a bard singing, well to be fair, trying to sing a song bout some gnome that at some point in history had ended up with a mechanical family after a failed experiment. No one was really paying attention to the ballad.
A soft, but steady whistling, was coming from a table on the far side of the room. A pair of hazel eyes peered from neath the hood, as the elf sat and watched. Had been nearly a month since his arrival in Daggerdale. Wasn't exactly what he had expected though. The town was unsteady, there was little work for a whistling sun elf. Lest that is what he was told by the local "business men". So he had resorted to meaningless jobs to survive.
He got to keep nearly twenty percent of what he could "acquire" from others. He was getting good at locks, and sneaking round others homes. Which didn't bother him that badly, in fact it seemed to quinch his curiosity of things. He had managed to earn some small amount of coin as of late, and had plans to leave the town later that week.
As he leaned back in the chair with a slight creak, in walked his "employers friends." The elf kept the hood up and slowly let the chair down, knowing what was coming.
"Where ya been Teneas?" the always overly eager Hezel asked. Hezel always hated the elf, of course he would considering that his own teeth, save one was gone, and the elf had beaten Hezel at almost every task that their "employer" had given them. Two others flanked the somewhat overweight, but overly smelly, Hezel. Teneas knew them as well, and they shared no love between them.
"Round" the elf said with a smirk.
"Desrar knows that ya have gathered some coin together,and are planning to leave. Now ya know that we cant let that happen don't ya? After all ya make Desrar to much coin." Hezel spat.
Noticing the spittle hit the table in front of him, Teneas slowly glanced up.
"Have earned this coin fair and square. Worked hard to save it."
The man on the right of Hezel reached into the folds of his cloak, and Teneas' eyes drew toward the handle of a dagger.
"Hezel, good sir. Why not do this peacefully. After all would mean more coin, and respect for ya, once I am gone." Teneas said in his calmest voice.
Hezel scratched his chin, and grinned an almost toothless grin at the elf. He made a motion toward the man to withdraw his hand from the dagger.
"Perhaps for two hundred coin apeace we could let ya live....and leave."
A slight nod from the elf was all they saw as he stood up and walked toward the door. The men moved to stop him, then stopped as they noticed the required coin on the table. They sat and drank until late into the evening. Speaking of all the coin they would receive now that the damn whistling elf was gone, and laughing loudly.
Closing time came, and the three along with many other drunken patrons left the inn, all going the different ways home.
A pair of eyes watched, from atop a nearby building, the three companions leave that night.
The morning came and the local guard had reports of three men, two found with missing hands,and the other with a slit throat and his last tooth removed, found stripped of all coin and face down in the stables. A note was found on their persons, "Don't follow, can hear ya coming."
Teneas, now well gone from the area, was a couple coins richer than when he entered the inn the night before.
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Post by Teneas on Feb 19, 2007 16:32:38 GMT -5
A golden tuft of hair fell from beneath the hood as he bent down to examine the scene. Blood lined the alley that night, not an unusual occurrence, but this was different. The young body lay twisted and broken on the ground. Her once sweet face now lay frozen in anguish.
"Damnit" Teneas mumbled. He had taken the job to earn some coin. After the incident in Daggerdale, he wasn't in a rush to get involved with locks and purses for awhile. The little girl was a sun elf lass, who once employed by the girls adopted parents, Ten was supposed to protect.
It seemed that some slave traders had taken a liking to the little one. She had already had a rough go at it, with no other elves to speak of around, she stuck out like a sore thumb. Teneas sat on the ground beside her, and moved her limbs to a more "living" position.
"There ya go lass" he whispered. He knew that the men that had done this were long gone by now. He would find them one day, he had no doubt of that. She had been missing for nearly three days now though. The golden hued elf had thought the problem was solved. They had sent some men after her before. They breathed no more. It had been quiet for the last couple of weeks now. Apparently they had gotten Teneas' message, and decided to send one of their own before leaving the area.
Teneas slowly stood, and reached down to gently embrace the girls battered body.
"Damnit" he mumbled again. "Sorry lass. Thought we had got em"
The next morning the girls adopted human parents came down stairs to the sight of their little girl lying in front of the hearth with a purple rose on her chest.
If one looked close enough, you could still see the single splatter mark of a tear next to her.
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Post by Teneas on Feb 26, 2007 13:27:18 GMT -5
The arrow barely missed it's mark. The fat grizzled looking man turned the corner just in time. Another arrow was notched and the elf made his way cautiously toward the rock. Had taken him months now, but some of the slavers had been found. He had watched their encampment in hopes of a clue to the whereabouts of the others. No luck. He decided earlier that morning that at least these would pay for the "disservice" toward the small elven lass.
There had been only five men at the camp. Three lay dying already. Teneas had not been so kind as to offer a swift death. They lay scattered about, just fifty or so yards south of his location now, their stomachs opened to allow their insides to pour forth.
They would die in awhile, just enough time to think bout how they had lived their lives. That just left two more to get. One had run round the rock that Teneas was approaching. The other was nowhere to be seen. The sun elf was mentally kicking himself for loosing track of the man. He knew it would cost him, though was hoping not much.
Ten turned the corner only to be met with a sharp thud to his face. The mans hammer came down hard on him. Teneas' knees almost collapsed at once. The world began to spin. Another blow was coming down toward him. With one swift, if not very lucky, motion Ten managed to dodge the blow. He dropped his bow and pulled forth his dagger. With the mans guard down, Ten lunged. The dagger meet with the meaty ribs of the man. He howled out in pain.
Ten twisted the blade and let go. Blood now running into his eyes, blurring his vision. The man yanked the dagger free, and ran toward Ten. The sun elf just grinned and bared his teeth, now blood covered. The second dagger twirled in his grasp behind his back. Hammer raised and then coming down fast, the man came on. Ten stepped to the side as the weighty hammer came down for him.
Dagger embedded in the back of his skull, then man fell. Teneas looked round for some sign of the last man. The world was beginning to grow abit darker now. He had lost alot of blood, and his head felt as if it were on fire. He staggered out from behind the rock and began his tired search. Sometime later he found the tracks of the coward. Teneas sat at the encampment and began to bandage his wounds. If luck was not with him this day, and the man had not been a coward, then this would have been Teneas' last day.
He made a fire, cooked some food, and thought of his next step.
A soft whistling could be heard round those woods that night. At least by the fours ears just outta sight.
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Post by Teneas on Mar 9, 2007 10:00:03 GMT -5
The wind blew hard this day. The pair of slavers were following the gold haired elf that had attacked their camp a couple of weeks ago. They had orders to follow, not kill.
"Never heard so much damn whistling" said the older of the two.
"Tis like a drunken dwarf, just wont stop" the other replied.
They had just crossed the creek when they realized that the whistling had stopped. They halted, bent down, and scanned the area. Nothing, not a sound.
"Ya see im?" the younger and slimmer man asked. The older of the two just shook his head. Whistling once again started from where they had just came from. The two looked at each other with puzzled looks.
The two men headed split up and headed slowly back the other way. They would flank and find this elf. There breathing sounded like thunder to themselves. They could only wonder what the elf heard. The two men had worked their way back about fifty yards or so, when the whistling stopped once again.
Their eyes met, the younger and slimmer of the two motioned to the trees. His motion was met with a nod, and he started to climb. Soft whistling met the older mans ears, it was coming from behind him. He glanced about, anger starting to take hold. He slowly pulled forth his dagger and headed off in the direction of the whistling.
Ever careful now, he approached the sound. It was coming from just behind a large tree. The man lept round the tree with a yell. Nothing. No more whistling.
"*troll*." the man said.
He searched the area for a bit longer, but found no sign of the elf. With a shrug, he headed back toward the location where he had left his companion.
"Ya see him?" he asked the younger man, who was now climbing back down from the tree. The younger man just shook his head no.
"We are going to be in some trouble if we don't locate im again. Come, lets just keep our eyes open." the older man said as he started back down the path.
The slim man fell in behind him. A golden smile could just barely be made out from beneath the hood. The two walked on.
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Post by Teneas on Mar 13, 2007 12:33:47 GMT -5
*This takes place couple years before Ten left his home*
Wind blew the curtains wide yet again, and the figure behind them moved to stay concealed. The room was dark and somewhat humid on this summer eve. The two round orbs neath the hood spied his prize from cross the room. He peered round the room, and detected no movement or presence.
The floor creaked upon his first step and he froze for a moment. Nothing. He moved onward. He reached the other side of the room, and his breathing sounded as thunder to him. The small chest was within his grasp. He opened it, a golden smile spread cross his lips. There it was, the purple rose brooch.
Laerul had spotted it on the elven woman earlier that week, and had spoken of how lovely it was. Teneas had promised, against Laeruls wishes, that he would obtain it for her. The sun elf closed the small chest, and made his way back toward the window of his arrival. Once back on the ground, he avoided the royal families guards and made his way back toward his home.
Climbing back into the window of his own room, Teneas was less than careful to check his surroundings. A firm grip met his cloak and he was slung to the ground. He spun up with ease and looked toward his assailant.
"Damnit Elor. Ya scared me." Teneas said as he tucked the brooch deeper into his purse.
"What do ya got there Ten?" Elor dryly asked.
"Nothing of course. Why always the accusing, holy one? Cant an elven prince take a walk?" Ten said with a slight grin.
"Not ya. Ya tend to...well lets just say, create trouble. Now...what did ya take from the womans room? Aye...I followed ya. Not good with the sneaking, perhaps ya should stick to the blade." Elor teased.
Ten slowly pulled forth the purple rose brooch, and handed it to Elor.
"Going to tell father and the others?" Teneas asked with a bowed head.
"Ya love her?" Elor asked. Teneas' eyes lifted from the ground and he grinned slightly.
"Would steal anything to make her happy, ya know that Elor."
"Aye...I know. Love is a noble thing Lord Teneas. Just cant go bout stealing things. Ya know the law, and the code."
Teneas just gave a nod, and sat down in his chair. Without a word Elor left the room, and a slight click could be heard from the lock. Ten just smirked, he was getting better at the locks. Elor kept employing harder ones though.
The next morning, an elven woman made her way to the small chest in her room. Opened it and pulled forth the purple rose brooch.
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Post by kookie on Mar 17, 2007 1:25:17 GMT -5
During his reverie, Teneas can see far in the distance, a misty figure of a human maiden. Her hair of silver and silk surround a delicate figure, she seems to be starring at him, a smile on her lips of rose and she nods as if to thank him for some unknowned deed before she disapear into the hue of milky mist.
"I will never forget you.." Her voice can nearly be heard into the wind as he awakes and his heart is now lighter.
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Post by Teneas on May 27, 2007 13:19:46 GMT -5
Broken arm and bleeding badly from his left shoulder, he could barely hold his bow. He had made it back to the slavers camp disguised as one of em. After that nothing had gone right, he would have had an easier job if he had not opted to save the would be slaves from their chains.
He is lying in a small crevice just over an underground river that vanished into the rock. He had managed to kill all but three of the slavers, and the one big one had got a shot at his shoulder with a mace. He could barely even feel it at this point. He struggled to keep conscious.
The remaining slavers were making their way slowly up the rock face and toward the crevice. He had no chance of fending them off. His eyes scan the area around him for some hope of retreat, but only the river thirty feet below looked promising.
He dropped his dagger from his good hand now, and began digging through his pack. Pulling forth a mess of wires and other odd looking devices, he began setting his last trap.
"Shouldn't have saved the slaves...ya know better than that Ten" he mouthed to himself.
He heard a rock slip free just short of his location and the harder he worked. Closer now...he could smell the mans stench. A head popped up over the crevice as soon as he had gotten the last thing set. He went for his dagger and barely got it up in time to block the blow that was coming. A quick twist of his wrist and he sent his dagger hilt deep into the man. His body fell down upon the rocks and disappeared into the river.
" That hurt" he thought..."to much" He shook his head looked over the edge and saw the other two men fast approaching. As the men climbed toward the crevice a golden haired blur feel down between em and into the water with a big splash, body lost to water.
They both reached the crevice where Ten had been, and were needing to rest. Upon reaching the crevice they noticed a purple rose that was left there. One of the men sneered and reached down for the rose. "NOOO!!" the other man cried right before the explosion hit and they were lost to the fire. Bodies badly burned and barely able to breathe they lay there, not sure if they would live for much longer.
Outside of the cave, a hand reaches out of the water and Teneas pulls himself out and onto the shore. He held onto consciousness no longer.
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Post by Teneas on Jun 16, 2007 10:55:58 GMT -5
Some years later in a niche in the woods.......
The rain poured down upon the pair as they spoke. Eyes met and lightning struck. He pulled down his hood and pulled her close to him. She resisted slightly, but then came toward him. He kissed her deeply, and a wave of release came over him. It had been to long since he had allowed himself to care, to even possibly love. He embraced her face with both of his golden hands, and thoughts ran through his mind of what if.....maybe.....
He allowed the thoughts to pass as they continued their forbidden embrace, and he just gave himself to the moment. They let their clothes and armor drop to the floor of the forest, and took in the beauty that was each others bodies. A smile crossed her face and she drew close to him again. What was this that she was doing?....to many problems already existed, and to give into this elf that was much more than he appeared was not in her character. The thoughts left her mind as he embraced her and gently guided her to the ground.
The rain washed over them both as if it was a cleansing process for their inner selves. Hands traced over the curves and muscles of each other. They stared into each others eyes with love and pain. To allow this to happen was to make himself vulnerable once again...to open up his existence to another. Something that he had worked hard at preventing lately.
Thunder and lightning erupted as the lovers continued their embrace. Her eyes sparked, and he could not help but to remember a love lost long ago. A friend, companion, a partner that equaled him out. All of his weaknesses she held not, and the same went for her. She was gone now and another had taken the place of the pain that he had carried for so long. A tear went unnoticed in the rain as it fell from his eye.
As he felt her give herself to him, he had to wonder where this would lead. It would never work, she was another's. Her heart belonged to someone more worthy than this simple sun elf. He opened his heart to her and he could see the acceptance in her eyes. She would cause him such pain, such torment yet again. He looked her over and held her all the tighter...she was worth it. He knew this.
The moonlight cast its glow upon them as the rain stopped, their bodies now soaked with rain and sweat. Glistening in the moon light, they made a perfect pair each of them needing each other to kill the pain and to remind them of who they were..and where their hearts lie.
They turned over and lay upon their backs staring up at the stars, neither really speaking a word. In her heart she knew that she would hurt him, but he was such a fool that he cared not. She glanced to him and he to her. He just grinned widely then let it drop from his face. "Don't worry. I ask nothing from ya except that ya let me love ya, and that ya are happy." he spoke to her softly. She began to cry a little and he just wiped the tears from her face and smiled.
He got up from the forest floor and put his armor back on. Turned to her and winked as he pulled up his hood. He turned his back and walked off into the forest. Everything had changed now. He had his purpose back. He had meaning again, not just for her, but for his people. He prayed for the first time in a very long time to his god that he had walked away from some time ago. He began his soft whistling as he got farther from her and "their spot."
She lay there for a moment taking it all in. What was she going to do? What was the reason for all of this? She shook her head as she got dressed. She picked up her cloak, the last bit of clothing on the ground, her eyes were drawn to something on the forest floor. She picked it up and smirked slightly. "Fool elf" she said as she smelled the purple rose, put it in her pack and left the forest.
To this day when he passes that particular forest, and if you would go behind him and know where to look, a purple rose is placed on the spot of their union. He was a better elf for the love, and he knew it.
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Post by Teneas on Jul 17, 2007 11:24:47 GMT -5
This is so Ten's song...
Some say love, it is a river
that drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor
that leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger,
an endless aching need.
I say love, it is a flower,
and you its only a seed.
It's the heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance.
It's the dream afraid of waking
that never takes the chance.
It's the one who won't be taken,
who cannot seem to give,
and the soul afraid of dyin'
that never learns to live.
When the night has been too lonely
and the road has been to long,
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong,
just remember in the winter
far beneath the bitter snows
lies the seed that with the sun's love
in the spring becomes the rose.
Thanks Ashaffer, this is Ten's song. To those that do not know him that well.....look deeper.
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Post by Teneas on Jul 31, 2007 18:17:44 GMT -5
From his personal writings.
Met one today, not sure what trick this may be from Erevan. My heart leaped in it's cage, and my breathe went shallow for a few moments. Surely this was some means of test for me. Purple dress flowing in the breeze as she walked in front of me. Never knowing that I was searching the soul of it's owner. Hair of silver, not of gold. Did that really matter anyway? I asked myself. The name of the only one that truelly knew me was spoken again by some lips that I knew not.
Twas her name, I had only known one other with that name. The one that made me, shaped me and taught me so much. There had been such love there at one point. To watch her fall in front of my eyes filled that love with hate, and disgrace. I was no longer worthy of the things that the gods had granted me. Needed to suffer to pay for my lack of action. To embrace my pain and to walk in darkness. A path that I had known not till that day.
I walked out of those woods without a soul, murdered, hated, became a shell of myself. Lost my warrior ways and took to begging in the street, and trickery to survive. I saw her from time to time however. In the face of the elven lass that I failed to save from the slavers. In various other faces that I secretly helped. No one could or should know my good acts, where my heart lie. Had to make sure no others fell because of me.
Time went by, and others drew themselves into my life, or was it the other way? I knew not. Eventually I began to see some hope, some light on my dark path. Surely they would never understand and accept me and my ways. Many still glance at me and see only what I would like them to, but there are others, and ones that even I wish not, that see me for what I am.
I dared to even love again, met someone that was forbidden. Never stopped me before, but this was different, was reason and feeling behind it, and I allowed myself to slip off my mask from time to time. Time went by and she went back to her destiny. I was happy for her, but continued upon my path knowing that I was meant for no one.
I know not if I said her name before I walked away from her the other day or not. To many thoughts racing through my head, and body. My life had started to make sense again, had learn to use my down fallen trade as a good thing for some friends. Putting myself in harms way was what I did now. I loved a few of us, but secretly of course, as to not allow weakness for my enemies.
But as I turned to leave her on that hill top the other day I uttered the name that I thought I would never again say to another living being. I called her by her name....Laerul.
My path lies in the darkness of this world. But I know now there are ones that will walk those dark paths for the greater good with me. Embrace and love me. Hold me dear and call me friend.
But this day Erevan has thrown yet another trick to learn at me.
Laerul. I can not ignore that name.
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Post by Teneas on Jul 31, 2007 18:18:55 GMT -5
//OOClY. wanted to say that if you had any comments on my writings or any at all, feel free to post here. I enjoy the feed back.
*cough* Attention whore
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Post by ashaffer on Aug 3, 2007 12:08:37 GMT -5
She stood and watched as he walked away from her into the night. The figure in black, with the golden hair, and the easy grin. She could somehow tell that he used that grin to hide behind, or maybe just used it to keep the pain that lay behind that grin at bay. She wasn't sure exactly which one it truly was. All she was sure about was that she felt inexplicably drawn to him; a feeling so strong that it almost physically hurt, and one that no other man had stirred within her before. Was it his face that belonged on the man she only half glimpsed in her dreams, the one who would ease the loneliness she knew? Could he be the one? She closed her eyes and felt the beginnings of tears prickle them.
Opening her eyes again she felt the skirt of her purple dress flutter in the breeze against her bare legs, the prick of the thorns from the purple rose she held in her hand, but most of all she felt the all too brief sensation of his lips against hers. She stared down at the rose in her hand, and wondered what exactly fate had in store for them... And sent a silent prayer to the Gods that it wouldn't be heartbreak. For if it was to be heartbreak, she feared it would be the worse one of her entire life.
She smiled softly at the complete satisfaction she felt; her body aching pleasantly in the afterglow of their lovemaking. As she lay on her side, he was a warm, comforting presence pressing along the length of her back, one of his golden arms draped over the top of her body, and their legs fully entwined. She had been so afraid of this... This intimacy, the undeniable vulnerability it brought into her life, that to finally give herself over to it brought a sense of relief so profound she felt it down to the very core of her spirit. It was then, as they lay there together quietly, that she finally admitted to herself what she had tried so hard not to admit: she was falling in love with him... Falling hard.
Laerul keeps an eye out for him as she journeys throughout Cormyr, her heart leaping every time she sees a male figure clad in black, only to be disappointed when it turns out not to be him. She has long since told herself she is being a fool for doing this, but she can't help herself. It has now been close to two weeks since that afternoon when she had welcomed him to her bed, and ultimately into her heart. He had told her as he left that he would seek her out soon, but he had not.
In trying to come up with the reasons for him not to seek her out she has come up with many, but kept returning to one. He has evidently had second thoughts about getting involved with her... It was probably because her name was the same as "hers", and, as she thinks this, she curses her name for the first time in her life, wishing it was anything else. Obviously there were too many memories connected to it, both sweet and bitter, too many to overcome. Too many to give their love a chance to bloom.
As she moves along the lonesome roads she walks, she pulls her hood well forward, making an effort to conceal the silent tears that frequently course down her face these days. A breaking heart has no accompanying sound to betray it other than tears it brings, though they can be held back with an effort. Sometimes.
The Captain Of Her Heart
It was way past midnight
And she still couldn't fall asleep
This night the dream was leaving
She tried so hard to keep
And with the new day's dawning
She felt it drifting away
Not only for a cruise
Not only for a day
Too long ago
Too long apart
She couldn't wait another day for
The captain of her heart
As the day came up she made a start
She stopped waiting another day for
The captain of her heart
Too long ago
Too long apart
She couldn't wait another day for
The captain of her heart
Too long ago
Too long apart
She couldn't wait another day for
The captain of her heart
As the day came up she made a stop
She stopped waiting another day for
The captain of her heart
Too long ago
Too long apart
She couldn't wait another day for
The captain of her heart
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Post by Teneas on Nov 22, 2007 11:13:17 GMT -5
Edit: I wrote this, then thought of the people and places listed in the story. I ask that you do not use any information in this for IC information. Any knowledge gained from this would be metagaming. Thanks for not metagaming......
He pulled the hood down as he stepped into the settlement and looked around. Why was he here anymore? What was his purpose? Long had he battled the demons inside. Long had he just wanted to do things his way. His heart had lept when he found this elven home. To long had he felt alone, and abandoned by his people. His life was a hard one, one of information gathering and masks. He sat down beside a statue of Erevan and layed a stolen gem down beside him. A prayer escaped his lips and he looked to the heavens.
He had chosen this life, this walk in the shadows long ago. Was what he was best at, and what his family needed from him. Though, he couldn't help but wonder what glories the others held.
Entori was respected and well liked by most. He smirked as he thought of Ent's sense of humor, though not much like his own, but there was promise for his friend. There was power, wisdom, and pride that poured out of that one. They had their moments of closeness, but not that often.
Isi was another, beautiful, strong, serving the people as they were all her children. He loved the way that she gave of herself, and yet found a sadness that she never really could understand him. His actions seemed rash and fool hardy to her. The love that Entori and her shared brought warmth to his heart. There was hope for anyone to have love if Ent had found it. A small smile came to his lips as he tried to convince himself of that.
Al, his brother for a long time, even before the settlement was home to them both. His ways with the blade were amazing, and he understood Ten more than anyone in the settlement. Rarely questioning, always supportive and trusting. He had seen Al grow from terrified beginnings to the force that he was now. Truly his brother was needed in this place.
Quendros.....he laughed as he thought of this one. Strong, brave, better at the bow than any he had seen. Thought Quendros would most likely deny the fact, he was more like Teneas than most anyone else there. Always getting others into trouble in battle, though bailing them out pretty quickly. His words were powerful, and most of the time spoken at the wrong time. He was a fierce defender of the people. Teneas had learned so much from his travelings with that one.
Vinduil....a slight shudder coursed through him as he thought of all the lectures that he had endured to that one. Teneas couldn't decide whether Entori or Vinduil least understood his actions. There was the constant butting of heads that the two had, but there was much respect that Teneas had for the senior warden as well. There were very few that Teneas would seek out to admit wrongs to, or to apologize for actions. Vinduil was one of these. Teneas laughed out loud again as he thought of what Vinduil must have thought the first years of travel with him.
His head went into his hands, and he allowed himself a moment to think of how things could be different. He could openly act upon the things that needed to be done, and gain acknowledgment for them. He longed to be known and respected for the things that he has done for the greater good. To not have to wear his "mask", as he calls it, and allow others to see him for what he truly is. His heart reached out for some kind of understanding to what he was, or what he would have to do in the future. This was a hard road to walk. All the others could be open and show the realm what they were, and what they could do, but not him. His life was one of shadows and secrets. For a brief moment he thought to himself that perhaps he would serve best if he was different, had stayed at home with his father and accepted the ways earlier.
He pulled his hood up as he stood, and dropped a purple rose at the foot of the statue. Allowed his "mask" to slide over his sad interior, and started to walk away.
His face meet the forest floor and a divine laughter meet his ears. He layed there a moment laughing hard. Finally he picked himself up, and turned to the statue of his beloved god, only to find the purple rose and the stolen gem were gone. He smiled and headed off into the forest for a walk. Of course...how could he even think that he was alone in his suffering? Why would it for a second cross his mind again that no one understood him? There was one that always knew, that always laughed and always watched him........Erevan.
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Post by Teneas on Apr 21, 2008 20:22:08 GMT -5
//OOCLY...of course as always feel free to post what you will about the writings or contribute to them.
Golden hair blew in the wind, blocking his view slightly, but not enough to stop his shot. The bow twanged and an arrow pertruded from the deers heart. Little pain was felt as the deer fell to the earth. The elf approached, and hefted the deer onto his shoulders. He moved to a spot that was special to him alone. A fire was made, and he prepared the meat for cooking. Eyes turned toward the sky and he smiled slightly, then frowned. Why this spot? Why always the two sides of things? Never simple anymore.
Sunlight poured through the small opening in the cliffs that surrounded him, forming a line almost right down the middle of the grove. Chuckling abit, the elf eyed the light and shadow sides of the ground. The meat sizzled on the fire, and the elf applied some spices to it, keeping the fire low the entire time as to create little smoke.
Eyes turned again toward the sunlight/shadow split in the grove. How often had he stayed on the shadow side? How often had he purposely stay within the dark? He gently cut a piece of venison off and took a bite. The meat hit the ground with a thud, and the elf cursed.
"Never was a good cook", he said.
He allowed the fire to burn itself out, and ate some salted fish that he had caught, eyes still glued to the split on the ground. He had often felt himself at odds with things...always on the darker side of decisions, always one to act. Things were not as they once were now however. He was older, he had responsibilities he never thought of having. Chuckling he thought that younger elves would actually listen to this roguish figure. Time had moved on him, and he was no longer a "young" elf anymore.
Since when was he teaching? Why was he teaching?
"Gods, just like my father" he said.
Erevan had shown himself to the elf, and it had set his course. There was much fun to be had in this life, much laughter and light heartedness. There was also a fierce defending to be done of the ways of the Seldarine. Even Erevan, who was rarely serious, would show little mercy to those that spoke falsely on elven ways. Reaching for his shooting star amulet, he allowed himself a laugh. Had been to long since he had laughed, and for once, he knew he was in the right. Doing Erevan's and the Seldarines work. Younger elves, like he once was, needed good guidance, even from an Erevanite.
There is laughter and merry to be had....but woe to an enemy of elves.
Sitting fully in shadow, he moved himself to the exact middle of where shadow met light on the ground, and smiled. This was his place, this was his heart.
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Post by Teneas on Apr 25, 2008 17:41:35 GMT -5
Throwing his feet up upon the table, he looked around. How full this hall was once...how full of friends, and kin. Where were the others that shared delight in elven ways and customs? How many remember the years before humans moved across their lands? He wondered how many across Cormyr actually embraced the Seldarine anymore. Shaking his head as he got up from the long table, he pulled his hood up and left for the forest. Out there, things made sense.
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Post by Panros on May 9, 2008 11:53:14 GMT -5
The tune ended softly off of Torgeir’s pursed lips and sent him into memories he shared with his playful elven friend. It had been too long since he heard Teneas’s tell tale tune and the large man found himself surprised that he had whistled it. With a smile he rubbed the thick stubble on his chin than ran a calloused hand through his thick brown hair to pull it over his shoulders.
“You okay there Torgeir?” asked a bronzed skinned leather clad man, smallish in stature, an axe in his hand.
The large barbarian hadn’t noticed that he had stopped hiking and somewhat startled he looked to the ranger and the rest of his traveling companions that had kept him company ever since his arrival to Shadowdale, in the northern parts of the Dalelands. An odd troupe, the company had taken the nearly seven foot tall giant of a barbarian and his equally impressive greatsword, Foecleaver, warmly and into open arms. Torgeir turned his gaze to the thick forest surrounding them, smelling wet and fresh from the recent rain, before settling his hazel eyes back to them.
“I am fine,” Torgeir finally responded as he set Foecleaver into a round before resting it on his shoulder. He walked the few feet and began to pass them. Sunbeams that broke through the tree tops played across his face. “To the orcs then.”
A few quite moments passed, the only sounds playing in the air were that of nature and the soft thudding of boots on damp ground. “Where did you pick up that tune?” questioned a dark skinned woman, her voice as beautiful and strong as her appearance and her sorceress magic.
A few more moments passed as Torgeir searched for the words. “A crazy elf,” answered Torgeir with a smirk.
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Post by Teneas on May 10, 2008 19:43:30 GMT -5
The tiny rock fell the water with a small splash, and the golden hand picked up another to toss in. Eyes scanned the distance, and all around him. Lips curl at that the thought of what was happening to yet another one. Shrouded in light once, and now choosing the darker path. To embrace all that makes them a true warrior for the people. Would they be able to endure the endless days and nights of torment? Never truely letting others inside their head. Never allowing others to know who they really are.
His eyes turned toward the sunset once again across the water, and he allowed himself no time for thought as the night rolled in. A prayer is said to the Seldarine, whispered to softly for most ears to hear. He would help in this walk...help guide, teach, and share an experience that very few would ever know. If they were ready, he would do this. He would help another to walk alone, in between truth and lies.
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Post by Teneas on Jun 8, 2008 19:39:07 GMT -5
Boots thrown on the floor, cloak and armor just dropped on the ground, and a bow and blades gently placed upon his dresser. The elf sat there in his chair with moonwine in hand, and grinned to himself. There were days when he felt as old as any elf had achieved. His body ached more than it used to, years upon years on the road tended to do that. He was faster than he was as a younger elf, but this night he thought of his father. The mighty sun elf had ruled their small settlement in the woods of the Cormanthor for many years. He was wise, always tactfull, and rarely wrong in his actions. None of the qualities that Teneas had shown in his younger years. He wasn't old yet however, at the age of one hundred and thirty five, he had a long way to go. Thinking over the last twenty or so years however grew a smirk upon his face, and he took a long gulp of wine. Muttering, he wiped up the couple of drops that fell from his greedy lips.
Wise, he had never been known as wise, but these days he spent so few time on the road, and his time was always spent speaking of politics of his friends, or training younger elves. He chuckled as he thought of how his father would view him now, he never did send word home.
"Making a point of that, one of these days" he said aloud to himself. Perhaps time had granted him abit more wisdom for all his troubles. Again laughter erupted from his belly, as he thought of 'tactfull'. How he cared not for tact, but to speak so openly and freely that all would know truth if they heard it, but the world was no such place for that, and some friends he had lost due to harsh words. His mind went around all that he spoke of and did in Cormyr. The chair creaked as he let it down to pour himself some more wine, and upon tasting it, the corner of his mouth curled just abit in delight. Was good wine after all, they only had the best at home.
"BAH" he said loudly, "Who cares for tact?"
Of course the rarely wrong part never applied to the sun elf. He was constantly wrong in his pursuits, losing friends, making enemies, starting things that somehow did not need to be started. Reaching for his chest suddenly, and jumping up, dropping the wine goblet upon the floor. He quickly looked to his amulet, then smirked.
"It had grown warm didn't it?" he asked himself. Stirring from the bed caught his attention, and he glanced back to the tiny elven lass that rested in his bed. He smiled and gripped the amulet tightly.
"Ahh....who the hells needs all that stuff anyway." he stated. He was wiser, more tactfull, and even abit more right these days than he had ever been. But his heart missed those carefree days that he once knew. His heart missed them just every once in awhile, not often enough to throw away all that he had accomplished, and Erevan had granted him something that lightened his heart greatly, a kindred spirit, one that he held nothing back from. That he could trust, hold, and love. Something...that made him all the quicker, wiser, more tactfull elf that he had become. Excitement looms around every corner of the realms, and he had things to do, people to annoy, friends to make and lose, enemies to make and stop, and a companion to see to.
"Erevan be praised, and throw it a me my god, I am ready!" he prayed softly to a small statue of his god right before he crawled into bed for rest after the long day.
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Post by Teneas on Oct 9, 2008 22:16:20 GMT -5
Cloaked myself once again with shadows of days past. Saw what I once was again....perhaps just a brief glance, but it was there. Footsteps fell as they once did, and I watched one of the honorable just fall....
Could have reached out...helped..or done more. Would have cost me my own life.....
The wind seems to blow abit colder, and familiar faces seem to drift these days. So few friends around...
There is always my love, safe and warm, waiting on my return. I do tend to wander, and have always thought it to be alone. She proved that theory wrong. Not sure if she will ever understand fully what I once was, and the darkness in my heart at times. She loves me though, I know that...never felt more connected, more in touch.
What would she have done? A question I know well the answer to..
Survival kicked in, wasn't much I could do I suppose. To many to take alone, and unprepared. Had to watch though...had to gather. To risky out there with em...to much at stake.
The rain later that day drove into my bones as ice. No fire, cloak, nor hood could keep me warm. My heart yearns for some peace now...some rest. It isn't my road however...isn't my path to be peacefull....
Laughter poured from my throat, and filled the air when it was done...much...much later. Humor finds it's way into everything I suppose....at least with Erevanites...
Strange and fickel he can be....full of joy, pranks, and tricks...but deadly when he wants to be.
*Ten's eyes dart to his bow, and his cloak in the corner drying off. With a quick step and look back toward the chest in which he stored this rarely written in journal, he heads out the door.*
"Writing can wait....got work to do, and a love to have"
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Post by Teneas on Nov 18, 2008 20:58:25 GMT -5
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Post by Teneas on Apr 14, 2009 10:30:08 GMT -5
I often sit and wonder, amazed at what I have seen and done during my time. I have so much time left, the past is almost as a blink of an eye...so much that I have yet to see or do. Friends have died, moved on, and simply given up in my days of roaming. I understand few to be honest...and perhaps I care little to truly understand most. New batches of the same threats appear...then go away..only to be replaced with a new model..
They really are a simple and evil folk, I have little faith in them at all, and yet...once..I lived among them, and had adapted quite a few of their ways. It was Roscue that had shown me the path I walk...it was him that saved my hide that day on the river bank after I hunted the slavers. I had such hope that man would be like him...savage yes, but not pointless....
I have yet to really see many men that have been full of purpose...there are some...but there are few. To watch as they disputed among themselves during a time of assured demise..was.....sickening. And yet they wonder...Why doesn't any other race really help us? Tis a sad attempt to disguise their very nature..even to themselves. Destructive, vile, evil, twisted....short lived things that influence our lives so much these days..
*the elf looks over the statue a moment and smirks, setting his gaze back upon his notebook*
Change.....perhaps they will change..I doubt it..but we shall see...
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Post by Teneas on Aug 17, 2010 9:52:22 GMT -5
Her smile greets me, we share a laugh, and an embrace. As if no time has passed among us, as if time itself stood still for us. Two made into one. I brush the loose leaves from her hair, and she gives me a kiss. That sweet kiss, along with the smell of the forest upon her. The scent swirls around me, and intoxicates me. Never had believed that such wholeness could come to me. That such happiness would exist for one such as myself. We spend the day together in bliss. Patroling the forest, and joking. Often stopping to help some injured animal, or fell an orc.
Time comes for us to go home, to rejoin our kin. Something moves in the corner of my eye. I glance in the direction, and a shadow narrowly escapes my sight. I know it's there, something just out of view. I turn to ask her if she can see anything, but she is gone from me. Something sticky upon my boots. I glance down, and realize I am standing in blood. Blood everywhere, though I am not hit, am not wounded.
Time seems to freeze, and I see her limp form upon the ground. Clear penetrations into her skin, through her armor. A human blade rests beside her, twisted and black, evil seeping from it.
I remember now, she is gone, she is no more. Arvandor becomes her home.
I open my eyes. Reverie is the only place she meets me anymore, the only chance I have to touch my beloved anymore. The only true wholeness that I have to hold onto.
Tis my bane....tis my path.
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Post by Teneas on Aug 30, 2010 21:19:15 GMT -5
During his reverie a female moon elf of the Cormiira gently wipes a tear from his eye murmuring softly in elven over him.
Sweet love, loving brother, I could never imagine the pain you're in. The pain of losing a mate like that. I just wish, pray, that there is something I can do to ease the pain. I feel your pain when you rest, when you are near, when I lay with you listening to your heart. You may try to hide it but I see it clearly. I feel the pain of all my people. As does the father. You're beautiful you know. The way you've mastered your art. The path you walk so misunderstood but I understand. I listen, I pay attention to all kin. With your skills you help so many. With your jokes you bring smiles in those desperate times of battle. I hope you realize your worth, and how many actually do love you. My sweet elven prince.
She lays down next to him wrapping an arm around him gently their bodies close as she slips into reverie, opening her heart in a way not many know to take in the pain of others in their own reverie. //Thank you to the player that sent this to me. It has been some great rp, and I look forward to more. Always nice finding more to a story that I had thought dead at one point. |
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Post by Teneas on Sept 24, 2010 15:36:33 GMT -5
//Sent by another player to me, call me sappy..made me shed a tear. It deserves posting, and the player has my eternal thanks for the great rp we shared, and the true understanding, however unfounded among our two characters. Was a HUGE part of who Teneas is to this day. *tips his hat*
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Post by Teneas on Feb 15, 2011 17:47:10 GMT -5
 I put down my hood for some time. Tis strange this sensation of being needed beyond my normal capacity. I am proud of my kin, yet wonder what role everyone shall play. I went to the Ogre just the other day to feel some sense of normalcy once again. My hood is dropped, another part of myself is shown. There is much to do.... |
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Post by Teneas on Mar 26, 2011 18:15:27 GMT -5
 //Thought this was a good one for Teneas. Comments are always welcome.  |
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Post by elvishnation on Mar 27, 2011 6:50:44 GMT -5
//Perfect!, but needs more golden skin? |
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Post by Teneas on Apr 18, 2011 19:08:26 GMT -5
"As I sit and ponder things to come, things to embrace, and things to leave behind, I can not help but think of things that were...."
Many years ago:
Arrows met black skin, and the sneaky elf crumpled to the floor. Red hair popped around the corner, and a small nod was given.
"She is good isn't she." said one of the scouts, more a statement than a question.
The family continued down the dark hallway, with few torches and magic to grant them sight in such blackness. It had been needed, this trip. It was necessary to secure safety within their sacred realm. Although most of them did not like such trips, they are necessity. Few would venture this deep, few would seek out the dangers where they hid. This group would, this family was meant for such. Bonded strongly together, drawn tightly by oath and purpose.
The red haired ranger popped out of the shadows again, and motioned that three more laid await around the corner.
"I got them" said the half elf male with a smile.
"Seldarine have mercy, brace for an attack" spoke the dark haired, uptight mage of the group.
Two of the others took up the front line and waited with patience and precision. In one's hand, sat the noble's blade, a rapier of the finest quality, with the elf holding it no less in quality himself. The other, a seasoned warrior and high priest of Corellon himself drew his shield a bit closer and gave the nod to the others.
Loud crys of battle erupted from around the corner, and an elven scream was heard. The red haired female had emerged from the shadows to take her place with bow in hand at the rear of the line.
Small darts can whipping around the corner, as did the half elven male. Limping from a wound, and running like mad.
"Damn you Qu.." was all that got out before the dark elves came head on into the elven force waiting to meet them.
Daggers met rapier. Longsword met longsword. A blast of colorful spray dealt one of the drow a quick, yet painful death. The elven mage among the surface elves started his casting yet again. Arrows flew over the shoulders of the two elves up front, and landed with precision into the shoulder of one dark elf, shortly after having the rest of it's life ended by a thrust of the rapier. The cleric dueled on with the dark elf that he faced off against. Thrust with thrust, cry with cry, the two dueled. Scoring a rather nasty hit to the cleric's side, the dark elf sneered. The Corellonite fell to the ground clutching his side, never letting go of his blade, which he held in defense. The others looked on, to far away to do much.
"Cast Entori!" cried Isiolith.
"Could hit Vinduil!" Entori belted out. It was true, he had cast most of his spells early on in their trek, and had few left at his disposal, all but his most potent ones.
Alkabiatese ran towards the downed Vinduil, and the vicious drow swordsman. Quendros readied an arrow to let fly, as did Isiolith, neither of which had one already strung. As the sword raised to deliver a vicious blow to the wounded cleric, the drow's face went from hatred to pure surprise. His sword dropped from his grasp, and clattered to the floor, followed shortly after by his own dead body. Golden hair had fallen from beneath the hood as the last among their group emerged from the shadows.
"Thought he had you there" he said with a smirk as he gave his hand to Vinduil to help him up.
"heh, waited a bit long for that didn't you Ten?" asked Vinduil, to which he was answered by an all to familiar smile. Teneas wiped his blades off upon the dead drow, and sheathed them, once again taking up his bow.
The family gathered themselves, and with a few blessings of healing from the High Priest, they made their departure. Their deed was done, they had accomplished that which they had set out to do. They always seemed to have luck on their side, if not sheer determination. This family was as no other, they were bound together by oath, by purpose, and by love.
Present day:
As the quickly as the memory had come, it faded. Those days were gone, that family was broken. Time and personal quests had taken that from them. What once was, was now lost.
"What to do now" he thought. "There is much to be done to fix things, much to be done to secure the future, much to be done to regain that which was lost."
Luck was always on his side, if not sheer determination.
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Post by Teneas on Aug 28, 2011 8:24:01 GMT -5
*worn boots hit the floor* Today...was a good day..to long since all have gathered...  |
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