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Post by Darlena O'seth on Nov 28, 2004 18:54:18 GMT -5
Darlena had finally returned to Freeport. She returned the horse to the coachman and put the hood from the cloak she wore on her head. Something didn't feel right about the city not that it was a normal affair for it. It was like she was being watched. Her thoughts was troubled by Slyfoots disapproval of the death of Kyrinn in oggok. As she moved though the city she could see that their was a fight. She hoped that she would not see Elindar amonst the injured, even though it didn't make sense to care for a Dal. As she come past one of the inn she notices to teir'dal bodies, apon closer examination the gypsy brands of the were-hunter was noticed.Then she could hear a familiar voice from within the Inn.She goes inside and see a human female and ... Phelan.
" Looks like you have been a busy man Phelan." Removing her hood from her head. " Those are hunters out there did you kill them? "
Puzzled by his look of worry on his face. "Whats wrong... why are you looking at me like that?"
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Post by Phelan on Nov 29, 2004 2:11:54 GMT -5
Phelan whipped his head toward the familar voice to see Darlena entering the doorway. Phelan's face must have drained a bit of its color, because Darlena was asking him what is wrong.
"You're here? This isn't good, there is much trouble brewing here in Freeport and it revolves around you. " Phelan said.
" Kal and I was approached by a tier dal, she called herself Lady Nikki, she was seeking you. And now Wilkens Mother's house has been occupied by her goons along with her mother. " Phelan said gravely.
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Post by Darlena O'seth on Nov 29, 2004 8:22:00 GMT -5
" Shes here!! How could she have known.... I left her in Dark solace..... This is all my fualt Phelan. "
Darlena comes fully inside and stops short of the two, looking around briefly she again addressed Phelan.
" Where is that girl you was with Kalysta? Did they get her...?
Wilkens steps between the two Teir'dal and stares Darlena down.
" You said this is your fualt what did you mean?"
" Fair enough on my way to oggok I enountered her when I was departing the bertoxxulous shadow I herd of her travels to the place and foolishly sought to catch a glimpse of her..."
Wilkens interupts her. " I YOU KNEW IT WOULD BE FOOLISH TO LOOK APON HER WHY DO IT."
Darlena pushed past the young warrior and continued. " I did so because unlike you I never really got the chance to know my mother... let alone see her since my toddler years."
The room fell silent breifly until Phelan spoke. " You mean that priestest is your mother.."
" Yes ... that she is. She has no memory of me or her time in neriak thanks to a spell placed on her. She almost slayed me at our last encounter."
" Thats well and good, but why does that concern my mother? "
" I don't know wilkens.... the hunters sometime take extreme actions just to kill those afflicted of lycanthropsy."
" I can see that your mother tried to bribe me into telling her where you was... I refused."
" Thats good to hear ..... but you never answered my question where is Kalysta and for that matter Slyfoot she told me she was hear attending to some bussiness."
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Post by Phelan on Nov 29, 2004 10:05:53 GMT -5
"Kalysta just went upstairs. Now Slyfoot, she hasn't been heard from she was to meet us here, but she hasn't shown up yet. This is becoming one big mess and I think all of us will be needed to clear it up. "
Phelan said looking from Darlena to Wilkens and then back to Darlena again. Then he spoke again.
" I was just stressing the fact that we need to get to Wilkens mother soon, it has been far to long, our chances of accomplishing this task diminsh with each passing moment. "
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Post by Slyfoot M'Zors on Nov 29, 2004 19:10:46 GMT -5
The first thing Keyra felt was the shackles that bound her hands to a solid surface of rock. As she became more aware of her surroundings she found that she was chained fast to a cave wall, both her wrists and ankles bound.
When she raised her head, her eyes met the red eyes of the Kinslayer glaring coolly back at her.
“Ah, Slyfoot. We meet at last.”
Sly merely gazes on, gaining inward pleasure as the young girl becomes aware of her situation. Powerless.
“I don't know what you did to me, but you better let me go.”<br>
Slyfoot smiles wickedly at the girl’s brave but pathetic words. She can see the defiance in the girl’s eyes flare as she realises her weapons are gone.
“Where are my weapons?”<br>
“I’ll be asking the questions whelp.” Slyfoot spits.
“Whelp…I’ll show you whelp….LET ME GO!!” Keyra jerks against the unmoving bonds that hold her fast to the wall.
“Oh really?” Slyfoot scoffs. “Now we will start out with the easy questions and work up. You cooperate, and I wont hurt you much.”<br>
Keyra gulps and glares, “ You won’t hurt me at all.”<br>
Slyfoot’s red burning eyes flash back at her menacingly. Meeting her gaze, Keyra grist her teeth and frowns back at her, trying to put up a hard front. Slightly amused, Sly calmly goes over to the small fire burning at the edge of the cave and pulls out one of her daggers, now glowing a yellowish orange from the heat.
“What do you think your doing?” Keyra asks defiantly.
Sly turns and looks at her, then looks at her dagger suggestively, eyes Keyra over, then places the dagger back in the fire. “I said, I’ll be asking the questions.”<br>
“Your making a big mistake here….you have no idea who you’re messing with.”<br>
“Well then I intend to find out. First. What is your name?”<br>
“I will not be questioned by you.” Keyra spits.
Sly smirks at her, turning back to the fire and removing the dagger. She walks up to Keyra and waves it in front of her face, the metal’s hot waves of heat playing against her skin.
“Lets try again. What is your name.”<br>
“….Keyra Windleaf. Now more that thing away from my face.”<br>
Sly’s somewhat meanacing gaze turns hard. “You had best be glad you didn’t like to me. Now, tell me, what have you done to Renee? And Don’t mess with my patience girl.” Sly’s voice is becoming more harsh and direct.
“Renee? Who in Norrath is that?”<br>
“The one in the house you were looking for me in. An elderly human.”<br>
“Oh, that old bat. She is there.”<br>
“Is she hurt?”<br>
“Why don’t you see for yourself”<br>
Sly presses the metal to Keyra’s bare arm, but removes it quickly. Keyra screams out.
“I said don’t mess with me girl!” Slyfoot’s voice is harsh and cruel, but she is completely in control.
“Don’t do that again.” Keyra snaps.
“Don’t fool with me again. Now answer!” Sly orders, chillingly cool and calm, but pressing.
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Post by Slyfoot M'Zors on Nov 29, 2004 22:21:00 GMT -5
“She’s a tuff old bird, I’ll give her that. I knocked her around a bit.”<br>
“A bit?”<br>
“Release me and I’ll show you what I did.”<br>
Slyfoot back hands her across the face, bloodying her lip. Keyra grins back evily, “ I will kill you and that old bad.”<br>
Sly presses the scorching dagger against her white skin, holding it there as she screams. “ I KNOCKED HER TO THE FLOOR!”<br>
Slyfoot removes the blade as keyra whispers. “Struck her midsection as well….”<br>
“Anything else?”<br>
“Release me…”
“ You press me girl!”
Slyfoot moves to burn her again, but Keyra quickly replies, “ shoved her aside and stepped on her hand.”<br>
“Is that all?”<br>
Keyra glares at Sly, who returns her glare cooly, her red eyes glowing.
“Well, since you are having such a hard time answering me, maybe your face needs a little sitimlation?” Sly holds the dagger near her cheek.
“Don’t you touch me.”<br>
Slyfoot places the tip of the burning metal lightly on her cheek. Keyra attemps to jerk away tears as they well up in her eyes, as Slyfoot presses more and more of the blade to her cheek.
“Enough!” Keyra choaks, “I did nothing more.”<br>
Slyfoot removes the dagger and places it back in the fire. “ So no more harm has come to her?”<br>
“I can’t answer for my colleagues. She was tied up when I departed.”<br>
“Very well” Slyfoot says gently, almost kindly.
“My mentor and the other hunters will seek me out.”<br>
“ Ididn’t ask tha tnow did I?” Slyfoot turns and faces her from the fire. “Tell me, do they seek a corpse?”<br>
Keyra face blanches as she is shocked by Sly’s words.
“Now, who do you work for?”<br>
“ I am a were-hunter and we seek you and your friend. Now let me go.”<br>
“Why do you seek me? I am no lycanthrope.”<br>
“No, but you harbor one. A red headed teir’dal such as yourself. You also know of more lycanthropes.”<br>
“I’ll ask again, who do you work for?”<br>
“Not your concern.”<br>
Slyfoot turns quickly to face keyra as she feels a dagger sink into her shoulder. She screams again.
“ I WORK FOR THE HUNTERS!”<br>
“Who?”<br>
“You will meet her.”<br>
Slyfoot walks up and holds the handle of the thrown dagger ready to twist it. “I will ask one more time. Who?”<br>
Keyra gulps, “Lady Nikkii….”<br>
Slyfoot holds the dagger fast, keeping it still. “Where does she reside?”<br>
“Why? If you seek her, you seek death.”<br>
Slyfoot twists the dagger slightly, making Keyra scream out, “ THE OASIS OF MARR!”<br>
She continues to twist the dagger. “Now quit messing with me girl! I am growing tired of you smart remarks.”<br>
Sly releases the dagger and turns away.
“This is the home of the were hunters”<br>
“And where do you live?” Sly asks walking towards her pouch.
“With her…”
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Post by Slyfoot M'Zors on Dec 2, 2004 12:09:19 GMT -5
Sly digs in her sack and pulls out the bottle of clear liquid she bough earlier that day and then walks back to Keyra.
“Do you know what this is?”<br>
“No, what is it?”<br>
“They call it acid. Do you know what acid does?”<br>
“No, please…..I’ll tell you anything..please..”<br>
Slyfoot looks coldly at the elf, and holds the clear bottle down at her side.
“Tell me of the other Lycanthropes you seek.”<br>
“The red headed one called Loveless, and Jwiz.”<br>
“And who are the three that are in Renee’s house?”<br>
“The troll brothers Judoo and Jumoo, and Strife, the barbarian.”<br>
“Is there anyway you can have them removed from that house immediately?”<br>
“Why?”<br>
Sly glances down at her bottle, causing Keyra to panic, “If I was in danger…..”<br>
Sly nods, then takes out a small piece of parchment and a quill from her sack. She places the quill in Keyra’s chained hand.
“Write a distress letter to them.”<br>
Keyra smirks, “Free my hands..”<br>
Sly takes another of her daggers and presses the blade against Keyra’s wrist almost to the point of slicing through the skin and severing her hand. “Gladly.”<br>
Keyra panics again.
“Now write it!”<br>
“FINE!”
Sly looks sharply into the elf girls eyes, warning her she is testing ground that she best not.
“Give me the paper.”<br>
Slyfoot holds the paper up to her hand. “And you had better hope they come, or else you are out of luck.”<br>
“Ill get you…you devil…”
Sly, getting rather annoyed at all the stalling, places the parchment down and opens her bottle of acid. “Fine, then I no longer have any use for you.”<br>
“No wait….”<br>
Slyfoot raises a questioning eyebrow.
“I’ll write it…”
“ I am warning you” Sly holds the parchment to Keyra’s quill in one hand, and the open bottle of acid at her neck with the other.
“There, its done.”
Sly backs away and glances over the parchment…Gypsy code at the bottom: Do not worry about me, kill this blue haired Teir’dal, Slyfoot.Slyfoot places the bottle at her neck again.
“You take me for a fool?”<br>
“What? I did as you asked.”<br>
“Really? Then like I said, I have no more use for you.”<br>
“If you harm me any further rest assured that more hunters will seek vengeance on you.”<br>
“And if you cooperate I will not harm you!
“ You speak as though I have done nothing.”<br>
Sly tips a single drop of acid down Keyra’s neck. She screams as her flesh burns, and cries openly.
“STOP! PLEASE STOP!”<br>
“You stop! I will have no more of your games girl!”<br>
“I HAVE PLAYED NO GAMES!”<br>
“ Your code fool!”<br>
Keyra is astonished that Sly was able to decipher it.
“It was to verify it was me…”
Sly takes her canteen and washes off the acid. Keyra continues to sob, “Are you done here? Please release me.”
Sly rips Gypsy code off the bottom of the letter, throws it in the fire, then tucks the remaining letter into her robes. Slyfoot grasps the girls cheeks and holds her eyes level with hers. “You just remember that if they do no leave immediately, and if any harm comes to Renee, or any of the others you mentioned, then I will personally see to your death. “<br>
“I swear you will not see me again.”<br>
“For your sake you had better hope I don’t”<br>
Sly yanks her dagger out of Keyra’s shoulder then spins and punches her square in the stomach, knocking her out. “That was for Renee….” Sly says quietly.
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Post by Slyfoot M'Zors on Dec 2, 2004 15:02:36 GMT -5
After looking sorrowfully at the limp girl, Slyfoot places gloves upon her hands, unchains her, and lays her gently on the ground.
She whispers in her ear, “ I am sorry, poor girl…..”<br>
She places some food and water near her on the ground, and re-stokes the fire, making tiny flecks of phosphorescent orange spark into the air. Gently tucking the note she had Keyra prepare in her robes, she looks back one more time at the green-haired elf. “She is so young…..”<br>
Then she disappears like a whisper, stalking her way to Freeport, racing the rising sun. Her invisible form creeps up to the door of her home, silent…..no wait…snoring…loud snoring….
She quickly eyes the house, looking for a way in…ah an open window….Agile as a cat, she hops in the small frame, and slinks to the ground…<br>
What a mess….soup everywhere…an empty pot..and…Trolls? Slyfoot eyes the sleeping monsters and tiptoes around them… Kore said there were three…..I only see two..and where is my mother?
Making her way all about the house, she goes room to room..nothing…<br>
Up the stairs then, she goes into her room…trashed…a note? V’talin….that brat took my robe! Eerrrr…..why did she have to take the only thing I have left from Bornus besides his last letter to me… She wrinkles her face in frustration, but then turns to her first matter of business. Where is Renee?
Sly makes it through all but one room, her mother’s room. She slowly opens the door uncreeking.
Gasp……
Sly couldn’t help the choak of air that she grabbed as she caught sight of her mother’s limp body laying in the corner. She rushes over and holds the cold being, the body like a slinky in her hands, the neck rolling lifelessly.
“V’talin…..what have they done……” She whispers the warm tears coming to her eyes. She kneels holding the woman’s frail body close, her tears wetting Renee’s robes. “Why did they ……..why……” Slyfoot sobs silently. “I’ll be back mother….dear mother…”
Slyfoot lays the corpse softly on the floor, and unsheathes two of her daggers, eyes turning a hot red. “Murderers….”<br>
In a deathly stealth, Slyfoot makes her way back down the stairs and into the kitchen. She places the raw blade at the precious blood line of the larger troll’s necks. Smooth as glace she slits it, whipping her gloved hand over the beast’s mouth to muffle the gurgle as his life streams down his front. Sly spits in disgust as the dying body eases deeper into the chair. She walks around in front of the second troll, and waves her hand, appearing in front of him.
“You had no reason to do that….filthy scum..its me you wanted…so now your going to get me!” Slyfoot plunges the dagger into the troll’s heart, and then pulls it free as the great being gasps awake. But Slyfoot doesn’t stop there, she plunges the dagger in again, and again, and again, one in each hand, over and over, blood spraying everywhere. Hot tears stream down her face as she finally tires. The troll’s body is a sick pulp, as she stairs on, sticky with warm blood coagulating in her hair and all over her body. She puts away the red daggers, with red hands, and goes up the stairs leaving red prints. She picks up the limp body of her mother and mumbles, disappearing once again, and makes her way out the back, down the ally ways and into the dessert.
She walks on and on, tears gently making small streams through the drying blood. Once far out in the dessert, Slyfoot sets the corpse on the hot sand, and reappears. Stroking the gray hair out of her mother’s face tenderly she coons, “ Mother….I am so sorry. Please forgive me, for I have brought this on you. You know you were my only true mother, and I have been the worst daughter imaginable, for I have lead to your death. I love you….please…please forgive me..” Slyfoot kisses the cheek of the cold woman, and buries her in the sand near a tall, three pronged cactus, that was missing half of one of it’s arms. She kneels, blood crusted, in the hot breeze and lets the sun drink her tears as she gazes out over the yellowbrown dunes.
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Post by Darlena O'seth on Dec 2, 2004 18:23:09 GMT -5
"How long have they had her.. Slyfoot never bothered to introduce me to her. What I dont understand is how she got involved in this. This is all because of me so I will set things right, take me to the house I will fight them and if I lose then it will be over with... but I believe I can take them if you help me."
Darlena walks to the staircase and looks up it, then heads back to the entrance.
" You two comming or not?"
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Post by Phelan on Dec 2, 2004 18:38:22 GMT -5
Phelan looked back to Darlena and looked her right in the eye. Phelan suddenly looks like a predator even in just a plain white shirt and black pants and boots, without armor he still seems a very formidble fighter.
" I am definately with you, but I wont speak for anyone else, you can talk to Kalysta if you wish, as I said she is upstairs, otherwise let us take our leave. "
Phelan readjusts his blades, tightens his sword belt and reties his boots. He smiles at Darlena awaiting her move.
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Post by Darlena O'seth on Dec 2, 2004 20:09:07 GMT -5
" Ever the fighter aren't you?" She said smiling as she walked out the door. Wilkens Didn't feel comfortable with the thought of another stranger into her mother's doorstep especially this one.
" Wait for me I know a safer way." Wilkens said. Besides I have a few questions for you.
" Ok but let us hurry then."
The three take alot of the back alleys being led by Wilkens, she suddenly stops then turns to face Darlena.
" Whats your deal you appear no different than any other Teir'dal woman I've seen aside from the red hair."
Darlena looks at her with a bit of of hostility then looks toward Phelan.
" Well I am.... "
" Yes I guess you would be with were- hunters persuing you. "
" So you believe I am one of the lycanthropes don't you? "
" I really don't care right now its something that can wait till my mother is safe."
" Well I'm glad you ladies can get along..."
They both look at Phelan then head toward the house.
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Post by Phelan on Dec 2, 2004 20:21:11 GMT -5
Phelan shrugged and chuckled as he turned to follow the two women. He found thier tension quite humorous, too bad that they didnt' see it.
I was only trying to ease the tension. he thought to himself
" Hey Darlena.....You ever think that there may be someone watching the house for you to show up? If so this may just incite more pursuit....Just an observation, or thought which ever you please. Either way if you would like help I am at your service. "
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Post by Darlena O'seth on Dec 2, 2004 20:50:00 GMT -5
" Good point but I can handle my self dear. I can see you carry your swords like a Dal ranger why is that? And what still bothers me is your still attached to Kalysta even though she treid to kill you."
The group neared the house and yet there was no real sense of danger.
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Post by Slyfoot M'Zors on Dec 2, 2004 20:51:02 GMT -5
The sun had traveled most of its course while Sly sat, completely unaware of everything about her. Blinking, “….I…..I …” ..Sigh…….She went to wipe the sand sticking to where it had meddled with her tears and crusted, and her skin felt rough…blood… “V’talin…I should clean up….” Sly final rose from her kneeling position and left the grave without looking back. She made her way stoically to the shore and waded into the water. The water darkened like a black rose around her as she bathed away the day’s gore.
“I need some ale…how am I going to tell Wilkens….”<br>
Sly crawled out of the ocean and headed, soaking wet back towards the city. Using the back allies, she worked her way towards the back entrance to the tavern, where she could get an ale and no one would see her. Great…she heard voices..wait…Wilkens? Dar? And….Phelan?
Slyfoot looked up at her good friends…how am I going to deal with this….
“Sister, what on earth have you been doing? Your soaking wet.”<br>
“Look….just…” Sly runs her hands through her wet hair, trying to gather her thoughts.
Darlena asks inclining her head, “Sly, what’s wrong?”<br>
Phelan stood back, watching from a little distance.
“Wilkens….all of you…..just…get out of Freeport, now..I’ll explain later. Just go…”
“But Sis, mother’s in trouble, we are going to save her.”<br>
Slyfoot masked nausea and sorrow that flooded into her conscious. “ I….I’ve taken care of it…..”
“What? All by yourself. Bah..” Wilkens huffed.
“Look, you have trusted me up to this point, trust me now. Just get out of town, I’ll contact you later. Go, and don’t be seen.” Sly said preparing to mask them all in invisibility.
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Post by Darlena O'seth on Dec 2, 2004 21:21:16 GMT -5
" Well Sly this doesn't make any sense ... why? "
"GO !!! There is not much time."
" Sis.. something is wrong here why are you rushing us?"
Slyfoot begins to chant her spell of invisiblity
" There is the Gnome observatory in tethelin, they are far out of the hunters influence."
" Very well dar.. lead everyone there please."
" Wait Kalysta is still waiting for us to return."
" And Sly you you go with us."
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