Post by Fëawen on Jun 27, 2009 2:45:50 GMT 1
†† Killing__Frost ††
--== Glade in The Hedge ==--
: says to ~°°Fëawen Táralóm °°:.... he looked to you as he stepped out from the veil of ice and snow and he looked to you and he had his weapons with him and he nods to you......Feawen............it is time...........
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~°°Fëawen Táralóm °° ~
: says to †† Killing__Frost ††:.... The Feawen nodded....you had the look of weapons about you, and yes, it was time...and so the Sidhe moves towards you, ready for anything, gliding in that way peculiar to the Sidhe, learned at her mother's knee, barely seeming to move but covering the ground at a rapid clip...*Aye, Frost...* she reached out to brush a slender hand over your arm, just for a moment...*....* I'm ready*
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†† Killing__Frost ††
--== StoryTelling ==--
~ Is weaving tales and wonders ~
: says to ~°°Fëawen Táralóm °°:.... he looked back to you and he grins wickedly....you have seen this expression on the Unseelie when they were about to do something to you...he turns and he nods with his back to you and he walked his Warrior's walk...masculine and graceful.....his hair seem to bounce with each movement and as he reached the edge of the glade a hand reached out and it grabbed him pulling him thru and vanishing from you sight....there was not another sound other than the ones you made if any...but Frost was gone......
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~°°Fëawen Táralóm °° ~
: says to †† Killing__Frost ††:.... The Feawen watched as Frost turned and moved away, watching skeptically, for she knew the Warrior more than most, although not all did she know, of a certainty.....and then...and then! A hand reached out, snatching him out of the glade and the Frost was gone......vanished from sight, not a shadow, not a single noise to reveal to the Sidhe where he had gone, or what had happened... Feawen choked back the sound of surprise that wanted to shriek into the air, choked it back with a hand of steel, indeed not even the sound of her sharply drawn breath escaped her, for that would have meant that she had no faith in the Unseelie one's abilities...and so, she stood there, sound changed to motion as a quiver wracked over the slender frame...a quiver, aye...but silent, and she watched teh place where he had been, silvery eyes glittering like steel and stone...
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-=Forrest Sentinel=-
‡‡SKAAR‡‡
=Barbarian Ranger=
Orc, enters silently
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~°°Fëawen Táralóm °° ~
: says to †† Killing__Frost ††:.... As the Orc, greener and uglier than most of his kind, even, stepped out of the forest and into the glade.....THEIR glade, the Feawen's power rose, not soft and gradual as sometimes, but with a ferocity that took her by surprise....she reached for the stone without thought, the stone that hung suspended around her neck ....her own golden power flooded into it, and then it began to scintillate, with a red stabbing light that radiated over the quiet glade like daggers made of blood... ....and a cry tore into the air, in the language of the Tuatha Dé Danann, in the voice of magick that the Sidhe knew so well how to use......it hissed and clawed at the green monster, assaulting him, as she slipped around behind him, trying to find the Frost....was he ....hurt? was he dead? Another cry of blood lust ripped from her throat, and the ruby blazed up into a red whirlwind of light, riding on the wind she called, as indeed, she had no weapon save the ruby and the air....but those were mighty indeed... *Gooooooooo...* the voice hissed and the slender hand pointed........*Gooooo!* And the red light whirled , slamming the green horror back a few feet.....
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-=Forrest Sentinel=-
‡‡SKAAR‡‡
=Barbarian Ranger=
: says to ~°°Fëawen Táralóm °°:.... he looked to you as your power rose and you assaulted him with your magics....he was pushed back a few feet and he shook his head as he gathered himself and then he grinned and laughed with evil on the mind...he clutched the axe in and you saw something not seen before from an orc....he had power...from the axe he held, and the power exploded outward in a force blast that would knock you back and knock you down...this blast was powerful....really powerful......was as if Frost did his wind trick with you, but this not Frost......you see his eyes go red and the blood dripping from his mouth....the grin stayed upon his lip as he moved towards you.........
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†† Killing__Frost ††
: says to -=Forrest Sentinel=-:.... as the orc ran to you, Frost looked passed Fea and to the thing thre and he took his spear out and he parried the axe from hitting you.....he knew you could do it yourself but this was advanced training you were not ready for...Frost looked the beast in the eyes and it stopped for a moment but this beast was pure rage and strength.....it would not hold long....Frost pushes him back with the spear and then holds up his right hand and pointed his spear to the heavens....the ice storm came upon the orc and took him away as it has Frost on many occasions.....once the beast was gone he looked to you and he nodded to you......This was just a test Fea...had to gauge something within you. You'll need a weapon for sure. Magic alone will nae always work......he nods to you sagely......But you done good and held to your self against the beast. Proud of you, but it is not over. Understood?
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~°°Fëawen Táralóm °° ~
: says to †† Killing__Frost ††:.... ... The Sidhe picked herself up and rose to stand erect by your side as you spoke to her. The power of the Orc curled about in her mind....and the thoughts bespoke themselves, aloud, to your ears....*What kind of Orc was that? It had.....magick, Frost...strong it was, I felt it....* The silvery eyes, now the color of cold stone, glanced up to your blue ones, in a questioning....and yes, Frost, it is understood....this is not yet over. The Feawen still looked to you, eyes filled with respect, for you had handled the monster with dispatch...
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†† Killing__Frost ††
: says to ~°°Fëawen Táralóm °°:.... in this right now his eyes were blue instead of silver as normal.....he looked to you as you picked yourself up and he listened to what you said and he nodded to you...the form you took reminded him...of him and he liked it really and he would smile to you but the lesson always comes first...pleasantries later..........What did you note other the power it had? Was there something else that stood out to you?.......he looked to you and he folded his arms over his chest as he waited for you to speak..........
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~°°Fëawen Táralóm °° ~
: says to †† Killing__Frost ††:.... The Sidhe stood there, chin high, silver eyes still filled with a cold fire, a fire that blazed up and became brilliant with a flash of heat as she thought on it....Slowly . Feawen began to speak in answer......*Well...aside from that it had a magick, Frost...when it first came at me, it saw me as food....but after it knocked me down, it....it.....* she hesitated for the space of a heartbeat......*It seemed to have evil on its mind....two thoughts come....one, it wanted to have at me.....and two, it noticed that I looked like you, and maybe it had thoughts of hostage taking....and three? * The Feawen's eyes met yours, flashing fire.......*In any case at all, I would have done him mortal damage before ever he touched me...*... her voice hissed over the glade, filling it with the sound of her rage as she spoke these words to you....
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†† Killing__Frost ††
: says to ~°°Fëawen Táralóm °°:.... he looked to you and he listened and he heard the rage from within...while he was always annoyed and angry at something, he never took it to battle.....it might start one but leaves when it is upon us...he looked to you and he touched your shoulder and he nods.....Leave the anger behind....it will nae serve you in this....you must focus Feawen. What I wanted you to note that......it was alone. Orcs hunt in packs. Alone means more dangerous than you'll ever know. Like me. I hunt alone because I nae need anyone at the moment......he nods to you and removes his hand from you.......Another thing is I brought him here. I needed to gauge you as I said.....he unfolds his arms.....You did well tonight. The caves will be next.
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~°°Fëawen Táralóm °° ~
: says to †† Killing__Frost ††:.... Feawen had calmed as your touch brought her back, the rage dissipating as it was not her way to be so angry......but the hatred of Orcs was in her blood, it ran through her veins, they were the as poison to her people....and she had never faced one so closely before.....Heaving a deep breath, the Sidhe looked up as you took the hand away, and something flickered under the cold gray of her eyes,, ...but she pushed it away, then pondered your words for a few moments...*Why then, are they more dangerous alone, Frost? This, I do not understand....And...the caves? The Orc caves? * Again the eyes glittered, this time with the splints and shards of power, a gold beneath the gray...
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†† Killing__Frost ††
: says to ~°°Fëawen Táralóm °°:.... THey have what thier brethern do not. Fey blood......he looked to you and he let that sink into you.....These are bred to hunt and kill fey....he was young but powerful...I stopped him a while ago and wanted to see what you could do with him. Alone these things are more dangerous and ferocious that others. They nae know how to deal with the blood of the fey in them. You will learn more as we go on Fea. I have confidence in you. Do not make me think wrong in that. Keep it up and never faulter......he walks and he vanishes thru the glade hedge and he was gone.......
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~°°Fëawen Táralóm °° ~
: says to †† Killing__Frost ††:.... the Feawen stands stock still, as if rooted to the spot, no sign of surprise permitted to show, save perhaps the tiniest glimmer of it , in her eyes....*Fey blood.....eh? Who had done that, she wondered.....It might explain some of the happenings around the forest, here and there... terrible things of late...*....The Sidhe straightened herself even more, as if that were possible, and thought silently that the trip to the caves might prove to be the biggest challenge of her life.......she watched as Frost glided into the hedge and vanished, and remained there in the glade for a bit, the delicate nose wrinkling as the scent of Orc blood, spilled on the Annwfn soil, reached it...
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--== Glade in The Hedge ==--
: says to ~°°Fëawen Táralóm °°:.... he looked to you as he stepped out from the veil of ice and snow and he looked to you and he had his weapons with him and he nods to you......Feawen............it is time...........
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~°°Fëawen Táralóm °° ~
: says to †† Killing__Frost ††:.... The Feawen nodded....you had the look of weapons about you, and yes, it was time...and so the Sidhe moves towards you, ready for anything, gliding in that way peculiar to the Sidhe, learned at her mother's knee, barely seeming to move but covering the ground at a rapid clip...*Aye, Frost...* she reached out to brush a slender hand over your arm, just for a moment...*....* I'm ready*
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†† Killing__Frost ††
--== StoryTelling ==--
~ Is weaving tales and wonders ~
: says to ~°°Fëawen Táralóm °°:.... he looked back to you and he grins wickedly....you have seen this expression on the Unseelie when they were about to do something to you...he turns and he nods with his back to you and he walked his Warrior's walk...masculine and graceful.....his hair seem to bounce with each movement and as he reached the edge of the glade a hand reached out and it grabbed him pulling him thru and vanishing from you sight....there was not another sound other than the ones you made if any...but Frost was gone......
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~°°Fëawen Táralóm °° ~
: says to †† Killing__Frost ††:.... The Feawen watched as Frost turned and moved away, watching skeptically, for she knew the Warrior more than most, although not all did she know, of a certainty.....and then...and then! A hand reached out, snatching him out of the glade and the Frost was gone......vanished from sight, not a shadow, not a single noise to reveal to the Sidhe where he had gone, or what had happened... Feawen choked back the sound of surprise that wanted to shriek into the air, choked it back with a hand of steel, indeed not even the sound of her sharply drawn breath escaped her, for that would have meant that she had no faith in the Unseelie one's abilities...and so, she stood there, sound changed to motion as a quiver wracked over the slender frame...a quiver, aye...but silent, and she watched teh place where he had been, silvery eyes glittering like steel and stone...
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-=Forrest Sentinel=-
‡‡SKAAR‡‡
=Barbarian Ranger=
Orc, enters silently
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~°°Fëawen Táralóm °° ~
: says to †† Killing__Frost ††:.... As the Orc, greener and uglier than most of his kind, even, stepped out of the forest and into the glade.....THEIR glade, the Feawen's power rose, not soft and gradual as sometimes, but with a ferocity that took her by surprise....she reached for the stone without thought, the stone that hung suspended around her neck ....her own golden power flooded into it, and then it began to scintillate, with a red stabbing light that radiated over the quiet glade like daggers made of blood... ....and a cry tore into the air, in the language of the Tuatha Dé Danann, in the voice of magick that the Sidhe knew so well how to use......it hissed and clawed at the green monster, assaulting him, as she slipped around behind him, trying to find the Frost....was he ....hurt? was he dead? Another cry of blood lust ripped from her throat, and the ruby blazed up into a red whirlwind of light, riding on the wind she called, as indeed, she had no weapon save the ruby and the air....but those were mighty indeed... *Gooooooooo...* the voice hissed and the slender hand pointed........*Gooooo!* And the red light whirled , slamming the green horror back a few feet.....
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-=Forrest Sentinel=-
‡‡SKAAR‡‡
=Barbarian Ranger=
: says to ~°°Fëawen Táralóm °°:.... he looked to you as your power rose and you assaulted him with your magics....he was pushed back a few feet and he shook his head as he gathered himself and then he grinned and laughed with evil on the mind...he clutched the axe in and you saw something not seen before from an orc....he had power...from the axe he held, and the power exploded outward in a force blast that would knock you back and knock you down...this blast was powerful....really powerful......was as if Frost did his wind trick with you, but this not Frost......you see his eyes go red and the blood dripping from his mouth....the grin stayed upon his lip as he moved towards you.........
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†† Killing__Frost ††
: says to -=Forrest Sentinel=-:.... as the orc ran to you, Frost looked passed Fea and to the thing thre and he took his spear out and he parried the axe from hitting you.....he knew you could do it yourself but this was advanced training you were not ready for...Frost looked the beast in the eyes and it stopped for a moment but this beast was pure rage and strength.....it would not hold long....Frost pushes him back with the spear and then holds up his right hand and pointed his spear to the heavens....the ice storm came upon the orc and took him away as it has Frost on many occasions.....once the beast was gone he looked to you and he nodded to you......This was just a test Fea...had to gauge something within you. You'll need a weapon for sure. Magic alone will nae always work......he nods to you sagely......But you done good and held to your self against the beast. Proud of you, but it is not over. Understood?
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~°°Fëawen Táralóm °° ~
: says to †† Killing__Frost ††:.... ... The Sidhe picked herself up and rose to stand erect by your side as you spoke to her. The power of the Orc curled about in her mind....and the thoughts bespoke themselves, aloud, to your ears....*What kind of Orc was that? It had.....magick, Frost...strong it was, I felt it....* The silvery eyes, now the color of cold stone, glanced up to your blue ones, in a questioning....and yes, Frost, it is understood....this is not yet over. The Feawen still looked to you, eyes filled with respect, for you had handled the monster with dispatch...
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†† Killing__Frost ††
: says to ~°°Fëawen Táralóm °°:.... in this right now his eyes were blue instead of silver as normal.....he looked to you as you picked yourself up and he listened to what you said and he nodded to you...the form you took reminded him...of him and he liked it really and he would smile to you but the lesson always comes first...pleasantries later..........What did you note other the power it had? Was there something else that stood out to you?.......he looked to you and he folded his arms over his chest as he waited for you to speak..........
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~°°Fëawen Táralóm °° ~
: says to †† Killing__Frost ††:.... The Sidhe stood there, chin high, silver eyes still filled with a cold fire, a fire that blazed up and became brilliant with a flash of heat as she thought on it....Slowly . Feawen began to speak in answer......*Well...aside from that it had a magick, Frost...when it first came at me, it saw me as food....but after it knocked me down, it....it.....* she hesitated for the space of a heartbeat......*It seemed to have evil on its mind....two thoughts come....one, it wanted to have at me.....and two, it noticed that I looked like you, and maybe it had thoughts of hostage taking....and three? * The Feawen's eyes met yours, flashing fire.......*In any case at all, I would have done him mortal damage before ever he touched me...*... her voice hissed over the glade, filling it with the sound of her rage as she spoke these words to you....
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†† Killing__Frost ††
: says to ~°°Fëawen Táralóm °°:.... he looked to you and he listened and he heard the rage from within...while he was always annoyed and angry at something, he never took it to battle.....it might start one but leaves when it is upon us...he looked to you and he touched your shoulder and he nods.....Leave the anger behind....it will nae serve you in this....you must focus Feawen. What I wanted you to note that......it was alone. Orcs hunt in packs. Alone means more dangerous than you'll ever know. Like me. I hunt alone because I nae need anyone at the moment......he nods to you and removes his hand from you.......Another thing is I brought him here. I needed to gauge you as I said.....he unfolds his arms.....You did well tonight. The caves will be next.
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~°°Fëawen Táralóm °° ~
: says to †† Killing__Frost ††:.... Feawen had calmed as your touch brought her back, the rage dissipating as it was not her way to be so angry......but the hatred of Orcs was in her blood, it ran through her veins, they were the as poison to her people....and she had never faced one so closely before.....Heaving a deep breath, the Sidhe looked up as you took the hand away, and something flickered under the cold gray of her eyes,, ...but she pushed it away, then pondered your words for a few moments...*Why then, are they more dangerous alone, Frost? This, I do not understand....And...the caves? The Orc caves? * Again the eyes glittered, this time with the splints and shards of power, a gold beneath the gray...
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†† Killing__Frost ††
: says to ~°°Fëawen Táralóm °°:.... THey have what thier brethern do not. Fey blood......he looked to you and he let that sink into you.....These are bred to hunt and kill fey....he was young but powerful...I stopped him a while ago and wanted to see what you could do with him. Alone these things are more dangerous and ferocious that others. They nae know how to deal with the blood of the fey in them. You will learn more as we go on Fea. I have confidence in you. Do not make me think wrong in that. Keep it up and never faulter......he walks and he vanishes thru the glade hedge and he was gone.......
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~°°Fëawen Táralóm °° ~
: says to †† Killing__Frost ††:.... the Feawen stands stock still, as if rooted to the spot, no sign of surprise permitted to show, save perhaps the tiniest glimmer of it , in her eyes....*Fey blood.....eh? Who had done that, she wondered.....It might explain some of the happenings around the forest, here and there... terrible things of late...*....The Sidhe straightened herself even more, as if that were possible, and thought silently that the trip to the caves might prove to be the biggest challenge of her life.......she watched as Frost glided into the hedge and vanished, and remained there in the glade for a bit, the delicate nose wrinkling as the scent of Orc blood, spilled on the Annwfn soil, reached it...
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To be continued: