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Post by Autumn's Nightmare on Mar 13, 2009 16:17:35 GMT -5
((I can't give a full reply right now, but Garis is coming back, right? I'll do one tomorrow, CDE's are tomorow, so...I gots work to do))
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Post by Shu'al Raethir on Mar 13, 2009 22:40:57 GMT -5
After Minna's outburst, Marrok blinked in response to Garis, then went to his own room, sitting cross-legged on it and playing his guitar softly. Ithorec in the meantime glided out the window and went on the hunt, following Minna's ride for a while before veering off into the quieter plains to catch mice.
Hours passed, and Marrok remained steadfast in his room, playing his guitar and singing softly to himself. As activity picked up outside his room, the bard realized that the troops must be assembling. Tossing on his cloak, Marrok left his room and wandered out to the courtyard where the troops were gathering, watching with mild interest which barely disguised his dislike. He pulled his cloak tight glancing up as Ithorec swooped down and landed on his shoulder. "Oof, must've been good hunting, then, eh?" Marrok said, glancing slyly at the falcon. The pair walked over to the edge of everything to watch the proceedings.
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Post by Itsaki on Mar 14, 2009 18:55:44 GMT -5
Garis rode through the trees, finding the path that marked the way from the castle to the plains. This path did not lead to the main road that led to the city, but rather to the great plains that led off to the distant mountains. Garis rode his stallion hard and fast, the old war horse enjoying the wind that shot past his mane, neighing with the speed he once relished each day. His massive hoofs clomped hard upon the ground, and Garis sat back, letting the horse run, feeling the wind on his face. The horse knew where to take him. It was about twenty minutes later when the horse arrived at the hills, the low, rounded landscape that was the only landmark in the flat plains until the mountains. His horse slowed until it reached the top of the tallest hill, then stopped. Below, in the large basin that was created by the surrounding hills, was a cemetery of sorts. Banners and flags marked the spots where the dead had sank into the ground, out of sight and memory. Garis dismounted, letting his horse wander off and graze the tall grass. He waved his hand through flags, over the hilts of swords and the handles of axes and lances. It was here, nineteen years ago, that his friend had fallen into battle. He did not always see when Bernt had become a bloodthirsty murderer. He tended to overlook those aspects of him, because they were friends. He just knew that the man liked war, liked to fight. He just figured that it was because he liked the thrill of battle, like himself. Most of the time. Around Garis, old images floated like ghosts on the mist, faded pictures of men, too young to fight, in armor too large for them, running with swords and lances and maces, killing each other for a purpose entirely unknown to them. Horses and mounted men running and shouted, their axes coming down hard, blood showering the field. Even now, the grass was still tinted red from the battle, even if it might have been just an illusion. Garis could even feel the impact on his shoulder from a sword, the blood that showered his face as he cleaved open a man's face with his sword. His flashback was broken when his horse gave a warning neigh from the top of the hill. Garis ran up to him, only to see a line of cavalry, about eight men wide, three men deep, galloping towards them. "Shit." Garis cursed as he quickly leapt onto his horse's back. He didn't need to nudge him to get the stallion running in the opposite direction. The horse ran fast, but another party came around the bend of a hill in front of them, causing them to turn right, towards the forest, but only to see another group coming at them from the trees. His stallion spun in panic as the three groups converged upon them. They quickly made a circle as Garis drew his blade. "So noble." The lead knight said, and as he removed his helmet, Garis recognized him as Sir Aston, one of the king's dirty right hand men. "You are prepared to risk your life to fight against eighty men all by your lonesome? Don't be so brash." "I have nothing much to lose." "That must mean the poor girl has found out about her O so noble father?" "Silence, wretch, before I kill you where you stand." "And become a porcupine yourself. Now, as I said, don't be so brash. Put away your sword and come with us, and we won't harm the girl." "Before or after you rape her and beat her?" Garis spat. "Just like her mother." "Ah ah." Aston's nasaly voice and high pitch were starting to get annoying. "The brat's mother was in the wrong place at the right time." Garis thought. About now, Minna would be speaking to the soldiers. "And what if I just kill you now, be killed, and the rest of these men go home happily?" "I'm afraid I can't allow that." "I'm afraid you have no choice." Garis replied. "Oh?" And Garis suddenly saw black.
When his eyes opened, they saw naught but a stone floor. A sharp pain echoed through his skull, and he felt nauseas. He groaned. "Ah, o oo o ee ou aive." Came a muffled, distorted voice. "What?" Garis said as he began pushing himself back up. Everything became clear. "I said, it's so good to see you alive." came a young male voice. “Where am I?” Garis asked, his vision still distorted. “Castle Morin, where else?” said the voice. “Wait, Morin? I can’t be in Morin.” “Well, then, you are in a paradox.” Garis stood and blinked a few times. When his vision cleared, he could see that he was in his room in the castle. “Sir Jordan got worried, so he sent a scouting party. He figured you’d gone back to the old battlefield, and that’s where we found you, with a nasty bump.” Garis couldn’t believe it. Sir Aston had let him go without a scratch. He looked out the window to see that it was night. “Is Minna okay? How about Jordan? Is everything fine?” “Don’t worry, sir, everything’s just how you left it.” The man stood, walked from Garis’ room, and closed the door behind him. Garis went to the window, but found that it had four iron bars across it. Confused, he went to his door, but found it locked. He cursed, pounding on the door. It was then he realized that he had no armor, no sword. He had been fooled. He wasn’t in Morin, he was back at the Capital. He beat against the door. “God damn you! I will kill you, you fuck! I will have your fucking head!” Garis screamed, but simply ended up slumping on the floor against the door, crying, tears streaming down his face.
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Post by Autumn's Nightmare on Mar 15, 2009 17:39:20 GMT -5
Minna felt beyond guilty at what she had said and done. Ah well. For now, she had that speech to make, and then she would go and apologize to Garis. She found her way to the court yard. It was filled with men of all different sizes, shapes, and races. It sounded like a waved of voices until she walked, then it hushed. She carried herself tall and proud up to the stairs, leading to a balcony. She faced them; the mass of men fell more silent than the caress of death, they stood as stone, all their eyes on her. In the corner, she saw Kyard leaning up against the brick wall, his legs were crossed, his shirt was still off, and he looked so relaxed, almost comfortable. Luck him, she thought.
“Good eve fellow warriors.” What was she to say? Oh yes, that’s right. “I have asked for you to gather here so I may speak to you and let you know some plans. Before I do this, I need to speak about something; my father, Bernt. He was a man that more than likely fought beside you all. He was thought as a powerful, strong leader, but truth be told, he was a coward!” She fought hard not to burst into tears again. “He did not stay around to see me be born; he did not stay with my mother, he was afraid to fight the battle of family.” She looked around at all the men. They had not moved. “I may be Bernt’s daughter, but do not think of me as you did him. I am different, I hold myself to higher standards as well as keeping my morals. I am here to be Queen, to return the throne to the rightful heir. I am here to make things right.” She was silent for a moment. “I want you men to be brave, I want you all to fight with the power of a God, I want you to have no mercy in battle, but do hold yourself accountable for anything that does happen outside of war. If we are to raid a village, leave the woman and children. Kill only those that flock to you. I want you all to take this seriously, this is not a game. When on the field you risk your life more than you will know.” She thought again. Plans. What plans were there? Oh, she forgot that blasted scroll! “As for the plans, I am still working on them. I have not figured everything out. For now, this is all I have to say. Enjoy your dining and your stay here, thanks to Sir. Jordan. For now, God speed, and blessings.” She looked at Kyard, who chuckled, and then went inside to her room.
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Post by Itsaki on Mar 16, 2009 5:13:58 GMT -5
Sir Jordan clapped politely after Minna's speech. He had expected more, she seemed to powerful, he expected a longer speech, but ah well, she made a point. He could see that the men left with more morale and confidence than they came with. They were glad to have a new Queen, someone other thant the vile, corrupt man that sat on the current throne. But Sir Jordan was worried of Garis, hehad expected him to return for Minna's speech. Wherever had he ended up? "Jarrol!" He said as the man walked gracefully by. "I don't know where Garis is. Can you find him?" "Of course."
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Post by Autumn's Nightmare on Mar 16, 2009 15:47:29 GMT -5
Minna closed the doors behind her and leaned against it. Her eyes shut tightly as she sighed. That was the worst speech in history. She had planned out a much more, stronger, elaborate speech than what she gave. Now it was obvious why Garis had told her to rule through logic and not with emotion; it made a sucky leader. Where was Garis? She hadn't seen him. She needed to bust out. She walked down to the stables again and for some reason found herself some what upset that Kyard was not there. She mounted a strong looking mare (obviously built for speed) and led her out of the stall. She turned to grab the saddle and smiled. there was Kyard, holding it for her.
"Let me get that, M'lady." "Thank you, kind sir. Uhm...By chance, have you seen Garis?" "No, I found it odd he was not at your speech." He continued to get the horse ready. "Me too...I'm worried, we got into an argument and, well, I hit him." "He's a tough guy, I'm sure he'll be okay." "You don't know him like I do." "You're right, I don't, but he loves you as a daughter, he won't hold a grudge for too long." "I know, I jut worry, that's all."
Before Minna knew it, the horse was ready. "Queen Minna, if you want to have someone to ride with..." She could not help but laugh. "Come along Kyard. I could use some company." And with that, they went for a ride.
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Post by Itsaki on Mar 17, 2009 12:09:08 GMT -5
Jarrol sped through the trees, faster than he could on any horse. He grew up in the trees, climbing, swinging, playing, jumping. He felt at home up here. He ran along thick branches towards the edge of the forest, then climbed up a tall tree, looking out over the plains. He didn't like what he saw. He watched as the circle of soldiers broke, riding closer to the road in the forest. In the center of them, he saw a stretcher carrying a figure in red armor. Garis. Jarrol swore, following the troop through the forest. His feet were silent on the branches, and no noise was heard from below. It was easy to follow tha cavalry, they were slow through the forest. When the forest ended, Jarrol waited for them to pass by before dropping to the ground. Before him loomed the gates of the capital. He cursed again. He shimmied up the tree and sped back to Morin.
"Shit!" Jordan cursed. Jarrol stood before him, just as angry as he. They were in his office in the keep. "How long ago?" Jordan asked. "Not a half hour." "Have you told Minna?" "Not yet." Jordan sighed. "Run. She needs to know." Yes, sir." Jarrol sprinted from the room. But Minna was not to be found. He looked everywhere, but found that her horse was gone from the stable. Jarrol returned to Jordan, telling him. "She'll be back soon. For now, get to the castle. I want to know where he is and how he's doing." Jarrol nodded.
Garis fell asleep against the door. He had already looked the room over, but it was bare, save for the bed, and he couldn't break the door with it. But he was woken by a soft grunt, then another, followed by a yell, but it was muffled, then it stopped. Garis waited, but he heard no other sounds. It was still dark outside, except for the light of a torch. Then there was a soft tapping on the bars. Garis stood, seeing Jarrol's face appear. The silent man took a sort of saw for cutting through metal, made no doubt by one of the blacksmiths in Morin, and began cutting through the bars. He cut quickly, for the sound would soo attract attention. He simply cut the tops of the bars, and when he had all three cut, Garis grabbed onto two and heaved back, using his full weight. The two bars bent back and he did the same to the third. He heard a shout. Jarrol was gone. The sneaky bastard was already gone, and Garis didn't even realize. But beside the window, which was about a foot above the stone court of the inside walls, was Garis' sword and bow and his shoulder plates. The little sneak had stolen them back for him. He would have to owe Jarrol huge. He strapped the quiver to his waist, putting the bow inside. The sword, though, he kept out. An unsuspecting guard rounded the corner of the keep, and Garis had killed him before he knew. O, how he would have loved to enter the castle and kill everyone he found. No, he settled with the guards that repeatedly charged him, but it didn't take more than a single swing to kill. He made his way to the front, arrows qhizzed by him, and he blocked one with the huge girth of his sword. An arrows bounced off of his shoulder plate, and he ran quickly into the keep. A troop of spearmen had assembled in the front hall, a rank of archers behind them. The doors swiftly closed as Garis entered, the two heavily armored axemen standing behind Garis. Sir Aston stood on the stairs behind the line in front of Garis. "Welcome back, Garis." Aston said, but Garis already had his bow out, arrow nocked. He was tired of Sir Aston's crap. The archers instantly aimed at Garis. "Again, in a sticky situation." Aston said. Garis put his bow away, thinking up a battle strategy as he did. He drew his sword. Stepping sideways, then leaping straight back, Garis took hold of one of the axe men in an strong headlock, his muscles threatening to strangle the man. With the long hooks on his blade, he grabbed the other axeman, any movement would slit the man's throat. "Stand down!" Garis yelled. The archers were uneasy, but a motion from Aston and they all lowered their bows. Garis pulled back with his sword, decapitating the man, then, with a jerk of the arm, broke the axeman he held's neck. Leading with his shoulder, he ran forward, swinging the sword forward for momentum. He slid into a gap in the spearmens' lances, thrusting the tip of the sword into one, then swinging around and slicing many of them apart. They formed a circle around him, thrusting their spears, but he broke many, leaving them with useless sticks. They drew swords, a field Garis was more suited to.
When they were all dead, Aston ran. He knew he could not kill Garis. But after he went around out of sight behind the wall, there was a grunt, and Jarrol led Aston back into view, a long knife, two long knives, thrusted into Aston's body. Jarrol withdrew them, and Aston fell to the floor, dead.
"Good to see you, Garis." Jordan said. "I need to see Minna." he rplied.
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Post by Autumn's Nightmare on Mar 17, 2009 14:14:44 GMT -5
Minna rode for hours it seemed. They sky had turned to a navy swirl; hues of orange, pink, purple, and white were mixed together. She sat on her horse, her posture still upright, the horses were grazing as Kyard and her gazed at the sky. To be such a tiny star, to be not but a speck in the sky, yet be so admired and have such an impact on the beauty of the night sky. The breeze was gentle and warm, the grass danced across the open valley with the soft caress of the winds hand. Crickets were chirping and the loons were singing in the distance.
"We should be getting you back, Minna. You can't out run being the Queen for always." "I'm not running, I just don't want to deal with it right now. I've got better things to do." "Like what?"
Silence. What were better things she could do? Nothing. She had to run the country; she had to do her part. Everyone had a roll to play, be it the stable boy, the queen, or the cook. Everyone had a place, and had a job that needed to be done. With a rash motion she kicked the horse in the sides and picked up the reins. In a flash both of them were running.
Something did not feel right. Something was wrong and Minna could feel it. Something was after them. She went to look over her shoulder when she saw it. A man on a black horse was racing up to them, bow in hand. "Kyard! Go to the castle! Hurry!" She reached to the saddle pack and pulled out her bow and an arrow. She knocked it, but it was too late. She felt a throbbing pain shoot through her body as the arrow lodged itself in her back. Blast! She had not put on her armor. She held tight to the horse and urged it to keep running. She saw Kyard. He was okay. He was in the distance. The castle, that was up ahead. Soon. Soon she would be okay. She felt dizzy, her stomach had turned. She felt the horse slip off from under her, the last thing she saw was Kyard standing over her, telling her she would be okay, the arrow was not in deep, and the night sky.
Kyard lifted her and sprinted back to the castle. He went in through the back and brought her up to her chamber. "HELP! THE QUEEN HAS BEEN HURT!" He laid her on her side and kept her head propped up. He took out a knife and ct open the back of her dress, exposing just her back. The arrow was lodged in a good three inches. "Oh god...Minna, don't. Come on, you can't go, not yet." "HURRY!" He was panicking, he had no medical experience, and he could not cure her like a horse; the herbs he would use would be poison to a human. He had to find Garis and get help from him.
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Post by Itsaki on Mar 17, 2009 15:19:29 GMT -5
"Sir! It's the Queen!" A highly frantic messenger sprinted into Jordan's office. He was promptly run over as Garis bounded from the room. He ran down the flight of stairs six at a time, sprinting into the throne room, almost trampling a guard. He ran into the Queen's chamber, a crowd gathering at the door. He made no move to go through politely, he simply forced himself by. He kneeled beside Minna, watching the blood on the bed. Part of him simply stared into the face of the dying girl, and she went from a dying Queen to a dying child, so frail, and Garis wanted to just hold her in his arms as he did Bernt... But that jerked him to reality. She could not just be killed, not like this. The sympathetic part of him was pushed aside as the down-to earth-part of him took over. He examined the shaft of the arrow. It was a few inches in. He couldn't push it through, it was right behind her stomach. If it had gone just a couple inches further, the acid would have killed her in fifteen minutes. Instead, he looked for torsion, how the shaft of the arrow was turned. The wood was splintered, a small spiral turning to the right. Garis gripped the shaft firmly, twisting the arrow to the left. Then he pulled it out, the serrated head doing no additional damage. But it was serrated. That meant that it had cut her up badly inside. The blood began flowing more freely. "Jarrol! I need Falknir, now!" Jarrol yelled a "Yes!" and ran from the room. He returned just a few minutes later, out of breath. "From the highest tree." He said, handing Garis the dark green leaves. Jarrol had grabbed an entire branch full of them. Falknir was the name of the leaves that grew at the very tops of really high trees. They only held their healing properties for a month or two until they grow too mature. It was a rare remedy, and few knew of it. "Garis pulled off two leaves, chewing them. They tasted sweet and slightly bitter. When they resembled a chunky pulp, Garis pulled out the small bits and placed them inside the open wound. "Sorry." He said to Minna. "It will burn." Jarrol threw Garis a bandage, and Garis wrapped it firmly all the way around Minna's body. There was blood where the wound was, but it was not so much. Falknir was discovered, oddly enough, by eagles. Eagles near deserts would rip open certain cacti and place the juice onto wounds and cuts, and the juice would sterilize and seal the wound. The leaves had the same effect, it became sticky, like a glue, halting any infection, and the acids burned away anything that was already there, hence the urning. But the burning did not affect a person's skin or tissue, it just burned. Garis sat back on the floor, silent. He could only wait at this point.
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Post by Autumn's Nightmare on Mar 18, 2009 15:59:20 GMT -5
Minna laid very still, her breathing was so quiet.
She saw herself lying in a field with her horse grazing near by; the sun was warming her skin, a river was near by and running peacfully and her mother was laying next to her. They were laughing. Her clothes were the same, so was her smile, Minna could even smell the bread baking in their little hut. She was back home, if it could be called that.
"Oh Minna, it does my heart good to see you again. How much it pained me to let you go." "I know mother, it does me just as good." "You should be getting back my dear, they need you." "Just a little longer mother, I don't want to say goodbye for a second time!" "My darling, you won't have to. We'll be together again one day, but not yet. You've still got a long ways to go."
She felt something burning her back. The meadow, her mother, the sounds, it all faded into her screams of pain. It felt like her entire body was engulfed in flames and was being beaten. She opened her eyes and saw she was back in her chamber; people were all around her, silent, staring at her in horror. She tired to sit up but could not do it, something was holding her down. It was Kyard, making sure she didn't hurt herself more. "Minna, stay down, please!" She heard him speak but could not understand, the pain, it hurt too much. What was wrong with her! An arrow wound should not hurt this much, no matter how deep. "IT HURTS!" She tried to turn around to get off the bed, but something stopped her. Even through the blurred vision of her tears, she knew who Garis was there.... He had come to her, even though she had hit him. "Garis, it hurts!" She pressed her face against the bed and held back more screams of agonizing pain.
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Post by Shu'al Raethir on Mar 18, 2009 20:29:43 GMT -5
After Minna's speech, Marrok clapped, whistled, and threw all sorts of joyous activity about. Who ever said there was such thing as too much merriment? To the bard's disappointment, only a few nearby soldiers joined in his celebrating, and when they were dismissed, off they went. Bummed at their definite lack of enthusiasm (Though they did appear a bit better than they had before), Marrok retired to his chambers again. After a little while, he sensed more than heard Minna leave her chambers, and he followed quietly. Taking perch atop the stables, he watched the Queen ride off with the stableman. How interesting. Marrok smiled in spite of himself- It was a typical fairy tale. The poor girl falls in love with the prince or the princess (In this case, queen) falls in love with a commonsman. Marrok stroked Ithorec's plumage with a smile, "There'll be great songs to sing on this one. And great tales to tell." The bard jumped off the roof and slipped into the stables, bringing out Horse without saddle or other gear. "Come on, old man. You need some exercise." He took the roan stallion to one of the circular exercise rings and ran him for a while, switching after an hour or two and letting Cloud exercise as well. Bored with the lack of townspeople to entertain, Marrok wandered back inside while Ithorec tore off into the forest, presumably to hunt some more. Marrok was agitated as evening began to fall. He paced the castle like a trapped, caged animal, trying to get comfortable in the castle he had sworn to never return to, and finding it difficult. The bard tried singing for some staff that were cleaning the dining hall, but they didn't stay long enough for him to finish. They expressed gratitude for his singing while they had been cleaning, but they were busy elsewhere. Heaving a sigh, Marrok tried to sing for some idle troops, but they just didn't appreciate the fine arts. In fact, they ignored him. Typical soldiers. Stalking out like an insulted cat, Marrok prowled back to his room, sulking on his bed. The man chewed on his lip for a while, staring out the window with a bored expression on his face. He hated castles. He hated wars. And fighting. And bloodshed. 'Wasn't this what I fought to end so long ago?' He thought glumly.
Suddenly there was a flurry of activity out in the hallway, and Marrok went to investigate. As he popped his head out from the hallway, he glimpsed the stableman carrying Minna into her chambers, followed by a group of crazed castle staff. They were followed soon after by a frantic Garis barging into the room. Marrok blinked in surprise and crept further out, pushing through the crowds just enough to see the blood. Nausea swept through the bard, but he kept his eyes on the scene, seeing the protruding shaft in Minna's back. Too late he realized what Garis was going to do. Marrok could only watch in horror as the arrow was ripped back out of Minna's body. Of course, the details were it probably went better than what Marrok saw, but that was all the bard had needed to see. He stumbled back a few steps and vomited his lunch upon the now-bloodied and dirtied floor. The man kept up his retreat, wanting to escape all of the bloodshed and, well, nastiness going on in that room. He leaned against a wall he hadn't even known had come up behind him and shook, retching again as the scene flashed before his eyes over and over, leading to a form of blackout. Slowly Marrok regained control over himself- and was sickened with himself as he watched a few maids clean up the mess he had made. His whole body felt as if it were wrought with fever and he shook like a leaf caught in a windstorm. Jarrol came running past, and Marrok wondered when he had left. Certainly he hadn't blacked out that long after hitting the wall. Then her screams ripped through the air. Marrok collapsed to his knees, hands to his ears and he tried to block out that horrid sound. So much pain! Somewhere he found the strength to block out Minna's screams, and he pushed back into the crowd, eyes averted from doorway, "Leave her be, you bastards!" Marrok shouted at the growing crowd, pushing them away, "This isn't a play! Get back!" He pushed and shoved, then finally drew his sword and started slapping people with it. Reluctantly, the crowd dissipated to a better distance away. Feeling his part had been played, Marrok accidentally glanced into the room again with a reassuring smile, but it soon turned to a grimace and he lost what little of his lunch remained in his stomach. With one arm, Marrok weakly found the edge of the door and pulled it closed, Minna's agonized screams quieting instantly as the heavy door latched. The maid came scurrying back to clean up Marrok's new mess, and the bard decided to just leave the area for a while. He slunk out of the castle, so weak Marrok was surprised he could remain upright. The cool air refreshed him slightly, and without hesitation, Marrok did what Minna had already done twice this day- grabbed Horse and took off.
The pair rode hard for a while, not stopping until the land did. Marrok had known they would reach the cliff if they rode long enough- it had been his job so many years ago to know all the surrounding land and how to retreat if the need arose. The bard pulled Horse into a halt and dismounted, sitting with his legs dangling dangerously over a cliff face with a lush forest spread out beneath him. Just a sliver of moon showed in the sky, just enough to light the land, barely. The stars were open wide before him, and slowly Marrok lay back and stared up at them, wishing, not for the first time, that he could walk among those gorgeous pinpricks of light in the sky. Slowly, the bard let his thoughts and sights of the day fade away,losing himself in the sky and keeping his senses open to his surroundings.
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Post by Itsaki on Mar 20, 2009 3:02:11 GMT -5
At Minna's screams, Garis just cried. This was the only way she could get better without losing the use of her legs. The arrow had gone straight through her spine. He knew that that was an injury that paralyzed you. Jarrol moved Garis aside as he jumped forward, pulling a vial of milky silver liquid. He uncapped it, forcibly pushing the liquid into Minna's struggling mouth. He always had a vial or two of it on his body at all times. He hated the cries and screams of wounded soldiers, so he set off for a legendary herbalist, and the two of them made a drug. It was a combination of wormwood and willow bark and Wolfs' Bane. It gave the drinker imense bliss, taking away all pain, taking them within themselves to enjoy nothing but pleasure. Jarrol forced the entire vial into her mouth. Garis watched. "I'm sorry, Minna." was all he said.
((I actually made that drug a while back on one of the other threads, the one with the werewolves, to ease the pain of the full moon It really does give the drinker immense bliss. It was like the drug with no side effects.))
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Post by K on Mar 20, 2009 8:07:07 GMT -5
((except for the fact, in all honesty, that concoction is poisonous and would cuase painful bowel issues and heart palpatations.))
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Post by Itsaki on Mar 20, 2009 9:00:18 GMT -5
((Look, I don't know what either of those things do, so I was just naming things. Leave me alone))
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Post by K on Mar 20, 2009 16:17:26 GMT -5
((You know I'm jst playing. You can play your semi-realistic medieval role pla any way you want. ))
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