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Post by Akkarin on May 21, 2006 3:33:01 GMT
Sulinrul dropped down from the branches of the tree's and walked over to the female mage, the morning had come and it was time too move again, for now he could walk with no discomfort from the sun, it hadnt even broken the horizon yet so for now his eyes remained undisturbed, but soon again his eyes would sting as the sun rose into the sky, how he wished he could pull it down into the sea and wait for it to end. "Get up, we move" he spoke in his rough common tongue, he could understand the language but spoke very little of it, only what was needed. He looked about sharply looking for the direction of which to go, he was no ranger so he had no idea of which way to walk in the thick of the woods, wraping his arms around the nearest tree he began to climb the nearest tree to gain a vantage over the canopy, as his head broke the leafy surface he saw the world from up high. To some the sight would be breath taking but to Sulinrul it made him want to shout every venomous word in his home tongue he could think of, to the north he could see his mountain range target, he decided to waste no more time and climbed back to down the tree to the mage, his bearings gathered he pointed the way they should walk.
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Post by Widdershins on May 22, 2006 19:49:02 GMT
Widdershins slowly got up, shooting Sulinrul a peculiar glance that said nothing, and waited patiently for him to climb up, climb down, and start moving. It was so strange that all of this filled her with no emotion of any sort, being as sensitive as she was, but it didn't change the fact that she was in a state of general neutrality. She wouldn't have called it defeat, her head wasn't hanging low, and her eyes still held some spark in them, but she had nothing to say or do at the moment, all she could do was wait. "Well," she said in a very low tone that even the Drow could only hear as a slur of words at best, "seems as though a long and silent journey lies ahead. No one to talk to," she shot Sulinrul a murderous look before shrouding herself in neutrality once more, and sincerely envied the freedom of a small bird that just shot out from the trees, "so I'll just talk to myself. What to talk about? Say, an odd capture? A nameless destination, better yet, purposless! How funny." Her lips curled into a cold smile that did not reach her eyes. In fact, the fire in her eyes made it seem more venomous than anything else.
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Post by Akkarin on May 22, 2006 19:58:29 GMT
Sulinrul was beginning to tire of the muderous looks that the female wizard offered him regually, its was indeed time to put a stop to them once and for all. Grabbing widdershins by the shoulder he twisted her around and took a blade from his boots and squeezed her forearm tightly, thus by reflex her hand opened, he took the hilt of the blade and put it firmly in her hand and squeezed her fingers around it tightly.He had lost an advantage here but he had gained something far more precious, by giving the blade away he had offered his trust to the woman, something the drow never do. Now the female wouldnt be so helpless either, she could defend herself should her magics fail her whilst in combat, the blade was of drowish creation, should its blade even touch her bare flesh she would bleed, and the poison coated on that blade was drowish poison, deadliest of them all. Indeed, that was a great symbol of trust. "Dont lose it!"
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Post by Widdershins on May 22, 2006 20:10:41 GMT
Eliana stared at her hand in astonishment. Of all the things she'd expected Sulinrul to do, this was the very last thing, at the bottom of the list. In fact, it didn't even get on the list. For a moment she didn't know what to do, stammer a thank you, or actually use it - the latter of which she quickly brushed aside. The Drow had given her something, his trust, which was something that she valued above else, no matter who it was who gave it to her. It was something to be earned, but she didn't know how anyone could earn a Drow's trust, if such a thing was possible. Nevertheless, there she stood, holding Sulinrul's symbolic trust. She looked up at him, seeing him in new light all of a sudden. But what could he want by my trust? It confused her. After hesitating a little, she stuck it in her belt, taking care not to touch the blade, and gave him a faint smile. "Thank you, Drow." she murmured, feeling it very awkward that she hadn't thanked it. Truth be told, she didn't know how to thank it, she didn't know what to think at all, let alone say something about it. Some memory from long ago tried to stir within her, but she pushed it away impatiently, and set to mulling over this new turn of events. Some of her anger ebbed away, and she stopped sending the Drow funny looks, but it puzzled her - she was his captive, she wasn't 'coming along for the ride', so what possible gain could the Drow have by trusting her? Maybe this was his way to thank her for saving his life, but that only confused her even more. A Drow did not thank such things. Eliana almost laughed, what's to be known? You have a trust, use it wisely.
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Post by Akkarin on May 23, 2006 11:25:12 GMT
The drow walked on after checking her stunned reaction, she had acted stunned and perplexed by the offering but that was to be expected, she had acted how he had expected her to, for now it showed that he had a good measure of her. Bekoning her onwards he put forward a steady pace for the march, it was easy enough to walk in and quick enough to cover a good number of miles over the day, Sulinrul was now looking forward to the rest of the trip, particually the end, how he longed for the faerie fired lights of home, he hadnt seen them in so long, he hadnt been able to walk about without his eyes stinging either, his main hatred though was the sun, how he hissed at that ball of light in the sky more and more every day, no he could not stand it, he would rather be in the underdark any given day.
The brush was beginning to thin out now, soon the two travellers would be approaching the open plains before the moutain range, perhaps they could through a near town, supplies were in great need.
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Post by Widdershins on Jun 8, 2006 14:12:28 GMT
Eliana kept pace with Sulinrul easily; after having been healed, she felt as good as new, and she had done such long journeys before. The silence, however, was opressing, there were too many questions left unanswered. Keeping her distance, but moving slightly closer, Eliana spoke to the Drow, for once not in a demanding, challenging, nor cursing manner, merely speaking to him conversationally.
"Where and why do you want to take me wherever we're going, Drow?" her voice held genuine curiosity in it; after all, she gathered that Drow do not leave anyone alive once they decide to kill them - why then, was she an exception? It was time to get some answers. "I hardly think that you tried to kill me just on a whim..." she said shrewdly - her rather covert entrance into the tavern wouldn't have called his attention to her without reason. Or, this drow didn't make any sense at all, which she admitted was a very liable possibility. "Who wants me dead? Or... have you just picked me because I happened to be the person who walked in that door at the proper time..." she doubted it. True, the drow could defeat anyone at anytime, most especially people like those in that tavern - defensless commoners - but it still was of some inconvienience even to him to be discovered sitting there peacefully among them, and picking Eliana as a target seemed too rash. Not to mention unprovoked.
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Post by Akkarin on Jun 12, 2006 21:43:25 GMT
[erm, you havent been told were goin' to the underdark im sure of it! And you can Rp the bandits]
Sulinrul looked at the woman, again the silence was broken by her, he didnt much like talking to her but sometimes such was neccessary and indeed this seemed to be one of those times. She was asking about why she was targeted, it seemed obvious he was an assassin not a murderer, obviously someone wanted her dead but who it was he was not at liberty to say, unless she would offer more than ample payment to return the vengance tenfold, it would impress him and the town wasnt so far away from where he resided.
"Someone wanted you dead!"
That was all she was going to get out of him unless the money started to flow and rather freely or she could offer him something more materialistic that could be of use, for now that was it. His Eyes looked into the distance and he could just make out some fence, a toll of some sort, bandits had set up camp by his estimation, this was a trade route of sorts and adventurers would often pass through here so it seemed to stand to reason why the bandits were here. Perhaps Sulinrul could gain from this moment, he mused a plan whilst he pulled the cowl of his hood over his eyes and turned back to Eliana.
"Keep Walking, i am your Elderly Father, we are a duo of adventuring mages"
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Post by Widdershins on Jun 13, 2006 8:34:53 GMT
((Ye, I keep forgetting. Changed it. Will do)) Eliana flushed from rage at the thought that someone wanted her dead. She had suspected it, but getting the confirmation didn't appeal to her at all. Who wants me dead? It puzzled her. The only thing that she could think of was a spot of trouble she had gotten into a few weeks before arriving at the Inn on that fateful day. But how had he gotten an assasin so fast? There is no way that he could have noticed that I had taken the stone... She swallowed convulsively. If the mage in question knew that she had taken something of his - something now safely resting in a place that only she knew of - as fast as he had, then he had been expecting it. It outraged her to know that after all her manipulations, the mage still suspected her. Then again, he had every right to be paranoid, for she had made a right fool of him before she had tried to gain his trust in order to reach the stone. It still seemed unrealistic, so she cast the idea away. There was no way that it could have been him - after all, she could list a dozen others who would most likely want to see her dead. Sulinrul wasn't the first assassin she'd dealt with - but the first that she hadn't been able to defeat. Besides, it had been nearly half a year since the last one came. I'm out of practice, she thought ruefully. "I don't suppose you would tell me who it was?" Eliana asked, not really hoping to get an answer, but she had to try. None of the other assassins gave names when she held a knife to their throat, she had always had to find out by other means. She frowned. It would not do to gather so many enemies, she'd let too many accumulate in the past few months, her need of the stone had been too great for her to deal with the immaterial folk who she'd not been entirely honest with. None of them, however, implied any serious danger. And now one of them wants her dead. Obviously, only a richer enemy could afford an assassin, but there were as many rich people she'd lied to as there were poor, it was no help. Eliana almost laughed, raising an eyebrow. "Elderly Father. Aha, sure." She didn't seem convinced, but she shrugged, and gazed at whatever it was that he was staring at. A bunch of what looked like bandits were sitting around in a circle. It didn't seem like they had been there too long, some of them were just arranging their things in protected places, making Eliana think that they already had some valuables with them. They didn't look exactly friendly, and she suppressed a disgusted frown at their manner and appearance. One of them walked outside the circle to fetch something, and two others were in deep conversation next to a tree. Eliana guessed one of them was the leader - most likely the portly, bald and unshaven one, simply the way he stood there, arms crossed, radiated confidence. Looking back over the others, Eliana sincerely hoped that Sulinrul didn't plan on spending too much time with them. Half of them looked like they hadn't bathed in weeks, the other half seemed as though they had never seen a drop of water in their life. As if to heighten the overall unkempt and sloppy appearance, one of them spit on the ground and wiped his mouth on his sleeve, grinning broadly when one of his mates passed him a flask. Some of them were roaring in laughter - obviously they had just met some success. Hesitating slightly, Eliana moved forward, and tried not to look like she would rather shrink away from them than approach them. One bandit noticed as they approached and lept up, pointing while shouting something to the fat bald man, who in turn reached for his knife, suddenly looking dangerous and alert. By the time they reached the circle, all of them had knives in their hands, some wearing a blood-thirsty grimace on their face, eyes following their every movement. For a second all was silent, and Eliana merely waited for someone to speak. To her surprise however, it wasn't the bald man who spoke, but the other man who had been standing to the side. Of all the men here, he looked probably the most tidy, though even he seemed like he could use a good bath. "Who are you and what do you want?" He asked roughly, and Eliana sensed something pressing close to her on her side. Without looking there, she guessed that some of them had crept up behind them and held knives to their sides. "We mean you no harm." Some of them snorted in amusement - as if two travelers like themselves could do them any harm - but some of them lost their confidence upon seeing that Eliana still looked just as composed and cold as before. "I am called Moira," Eliana lied, "a sheil mage, and this is my father," she gestured to Sulinrul, who had his face hidden, "also a powerful mage." The knives didn't lower. The man looked at them with unmasked suspicion, looking them up and down thoroughly. "We don't like your kind." he said simply. Eliana shrugged and gave him a cold smile that didn't reach her eyes. The feeling's mutual... she thought sourly. After thinking a moment, he walked up to them. Just a bit closer... let's see how much pain you can handle... Eliana tried to suppress the sudden desire to make him bleed. "What do you want?" Good. Eliana thought, He's a little bit afraid. Which means they won't just knife us. Dammit, Sulinrul... It would have been so much easier if Sulinrul merely lowered his hood - just his obvious appearance would do its job enough to only have to kill half of them, and scatter the other half. But nooo, he has to find the long way 'round things."We..." she shot an uncertain glance at Sulinrul, realizing that she didn't really know what they needed, "...are in need of some supplies... we'd be very grateful if you could help out two weary travelers. My father's health is rather poor, and he could use some rest..." she put on a face that had won many hearts before, even of people like these. The man didn't soften. "Why have you come to us?" he gestured around, "If I were a pretty thing like ye with an ol' father, I wouldn't pick us..." his suspicion didn't abate. "We would pay you well." Eliana said shortly. That got his interest, and quickly, without thinking about Sulinrul's response to her next actions, did a very quick Illusion Weaving into her pocket, and produced a bag of silver, pulling it out. For a second it looked as though the man's eyes would fall out, as he stared at the bag unblinkingly, and then, a little shakily, looked back up at Eliana's face. "What did you exactly have in mind?" Eliana felt the knives lower slightly, and she flushed in triumph. However, I've just made another bunch of enemies who'll want me dead. This isn't the first bag of nonexistent money I've used... The thought didn't cheer her in the slightest.
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