Hunting the Gurtha Maten --The Hunt--

OOC: **** this 15 minute edit rule pisses me off...okay...ignore the last few elven words on my post above..

((continued from above...))

"We too seek more than vengence," Vistalzidar stated simply as he watched the huntress spoon her soup. "We seek to learn how they can be felled, so that we may be able to launch a proper resistance at a later date."
He clamped his mouth shut quickly, cuttting himself off. He wasn't sure he should just blurt out that Istalindir was working for the Court of Sand and Stone to just anybody.
"So you are indeed Drow as I first suspected, may I enquire as to which province as I do not recognise your accent."
Vistalzidar bowed slightly. "So sorry, lady, but with all due respect, you may not."

Melcanin nodded in respect, "You are wise and cautious, my compliments." She finished off the soup and sighed a little, "I am gladdened that you are in the same persuit as I," She glanced at the Drow, "I request to join your hunting party."

Vistalzidar motioned to Istalindir. "You will have to request that of my young Elven friend here, huntress, for it is his hunting party. Although I myself would welcome the company"

Melcanin nodded, "I then ask you the same question," She pushed the bowl away and turned, awaiting the younger elf's reply.

Vistalzidar took the opportunity to glance about the tavern. The female voice from earlier echoing in his mind. "Such...pretty silver hair."
He smiled, wondering who would comment in such a sly, saultry voice to a Drow and wishing desperately to meet the face behind the voice. He wondered how she could have disappeared from the room so quickly, but shrugged it off. Any number of strange beings inhabitet this city, the answer to that particular question would probably take forever to solve.
He glanced at Istalindir, who still hadn't replied as he seemed to assess the huntress' request with great care for one so young.
*L'alurl abbil zhah dosstan* his father's words echoed through his mind. He shook them off angrily, the time had come to put his trust in others equally.
"You may join us," Vistalzidar answered for Istalindir, not particularly caring if the young Elf was offended. "We will need all the help we can get."

Melcanin smiled just a little, knowing that to smile did not suit her normal sombre expression she bowed her head in respect and gratitude, "I thankyou for your decision."

Trathos hammered away at the red hot blade. For months he had been working as a Blacksmith in the town of Astradom. The Large elf's muscle shone with sweat as he continued ponding out the steel. Trathos had saved up enough money to travel To Daedoloth(Sp? Land of the Dead). The blade he was making now was a straight Broadsword designed to break bones as the blade sliced into it's target. "Trathos, I'm off to the pub. When you get done put everything away and close up. Later my boy." Dakuan said as he grabbed his cloak and went to the door.

"Don't worry about it Dakuan, I'll take care it all. After i quench this blade, and then I'll join you." Trathos said as he Used his metal tongs to pick up the glowing blade and set it in the trough of water. Steam rose with as his as the steel instantly hardend. Trathos looked at the blade as he sat it on the rack with dozens of finished blades. Trathos then turned to Dakuan as he removed his smithing apron. "My Dwarfen friend, tomorrow you need to polish and mount these. After we sell them to the buyers then i shall take my share and be off on my journey. Tonight however, we celebrate." Trathos said as he made his way to the door, after throwing a bucket of sand on the burning embers of the fire.

"HA HA! Yes young one, we will celebrate your mastery of the sword, both in forging and in battle. Come, the brew won't last all night!" Dakuan said as they both left for the pub.

OOC: Never know, AcrypT, one day I just might disappoint…but until that day comes 😖hifty: Let me just get on with the tale…

Veleanith stood at the mahogany door of her room, placing the key in but stopped looking to her hand. She slid the bronze key, from her right palm to her left as a smile played across her face from the Drow she had seen earlier. ‘It’s hard to believe he’s here…’

A tinge of regret flashed across her face, annoyed at herself that she didn’t actually reach out to him. ‘Then again, that would have been pushing it. One would not get by in his profession if anyone can get to them as simply as that.’ She shrugged, opening up the door into her room

There was a small bed neatly made up to the right side of the room, across from it a wooden dresser with a small grainy mirror. In the middle was a badly worn red rug, probably to hide a weak spot in the timbers of the floor. Directly across from her was a huge glass window, the thin linen curtains open to reveal a bright orange radiant light from the setting sun.

She shielded her eyes with the long drooping sleeve of her robe and made a face. “How bothersome…” While the sun didn’t have the more horrific affect that it had on others like her, she couldn’t stay more than a few hours in it without getting horribly burned, an hour if she wanted a mean tan. She walked over to the window and in a quick movement, draped her cloak over the light, placing the room in a state of darkness save for a huge lit candelabra hanging from the ceiling and several candles sitting on the dresser.

Veleanith took her bow and a single arrow from her cloak and aimed it towards the door, in her eyes, a look of concentration visible in the dim light from the candles. “Staying in this town for only a day and my mind begins to wander. As brother would say though quite annoying at times, ‘constant vigilance, Vele’.” His words began to play through her mind as she held her shooting stance.

“Learn

Before one can accomplish anything, one must know what they are doing. Constantly practice and train yourself. Push beyond your limits until nothing holds you back. Observe your victim/opponent to know what you are up against, but even so, arrogance in battle will get you nowhere. Always expect the unexpected.”

Veleanith started to let go of the arrow, but stopped at the last moment, drawing back the line of the bow and lowering the weapon. She tossed it carefully onto her bed as she went back into her cloak, taking out a rose, the petals blood red in the light.

She placed the rose into her palm, wincing slightly as the sharp thorns from the rose pierced into her flesh but forced herself to ignore the irritation as she whispered into the rose deeply, her lips to the petals. The rose writhed around for a second, then the green stem grew longer in length trailing down onto the floor in its standby state. She loosened her grip on the stem, the rose embedded into her palm as it had become an extension of herself.

“Endurance

After having mastered your skill, the time comes when you have to put it to use. In battle, while being better than your opponent does help, even better is being able to last it out longer than them. However, you must remember there is no honor going up against someone who serves no challenge…”

There was more to it than that, but it was all she could remember as she snapped her whip down onto the ground. It came to life, crawling along the floor creepily. She cracked it to the door, stopping it from piercing through with a fierce expression. She stepped onto the bed, approaching the door as she whispered, shortening the whip. It stood straight out, stiff as a board, then twirled around the door handle. She pulled on it, jumping off the bed and sliding to the side into the dresser, her whip twirling above her head. She aimed it to each candle inside the light above her, stopping inches away from striking them. Then she turned her attention to the back door.

“Logic

During battle or any situation in general, one must use common sense. Not unless you are sure of what you are going up against, rushing into battle is not recommended and is pure folly…”

His words drifted from her head as she started to whip at the door, stopping inches away, this time more aggressive, her face holding no emotion. Suddenly, she found that she had whipped too heavily and with a sharp sound, the plant pierced through the wooden door, striking inches away from a passerby’s head. She spoke quickly, pulling the rose from the wood and placing it back to a normal size. The spectator blinked then shook their head as they started to walk away from the scene.

Veleanith looked to the rose in her now shaking hand and dropped it. Her palm was now bleeding freely but she didn’t notice as she fell to her knees, clutching her wrist. She looked down to the ground, blood dripping onto the rug as her overly long hair veiled her. Suddenly, her shoulders started to shake and a tear fell onto the ground as she gripped tightly into the rug.

“Brother…why didn’t you follow your own advice? Why didn’t you…” she drifted off, gulping heavily in her sorrow, along with anger. She had heard of people that had loss far more than her but still…

She upturned her bleeding palm and closed her eyes as she started to mutter, building up the little energy she had as she slowly started to regenerate her broken skin. In minutes, all that could be seen was a scar. She took a breath, pounding on her chest with her fist, then popped up from the ground, her rose between her middle and index finger.

Veleanith took two breaths, then placed on a smile with her eyes sparkling. “That’s the spirit. Gotta keep it up…besides,” She placed the rose into her cloak and attached the bow and arrows across her back before throwing on her robe, showing the window and the sky, a now dark shade of purple. “I’ve got one last job to do,”

She smirked, tossing on her hood to reveal only her golden eyes as she jumped from the window, landing cat-like onto the dimly lit sidewalk. “…A little unfinished business.” With her hands in her pockets, she slowly started to walk to the outskirts of the little village…

OOC: lol, you could of had me agree. I'm not gonna be on at the time most of you guys are on so I'll probably only get 1 or 2 posts a day. That means that if there's any way I'm gonna be part of this story you guys are going to have to make me do things from time to time.

Istalindir was debating how to respond, slowly his thoughts drifted back to his home town, his vision blurred and was replaced with a memory. He remembered coming to aid his friends in Mitsan only to find the town laying in ruins, bodies scattered everywhere, he remembered the horrifying images of flesh being torn from bone by the foul creatures, he remembered he scene of them devouring the dead...
He heard voices coming from nearby but they were only an echo of a voice... He remembered sending endless arrows flying at the creatures which splintered into a thousand pieces when coming in contact with them, he remembered their pale white skin.... "You may join us, we will need all the help we can get." he heard in a more clear voice which brought him back to reality. It happened to often in the past few days where Istalindir would find himself drifting back into recent memories, they haunted both his dreams and his thoughts.
'I agree, we will need all the help we are offered...Today will soon be over, let us rest tonight for tomorrow we will be setting out. I will leave a message with the owner of this Inn, hopefully he will send any wanderers seeking vengeance on the beasts in our direction to join us. I will also tell him to prepare food and fresh horses for the three of us to be ready in the morning. I must leave you two now to make some arrangements for tomorrow and for myself.' Istalindir left their side leaving the two alone and went into the back room where the barman was bending over a large box muttering to himself, he seemed to be delighted with something. 'Ahem', Istalinder made a noise to indicate he was there, the barman turned around with a flash, trying to hide the inhabitant of the box, 'Oh it is you kind sir', he said calming down. He opened his hand reveling some gold coins, 'You have brought good fortune with you, never in my life h-'
'I would hardly call this good fortune', he cut in, noting the coins, 'You may not live to enjoy the gold you now treasure, a bad time is approaching, we seek to hunt and kill the beast from the south. They may be the doom of us all. Here take these', Istalindir placed another two gold coins in the mans hand, 'Tomorrow me ad my company of three will be needing food and fresh horses for a long journey, one coin is for you and the other for you to buy us our supplies. Have them ready at dawn along with a proper breakfast, for we set out early tomorrow.' Istalindir looked down at his cloths for a moment, 'Also if you could provide me with some simple clothing I would be grateful.'
'Surly sir, I will do as you ask, you have no reason to doubt me, everything will be ready as you asked. As for clothes, there may be something that suits you over there...', the man pointed to a rack of clothing that looked as if they had been forgotten by travelers passing by. He picked out a plain white shirt and simple brown leather armor on top to cover his mithril, with his green cloak to cover the whole lot he now looked no different from any other man in the city.
The owner was still standing next to the box looking at him, 'I have not introduced myself much like yourself',Istalindir said making his way back to the man, 'My name is Istalindir, I am the last survivor of my hometown Mistan which now lay defeated.'
The man bowed his head slightly, 'I am Evert Scornge, I have owned this place for as far back as I can remember, it is my honour to know such brave souls as yourself. If there is any way I can aid you further let me know', Evert said.
'There is one more thing', Istalidir said, 'If you meet any travelers seeking revenge in the south then send them to Mardonin, that is where we will be heading first.'
'Not only will I send them to you but I will aid them in whatever way I can', Evert said proudly.
'I thank you, you are a good man Evert but I must join my company now and get ready for the journey that awaits us.' Istalindir made his way back to the main room.

Vistalzidar's ears pricked suddenly at some strange noises coming from somewhere within the inn. "Such...pretty silver hair" The voice echoed through his mind.
Vistalzidar bowed to his two companions. "Excuse me for a moment my friends, there is something I must see to. I will meet you both back here shortly."
He quickly left them and headed into the back hallways of the inn. He noticed the confused expression on the face of a passer by and stopped them.
"I heard strange noises, is something happening back here?"
The patron shook their head. "Just some wierdo in a room down the hall. Place seems to be full of strange people these days."
Vistalzidar absently gave the patron his thanks as he pushed passed and made his way down the hall, where he noticed small fragments of wood scattered across the floor.
Something flicked at the back of his senses and his head snapped up to look at a door. There was a hole in it, and through it he could see a figure placing something inside a cloak and strapping a bow and arrows to their back.
"I've got one last job to do," Vistalzidar's elven ears picked up as the figure donned its hood and then jumped clean out the window. The next came quieter, but Vistalzidar still picked it up, "A little unfinished business."
Vistalzidar smiled...it was the voice, he was sure. "Such...pretty silver hair. He shook his head and quickly worked his way to the bar, pausing only to throw an "I'll be right back" over his shoulder to Istalindir and the Huntress.
Out on the street, he hurried through the throng, using his elven senses to his advantage and quickly picked the figure out of the crowd in the distance.
He grinned. Soon it would be night, and with the help of the shadow he could pry into the figures business with relative ease. Still, he checked that his weapons were in order just in case.

OOC: I start work at the mine here tomorrow...so whilst I'm on shift I'll only be able to do a couple of posts a day also...so AcrypT and Midnite, feel free to control Vistalzidar if you need him to do something in any particular situation...lol...just dont too crazy with him ya?

Veleanith calmly walked down the sidewalk, brushing past people hurrying off to rest in the late hours of the evening. She kept her hands within her pockets, her gaze fixed on a farm like house a good twenty minutes walk away.

'It should not take me too long...if my brother could do it, why not I?' she quickened her pace, not bothering to enjoy the cool evening, her mind focused on only one goal. She was so intent on her goal that she didn't even notice the movement behind her in the shadows...

After briskly walking for twenty minutes, she stood a few yards away from the house with an expression of scrutiny at the man's home. "The lights...their all out. Every last one..." She wasn't sure of the man she was after affinity, but she was starting to think it had something to do with shadow.

Veleanith looked up into the night sky, which, to her surprise had grown a dark shade of grey and overcast. She shrugged it off as she crept into the entrance of the house, quietly closing the door behind her. The room was unkept and musty, pitch black save for a candle on a corner table, the window bringing in light from the thunder that had started to roll in.

She walked calmly through the house, listening for any sudden movements when she felt a strange presence. She whipped around, only seeing darkness. But she couldn't shake it...the feeling as if the shadows were fighting, one versus the other, someone trying to overcome the darkness filtering the house. She took a breath, and the feeling left, leaving her with the dimness of the candle in the house.

A roll of thunder was heard in the distance. Veleanith turned to the window, expecting to see rain start to come down. Just then, lightning illuminated the sky, revealing a glint of silver in the darkness. She widened her eyes, and jumped to the side, just when a man lunged out from the darkness, sword in hand.

He swung at her once more, but she stepped back, taking out a bow and arrow swiftly. She took aim and fired, but the man placed his sword in front to guard, knocking the arrow aside. He charged towards her whereas she stood in place. Inches away from hitting her, she moved to the side, aiming an arrow to the back of his head. However, she found a blade to the tip of her neck.

"You are quite the challenger. I can see why my brother would have wanted to go up against you." she said, her aim still steady.

The man made a face. "If he wanted to go up against me, why isn't he here?"

"I'm afraid he couldn't make it, so I'll be his replacement." she responded tonelessly.

"Coward...sending someone I could easily behea-"

"You'd get an arrow to your head before you could tilt the hilt." she said icily. She lowered her bow, the man lowered his sword.

He turned around and looked to her with a bitter expression. "Believe that if you wish..." he sheathed his sword as he started to lead her out to his backyard, a field of grass. He walked several feet away before facing her. "We shall settle this like true combatants, despite your female status."

Veleanith smiled quickly before placing on her stone face. "I'm willing to take that as a compliment, sir," She took out her bow and arrow and tilted her head with a dangerous expression. "Whenever you're ready..."

((OOC: Excuse my french, but I really, really, Really f*cking hate the computers at my school. Made up the continuation to the post above when I had the time and it went and deleted it 😒: Well, anyways, when i have the time, i'll continue it and I hope you don't mind if I use your character a bit, Decomp...promise I won't go too crazy 😖hifty: ))

(OOC: Alright, done 😊 Really sorry about the length but doubt I’ll make it this long again. Oh, yeah, and Decomp, if you have a problem with how I used your character, let me know and I’ll edit it or you can just ignore it…anyways, without further ado…))

Veleanith kept her aim steady on the man but to her surprise he tossed aside his sword. She lowered her bow and arrow slightly, watching as he started to mutter beneath his breath. The clouds overhead grew deeper in hues of grey and shades of black, thunder rolling through the air. A bolt of lightning crashed down onto the earth, feet away from her.

She looked to the man, then turned her gaze to the approaching storm. She narrowed her eyes in scrutiny to the sky. ‘The clouds are there…but where’s the rain?’ The man continued to mutter in a foreign tongue, thunder rolling and crashing in the skies, as if another battle was happening above them. A lightning bolt nearly struck her once more, when she came to a sudden realization. ‘He…he has more than one affinity.’ A lightning bolt came down from the sky heading directly to her.

“React

Once engaged in battle, you must watch your opponent carefully, ready for any action. If you attack, be prepared for a counter. If they attack, be ready to counter them. If attacked with magic or a long range attack it is best that you evade until you find an opening in your opponents defense…’

Veleanith somersaulted backwards, the thunder bolt scorching where she had previously stood. She landed into a crouch position, skidding back and bracing herself with a hand. She whispered frantically as the man let loose another mumble, and from the sky rained down several bolts of lightning.

Before the bolts could reach her, a wave of grass rose up, taking the blunt of the attack for her. The guy stopped his mumbling and the storm settled temporarily as he stood stunned by what he had just seen. Veleanith took this opportunity to fire off an arrow with her bow. Upon seeing this, the man quickly recovered and called down a bolt, incinerating the arrow in its flight. But the arrow was to serve merely as a diversion as she dashed behind a huge, elderly tree, its crooked branches reaching out to the sky.

At seeing her go into hiding, the man let out a deep malevolent laugh. He started to shout in his foreign tongue, sending small bolts of lighting into the tree, scattering wood chips past her face and to her hood. She ignored the pieces of bark flying past her face as she circled the tree. She was trying to concentrate but found she couldn’t even hear herself think with the repetitious rolling of thunder and the deep baritone shouts of the man’s voice. ‘I need silence…wait!’ An idea came to her mind, her eyes lighting up brilliantly. She waited after the man’s last shout before jumping from behind the tree.

To the man’s surprise, she fell to her knees, head bowed down and fingers kneading into the grass. The expression on his face was one of winning a prize. He glowered in his victory, cackling viciously. “Is this the best that he could send?” He let out a shout in his foreign tongue, sending a bolt down feet away from her. “A weak opponent who can’t even complete a battle,” He shouted once more, another bolt crashing down in front of her. He smirked. “No point in delaying the inevitable,” he muttered, sending a bolt down to her.

Veleanith raised her head with a fierce look in her golden eyes, her fingertips digging deeply into the grass. “Damn straight.”

“Adapt

When placed in an unusual situation or scenario, one must learn their environment well and utilize the tools they have within the area. Use any and all elements to your advantage in order to survive…”

She dug her fingers deep into the grass and let out a hurried whisper in her own foreign tongue, completely draining herself in the process as she concentrated. The thunder bolt that had been rapidly approaching her stopped inches away from her face, leaving it so that she was looking into the purest white light she had ever seen. The man stood wide-eyed, not because of his stopped attack, but because of the thick tree roots that had came from the ground and wrapped themselves tightly around his mouth.

The man, still in shock started to mumble in the tight hold from the trees. Veleanith did a rolling dodge onto her feet, just when the bolt fell to the ground, scorching where she had just been. The man started to pull at the branch from his mouth. She shouted in a foreign tongue, watching as the grass rose up and caught onto both his hands tightly, she swung an arm forward in his direction whereas several more roots grew up, tying him to his spot.

Veleanith made her way over to the man, once reaching him forming a broad smile. “Is this the best that he could send?” she mocked in his earlier tone. “No, I was the only one he could send. He would’ve faced you head on himself but sadly he’s not here with us today,” She took out her bow and arrow, aiming to the man. “However, if you manage to see him, tell him his little sister said hi. Oh, and one more thing. Tell him ‘Little Vele’ isn’t so little anymore.”

The man muttered what looked to be wench, a bitter expression and a look of pure, unadulterated hatred in his eyes as she shot him point blank range with the arrow, piercing into his skull and through to his head. She yanked her lodged arrow from his head, muttering to the plants as she did so. The plants around the man loosened their grip and crawled back down onto the earth, making it so it looked as if they had never left.

Veleanith made sure to catch the man as he started to fall, laying him down so that he was on his back. She kneeled down by him, placing a hand over the hole spouting blood from his head. She knew she couldn’t revive the dead, she was quite confident in this but she didn’t want to leave him there with a hole in the middle of his head.

Unfortunately, considering his deceased condition, she would have to use up her strength to heal him. Using up the little energy she had in her reservoir, she sat for several minutes until finally all that was visible was a small scar in the center of his head. ‘The cover-up…’

((Continued...))

She got up exhausted and made her way off the man’s property, exiting from the man’s open front door. It took her a few minutes before reaching into the center and heart of town. It was just then, as she started to walk casually in the night breeze, she became aware of something that had been bothering her in the back of her mind. She contemplated her next course of action. With a nod of her head, she crawled up onto the rooftop of a nearby building.

Veleanith started to walk calmly along, stopping with a smirk as she started in a sly tone. “What have we here? Do I have another shadow? An admirer, perhaps?” She turned to a rooftop to the left, staring into the darkest of shadows. “I know someone’s out there and I really hate talking to myself. A suggestion I have is…”

She trailed off at seeing the Drow from earlier step from the shadows and look to her with a mixture of curiosity and fascination. Something flickered in her mind and she felt herself start to smile. “So I do have a shadow…Did you enjoy the show?”

He shrugged, starting to walk ahead on the rooftop. She started to walk, keeping at his pace as she raised an eyebrow. “It was all quite interesting, though I do wish you hadn’t interfered,” He looked to her confused. She scoffed, her voice heavily filled in skepticism. “Don’t play coy. You manipulated the shadows. Now I can’t help but to feel as if I’m in debt to you as…” She turned to him; face cloaked by her hood, and gave a small bow. “I do owe you my life.” She raised her head. “I know of you but I don’t actually know you. Care to tell me your name so I can keep it in my memory?”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that.” he said in a clear tone, stopping on the ivy laden rooftop to try and get a good look at her.

“Why afraid? I mean no harm.” Veleanith leaned her head to the side. “Is it because it’s like talking to a voice in the dark…?” She leapt from the rooftop onto the one where he stood, inches away from him. “Or is it because I’m not as soft and as innocent a whisper as you first thought…?”

As soon as she had landed, he had instantly taken out his sword, placing it to her throat. She didn’t flinch, keeping a calm demeanor as she spoke. “I told you I mean no harm…and to that I hold my word.” He glared to her cautiously, after a minute’s reluctance, placing his sword away.

Veleanith let out the smallest of whispers, then placed a hand to his cheek. She then placed her cheek to his as she spoke in a low sultry tone to his ear. “You should really stay away from me. I’m nothing but trouble, wanting what I can’t have, seeking what can’t be killed, wandering in search of nothing…” she gave the gentlest of laughs as she brushed her lips past his cheek. “Goodbye Stranger…”

She backed away from him, the only thing visible from her hood her dazzling golden eyes, a hint of tease hiding behind them, and her fangs from the smile that she couldn’t hide. She waved bye, jumping backwards off the roof and running out into the streets. He started to run after, but found that he had somehow become deeply entangled in the ivy on the roof…

Veleanith ran quickly back to the Inn, climbing back into her room with a surprising swiftness. She swung her cloak over her window and started to toss of her shoes when a knock reached her hearing. The door then opened, the bartender arriving to see her rising up from bed. “Hello lass, hopin’ I didn’t disturb ya. Just heard some strange noises.”

She stretched out her arms, letting out a yawn faked to perfection. “Not at all. I’ve been sleeping all this time and I haven’t heard a thing,” she rubbed at her eyes as she placed herself in a straighter posture. “Though, I guess I can’t do something as simple as that without some peeping Tom trying to get a look at me,” she said carefree, motioning towards the hole in her door…”

“My apologies…would you like a different room?” he asked her in a jovial tone.

“Yes, I would greatly appreciate that,” She got up from the bed, taking out a few coins from her purse. “But before I head back to rest, I believe I shall get something from the bar. You can call me when the room is ready.”

Veleanith headed downstairs into the bar, walking past a few crowds of men as she made her way to a barstool. She ordered a deep and spicy wine, costing her less than a few bronze coins. She sat down, closing her eyes in concentration to get rid of the golden hue they had attained from the excitement she had been feeling all throughout the night.

“Here you go, lass,” muttered a different bartender.

She opened up her eyes to reveal a bright hazel, a tinge of gold visible. She paid for her drink and started to sip quietly, only stopping at seeing the doors of the bar open and the Drow from earlier and the rooftops start to walk past. He stopped for a second at seeing her. She bit onto the cup lightly, forcing a smirk back as he stared to her.

“Hard to believe you’ve been sleeping all night lass. Would you like anything else for the night?” asked the first bartender.

She nodded her head, not willing to risk using her voice. The Drow walked past her, she holding back a whisper as he made his way to somewhere within the Inn. She finished up her drink, leaving a tip as she ran up the stairs to her room, her long raven hair trailing a few inches above her knees.

Veleanith tossed herself into the new bed, exhausted from all that had went down and at the same time…her second whisper, the one that had crossed her mind less than a minute ago ran through her thoughts. She sang it under her breath. “Stranger with the silver eyes, will I see you past sunrise…?” She let out a small giggle, a little tipsy from the wine. She cuddled into a pillow, falling asleep quickly as she knew she’d need the energy for when she set out on venture in the morrow…

Melcanin walked over to the bar, peering over, "Uh Evert?" Evert peeked up at her, "Oh Melcanin, good to see you again." Melcanin nodded, "To you also my friend, I am travelling with that young elf who just made the request, you know which horse and items I require, here are two more gold coins to pull them from your vaults and repair them if need be...and buy Martia that horse in the third corrall, she's been caring for it for years and deserves him." Evert smiled, "I shall do so Melcanin, always a pleasure." Melcanin smiled back and made her way into her regular room.

Vistalzidar glanced at the time piece upon the wall behind the bar and frowned in thought. It was dark outside alright, but it was still reasonably early. He decided he would indeed leave to check on his horse before meeting uo with his young elven friend again.
As he left the tavern, he concentrated effortlessly, trailing his fingertips across the ancient Drow writing on his leather armour and muttering in a low tone. Instantly, the night swirled around him, cloaking him in their familiar comforting embrace, clouding him from wandering eyes.
He smiled and breathed in the cool night air deeply, his thoughts wandering back to the encounter with the mysterious vampire-like woman on the rooftops. He gently touched his cheek where she had placed her hand, still feeling as if that soft skinned hand was lingering there.
"Who are you, stranger?" He muttered to himself in wonder.
"Who goes there!"
The challenge snapped Vistalzidar out of his dream like state and he cursed under his breath at the interuption. Angered, he lashed out with his shadows, clouding the guards mind so much that he passed out and fell in a heap at his post. A second guard cursed and went to check on the first, but Vistalzidar clouded his mind a little also, and sent the guard back to his post.
"Good evening, sir," the guard said as Vistalzidar dropped his shadowed cloak and walked through the city gates. "Nice night for a strole, eh sir?"
"Indeed," Vistalzidar replied in a curt tone. "Back to work soldier."
"Yes, sir!" The guard snapped to attention.
Vistalzidar smiled and shook his head at the fool, before setting off at a jog into the nearby woodlands. He hadn't gone far before he came to the clearing he had left his mount in.
His great black stallion, Ne'kalsa, meaning intelligent in the common tongue, stamped his foot and headbutted him in the chest as he walked close. Vistalzidar staggered back rubbing his chest, then slapped the horse lightly on the nose.
"What was that for, you brute?" He asked, and recieved another headbutt to the chest. "Alright, alright," Vistalzidar cried in defeat, holding up his hands, palm outwards. "You win!"
He reached into his pocket and retireved a couple of carrots he had stolen from the house he followed the mysterious woman to. Ne'kalsa whinneyed in delight and chomped the vegetables eagrely, nearly taking Vistalzidar's fingers with them.
"Easy, you beast!" Vistalzidar cursed with a chuckle. He set about brushing his mount down and when he had cared for him, he hugged Ne'kalsa's head.
"I shall return tomorrow morning and then we ride, my friend. We will have an Elf with us, of all creatures...two of them infact." Ne'kalsa flicked his head up and down in a fair imitation of a nod, bringing a smile to Vistalzidar's lips. "Aye, I thought you would enjoy that."
He pet his mounts nuzzle firmly. "Until tomorrow then, my friend," he said cheerfully and set off back towards the city and his new elven friends.

((OOC: WOW guys do you want to write any more, god you have motored along since i last posted god lol. well ill try keep mine short. Good goin guys.))

*DREAM*

Lanilor was only little at the time like 6 or something and he was stood in his doorway and all he could see was his sister and his dad his sister was about 4 and she was was being carried away to a carrage at the centre of the road. His dad put his sister in the carrage on her own and said the driver he was a sort of elf or suming "Take her away from here its to dangerous here" the elf said "what about Lanilor" and pointed towards him "theres no time" his dad said "now go" and the elf bowed to him and jumped up to the helm. "goodbye hunni ill see you soon, go friend and godspeed" and the carrage raced off.

Lanilors dad was heading back to the house in a jog when a Lycan jumped down from a roof and took his dad out. They were rolling and wrestling for a while. Then his dad's best friend ran past Lanilor and shouted "close the door boy". Lanilor slammed the door and ran to the Window and saw all three of them fighting. Then about 3 more of them dropped down from nowere and circled them. Lanilor shouted "NOOOO" and ran under and hid under the bed unable to watch any more.

About half an hour l8r he heard the door slam he opened his eyes and looked towards his bedroom do and a figure came in "come out boy its safe" Lanilor crawled out and stood up it was his dad's best m8 and he said "im sorry boy your dad" he choked on his words "your dad is dead" he said and begun to cry "NOO" lanilor said and fell in to the mans arms crying.

*DREAM END*

Lanilor woke up suddenly in a cold sweat and breathing heavy. He looked up at the window and it looked dark outside. He put his arms down at his side and sat up and wiped his forehead with his hood.

OOC: Thanx for that Bildo. This one's nice and short for me as well 😊 Then again, it's cause I ran outta time...ah wells

"I'm sorry but I shall be departing now. Is there a place to pick up market goods?"

"What? At this hour?!" The bartender had on his face a look of disbelief.

Veleanith drummed her fingers along the bar table, her hood back in place. Her eyes held a tired expression, a small smile on her face as she turned to the window, the stars shining brightly in the wee hours of the night. She had planned on leaving at sun-up but changed her mind, waking up three hours before that.

Even so, it didn't matter as she couldn't get back to sleep and even if she could, it was the last thing on her mind. All it did was place her into darkness, her brother's agonized screams echoing in her mind. She'd wake up drenched in sweat and her hazel eyes wide open, shivering violently despite the calm weather.

'It won't go away...it probably never will,' she had thought gravely after settling down. But it only served as her determination to find the creatures who had caused her distress.

Veleanith nodded to the man. "Yes now. I just need a little something before I go."

"Like what? I'm sure I could get you wh-"

"I need blood," she cutted in, her lips pressed together tightly. She hadn't fed for a few weeks now and it was really starting to get to her. She gave a dangerous smile. "Not unless you can give me this in high quantity, I think I'll be heading to the market now-"

She stopped talking at seeing the man place a jar of cool red liquid onto the table. She gave a look of confusion, then dipped a finger into the crimson liquid, sampling it. She made a face. "Sheep's blood?"

"No, I keep elves in the back room and ring them out when I have customer's like you," he said sarcastically. He let out a laugh, rubbing his belly. "Course it it. Take it or leave it."

Veleanith took out a flask from inside her robe and filled it up carefully with the crimson liquid, smirking all the while. 'Brother would probably be turn-, no, stirring in his grave at seeing me get blood this way. He'd turn in his grave from what happened earlier tonight...what with the Drow...' She gave a warm smile, her mind wandering when she started to realize the blood had started to overflow from the flask and to her hand.

She cursed in a strange tongue, licking the blood from her hand as she sealed up the flask. She smiled guiltily. "Sorry about that! I was just occupied. I truly apreciate how well you've been to me. I'd love to stay longer but I must depart before dawn breaks."

"Ah yes lass," he nodded his head. "You been on your way but be wary of thiefs on your way to destination."

"Yes sir," She walked to the door and waved a kiss off in the man's direction. "Take care!" The man nodded with a smile as she left the inn and walked out into the cool night air. She walked briskly through the town her mind set on only one location...

Melcanin awoke early to find the items she'd requested lain out across the room neatly, smiling also as she saw a fresh apple on the dresser, knowing full well that it was a small token of thanks from Martia. She stood and changed, leaving her clothes on the bed for storage in the vault, she now wore slightly less revealing clothing she'd worn last mission yet bore her signature enemy quivers upon the belt as a sign of the arrows that had been broken in the breast of the enemy. She donned her sword finally and walked from the room, out to meet her fate with her new kin.