Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2015 3:52:49 GMT -5
04 Uktar 1379-
Sitting against the shade of an old oak, Daphne had taken a moment to rest her blistered feet, leaning upon her bent knees as her forearms rest freely upon their tops. It seemed as if every part of her body tired or ached and in the moment she had to rest, she inspected each of her injuries. Her fore and middle fingers bloodied from over drawing her bow once or twice, the Malar bite wound still stitched neatly upon her forearm. Each scar, each wound now represented a story. A story of life, of death, of determination. Glancing about the forest, she let her eyes wander. It seemed rather quiet this day, not even a deer pranced about the leaf litter or bird singing their song of longing within the trees. She thought it somewhat odd, though regardless, it gave her the opportunity to rest her tired body. She shook her head languidly, a heavy sigh leaving her lungs as she felt through her satchel for a vial of water to quench her growing thirst.
Not a moment later, she saw movement to her left. Immediately Daphne glanced up, remaining still as she looked around her, only her eyes darting about though nothing was around her. Warily, she pulled her bow closer to her lap. Echoing through the woods and clearing it of its silence, a woman screamed in pain. Dropping her satchel, Daphne ran toward the scream for help. Daphne sprinted, her boots forcing the water past her as she ran through the stream. She stopped to orientate herself, hunting desperately for the source of the screams. Again she heard a cry for help in the distance, her feet finding the wind beneath them as she ran into a clearing. Her heels digging into the dirt, she stopped, her eyes widening as she gazed upon an Elven woman, a blade placed through her belly at the hand of a Dhaerow. Daphne found herself still, frozen as she watched him take her life from within her. The Dhaerow glanced to Daphne, a dark expression growing upon his face as she withdrew the blade from the lifeless elfess.
"Seems you are too late, darthiir." he hissed towards her, licking his lips as the blood dripped from his blade. Daphne glanced briefly to the elfess' body before gripping her bow tightly in her grasp. "Your dalninil is now food for the dogs." An eerie glow came over him, his body transparent as he stepped toward her. At that moment Daphne realised how vulnerable she was, alone in the Hullack against a Dhaerow Ghost. Stepping back slowly, she held her expression, her hand slowly reaching for an arrow and notching it loosely.
"You shall pay for what you did." Daphne replied, her words spoken through clenched teeth, pulling the arrow tighter on her bowstring the closer he came toward her.
"And what are you going to do, kill me?" he chuckled, his sinister laughter echoing. He lunged toward her, his blade rising over his shoulder as he swung forcefully, his blade hitting a rock as Daphne rolled to her right. Kneeling upon the leaf litter, she drew her bow, releasing the arrow which had flown straight through his ghostly figure. Again her eyes widened, now knowing she was in great danger. The Dhaerow laughed, his arm open wide. "You think your arrows will fall me, darthiir?" He reached forward, gripping her by her throat as he pulled her to her feet, a red glow illuminating from his hands as he began to draw the life from within her. Her fingers pryed between his, attempting to release his grasp so she may breath, though the harder she struggled, the weaker she became. Slowly she felt the energy draining from her body, weakening her legs as darkness slowly came over her. Her hands released his, her olive eyes darkening.
"Release her, dhaerow." she heard a faintly eerie voice say, the ghost turning his attention to his left. "She does not fall this day." Immediately he let her go, his hand releasing her now bruising neck and causing her to cough, gasping desperately for air. Daphne gripped her throat, bowing her head in weakness as she attempted to catch her breath, her fingers gripping the earth beneath her.
"And who are you to determine her fate, ogglin?" The Dhaerow chuckled darkly as he stepped back from her. Not a moment later, she heard the sound of battle; arrows piercing flesh and the bow strings retracting with a grunt. Her fingers walked toward her bow slowly as she reached for it weakly, rising to her feet and notching an arrow in a worn attempt to aid her saviour. Her vision still blurred, her knees weak underneath her. She gazed forth upon a second ghostly figure beside her, his image a figment of familiarity. His arrows tipped with lightning flew true to their aim, hitting the Dhaerow one at a time from across their battlefield. Daphne pulled back her bow, attempting to use her remaining strength to aim her arrow straight and true. She took a deep breath, the cool air piercing her lungs. The arrow released with a snap of her bowstring, striking the Dhaerow in the stomach as a final shot was fired from the figure beside her into his chest. The Dhaerow fell, laying upon the forest floor with his hands upon his belly, his fingers wrapped around her arrow.
"Killing me... Will have done you... No good..." he spoke, his voice quivering. The elven figure stood over him, drawing a dagger from his belt and gazing down upon the Dhaerow, his wounds bleeding out heavily. "It will only anger them... Further." With those final words, the Elven ghost dove his dagger into the heart of the Dhaerow, drawing the life from within him. Falling to her knees, Daphne gripped her throat once again, gaining the attention of the Elven ghost as he walked toward her, sheathing his dagger and offering her his hand.
"Are you all right, sister?" he questioned, his voice warm. Daphne glanced up toward him, her vision still blurred as she tried to make sense of his facial features. She placed her hand in his, gripping his wrist to find her weak legs under her once again.
"I... I think I will be." she gripped her throat, her voice croaky as she attempted to speak. "My thanks for your aid, cousin." The figure simply dipped his head in response, his hand reaching forward to cup her chin and tilt her head slowly to the side.
"Allow me to help you heal." he said, the tone of his voice formal though caring. He began chanting, his voice echoing in his ghostly form as light began to shine from beneath his finger tips. Slowly the pain eased, her neck lightening from a deep red and purple and vision returning. Dressed in armour of green and silver, his long brown hair braided from his face. Daphne rose a brow as she caught sight of him, the familiarity returning. Immediately he turned from her, his back facing her as he looked upon the Elven woman lying lifeless upon the forest floor. He sighed heavily. "She has long passed into Arvandor, sister." he spoke, the disappointment in his voice.
"It is grim news indeed. I will report this to the Wardens upon my return." Daphne replied, looking upon the Elfess herself. She seemed only young, perhaps too young to be venturing through the woods alone. Though Daphne could not help but wonder if she had been seeking the Wardens, to speak with them of news. "I shall have the Mathora bring her body back to the settlement." The Elven ghost simply nodded, looking out over the plains as the sun shone back through the canopies, escaping from behind the passing clouds.
"It is my time to go." he spoke softly, turning to walk into the distance.
"My thanks for your aid this day brother." Daphne said quickly. The ghost turned slowly, his features recognisable as he grinned at her fondly.
"Keep well," the image of Zeska had said as he disappeared into the light. "Little Essy..." Daphne found herself awe struck. Had it really been Zeska she saw? Her brother protecting her life from beyond Arvandor or had she been hallucinating the entire time? The vision of the Elven ghost just a figment of her mind due to oxygen deprivation. Regardless her eyes began to well, tears blurring her vision once again. She was certain it had been her brother, his protection meaning more to her than she would ever be able to explain to another. Her hand slowly rose to his necklace that adorned her neckline, holding it tightly in her grasp and stroking the green gem with her thumb. She attempted to find her words, her voice filled with sorrow.
"Be well my brother. I miss you..."
// And yes, I did actually RP some of this out. No Elven ghosts were harmed in the making of this RP post...
Sitting against the shade of an old oak, Daphne had taken a moment to rest her blistered feet, leaning upon her bent knees as her forearms rest freely upon their tops. It seemed as if every part of her body tired or ached and in the moment she had to rest, she inspected each of her injuries. Her fore and middle fingers bloodied from over drawing her bow once or twice, the Malar bite wound still stitched neatly upon her forearm. Each scar, each wound now represented a story. A story of life, of death, of determination. Glancing about the forest, she let her eyes wander. It seemed rather quiet this day, not even a deer pranced about the leaf litter or bird singing their song of longing within the trees. She thought it somewhat odd, though regardless, it gave her the opportunity to rest her tired body. She shook her head languidly, a heavy sigh leaving her lungs as she felt through her satchel for a vial of water to quench her growing thirst.
Not a moment later, she saw movement to her left. Immediately Daphne glanced up, remaining still as she looked around her, only her eyes darting about though nothing was around her. Warily, she pulled her bow closer to her lap. Echoing through the woods and clearing it of its silence, a woman screamed in pain. Dropping her satchel, Daphne ran toward the scream for help. Daphne sprinted, her boots forcing the water past her as she ran through the stream. She stopped to orientate herself, hunting desperately for the source of the screams. Again she heard a cry for help in the distance, her feet finding the wind beneath them as she ran into a clearing. Her heels digging into the dirt, she stopped, her eyes widening as she gazed upon an Elven woman, a blade placed through her belly at the hand of a Dhaerow. Daphne found herself still, frozen as she watched him take her life from within her. The Dhaerow glanced to Daphne, a dark expression growing upon his face as she withdrew the blade from the lifeless elfess.
"Seems you are too late, darthiir." he hissed towards her, licking his lips as the blood dripped from his blade. Daphne glanced briefly to the elfess' body before gripping her bow tightly in her grasp. "Your dalninil is now food for the dogs." An eerie glow came over him, his body transparent as he stepped toward her. At that moment Daphne realised how vulnerable she was, alone in the Hullack against a Dhaerow Ghost. Stepping back slowly, she held her expression, her hand slowly reaching for an arrow and notching it loosely.
"You shall pay for what you did." Daphne replied, her words spoken through clenched teeth, pulling the arrow tighter on her bowstring the closer he came toward her.
"And what are you going to do, kill me?" he chuckled, his sinister laughter echoing. He lunged toward her, his blade rising over his shoulder as he swung forcefully, his blade hitting a rock as Daphne rolled to her right. Kneeling upon the leaf litter, she drew her bow, releasing the arrow which had flown straight through his ghostly figure. Again her eyes widened, now knowing she was in great danger. The Dhaerow laughed, his arm open wide. "You think your arrows will fall me, darthiir?" He reached forward, gripping her by her throat as he pulled her to her feet, a red glow illuminating from his hands as he began to draw the life from within her. Her fingers pryed between his, attempting to release his grasp so she may breath, though the harder she struggled, the weaker she became. Slowly she felt the energy draining from her body, weakening her legs as darkness slowly came over her. Her hands released his, her olive eyes darkening.
"Release her, dhaerow." she heard a faintly eerie voice say, the ghost turning his attention to his left. "She does not fall this day." Immediately he let her go, his hand releasing her now bruising neck and causing her to cough, gasping desperately for air. Daphne gripped her throat, bowing her head in weakness as she attempted to catch her breath, her fingers gripping the earth beneath her.
"And who are you to determine her fate, ogglin?" The Dhaerow chuckled darkly as he stepped back from her. Not a moment later, she heard the sound of battle; arrows piercing flesh and the bow strings retracting with a grunt. Her fingers walked toward her bow slowly as she reached for it weakly, rising to her feet and notching an arrow in a worn attempt to aid her saviour. Her vision still blurred, her knees weak underneath her. She gazed forth upon a second ghostly figure beside her, his image a figment of familiarity. His arrows tipped with lightning flew true to their aim, hitting the Dhaerow one at a time from across their battlefield. Daphne pulled back her bow, attempting to use her remaining strength to aim her arrow straight and true. She took a deep breath, the cool air piercing her lungs. The arrow released with a snap of her bowstring, striking the Dhaerow in the stomach as a final shot was fired from the figure beside her into his chest. The Dhaerow fell, laying upon the forest floor with his hands upon his belly, his fingers wrapped around her arrow.
"Killing me... Will have done you... No good..." he spoke, his voice quivering. The elven figure stood over him, drawing a dagger from his belt and gazing down upon the Dhaerow, his wounds bleeding out heavily. "It will only anger them... Further." With those final words, the Elven ghost dove his dagger into the heart of the Dhaerow, drawing the life from within him. Falling to her knees, Daphne gripped her throat once again, gaining the attention of the Elven ghost as he walked toward her, sheathing his dagger and offering her his hand.
"Are you all right, sister?" he questioned, his voice warm. Daphne glanced up toward him, her vision still blurred as she tried to make sense of his facial features. She placed her hand in his, gripping his wrist to find her weak legs under her once again.
"I... I think I will be." she gripped her throat, her voice croaky as she attempted to speak. "My thanks for your aid, cousin." The figure simply dipped his head in response, his hand reaching forward to cup her chin and tilt her head slowly to the side.
"Allow me to help you heal." he said, the tone of his voice formal though caring. He began chanting, his voice echoing in his ghostly form as light began to shine from beneath his finger tips. Slowly the pain eased, her neck lightening from a deep red and purple and vision returning. Dressed in armour of green and silver, his long brown hair braided from his face. Daphne rose a brow as she caught sight of him, the familiarity returning. Immediately he turned from her, his back facing her as he looked upon the Elven woman lying lifeless upon the forest floor. He sighed heavily. "She has long passed into Arvandor, sister." he spoke, the disappointment in his voice.
"It is grim news indeed. I will report this to the Wardens upon my return." Daphne replied, looking upon the Elfess herself. She seemed only young, perhaps too young to be venturing through the woods alone. Though Daphne could not help but wonder if she had been seeking the Wardens, to speak with them of news. "I shall have the Mathora bring her body back to the settlement." The Elven ghost simply nodded, looking out over the plains as the sun shone back through the canopies, escaping from behind the passing clouds.
"It is my time to go." he spoke softly, turning to walk into the distance.
"My thanks for your aid this day brother." Daphne said quickly. The ghost turned slowly, his features recognisable as he grinned at her fondly.
"Keep well," the image of Zeska had said as he disappeared into the light. "Little Essy..." Daphne found herself awe struck. Had it really been Zeska she saw? Her brother protecting her life from beyond Arvandor or had she been hallucinating the entire time? The vision of the Elven ghost just a figment of her mind due to oxygen deprivation. Regardless her eyes began to well, tears blurring her vision once again. She was certain it had been her brother, his protection meaning more to her than she would ever be able to explain to another. Her hand slowly rose to his necklace that adorned her neckline, holding it tightly in her grasp and stroking the green gem with her thumb. She attempted to find her words, her voice filled with sorrow.
"Be well my brother. I miss you..."
// And yes, I did actually RP some of this out. No Elven ghosts were harmed in the making of this RP post...