Hunting the Gurtha Maten --The Hunt--

Njord raised his brow as the lizard man came back to life. Quite impressive, he thought. He had only ever heard of such things in fairy tales of evil doers. Not that he cared who did it, as long as the reincarnated thing didnt come after him. He nodded at the vampires comment on it. As she walked away he waved back, chuckling as she blew a kiss to his "partner" of sorts. He nudged Vistalzidar as he blanched a little.

"You dog. Stranger, she called you? Something tells me that you shall not be strangers soon enough..."

As the drow shot him a poison glance, he laughed.

"I joke, my freind. Well, not really, but I find things like such amusing...Not really sure why."

Vistalzidar softened his glance and a slight smile curved his lips. "In all honesty, I hope you are right, Njord. She intriegues me and she excites me with her suggestive manner. I shall very much look forward to the challenge of catching that one...and what a challenge it shall be."
He grinned and slapped Njord on the back. "Well done, my friend. You have certainly proven your worth tonight." Vistalzidar scratched his chin in thought. "Well, I don't know about you, but I need a good, stiff drink...I'm off to find a tavern, care to join me?"

Veleanith walked down the back alleys of the city stealthily. Even though her name had been cleared and she was finally off the hook, she was still a criminal to most villagers within the city and was expected to still be chained in the dank poor excuse for a dungeon. She placed on her hood, veiling her face as she turned a corner. "Just the way it is."

She attached her rose to the inside of her robe, a sheepish grin across her face and a glow to her eyes. She couldn't help it, she got that way after every battle or adrenaline rush. And then seeing the stranger again. She smiled broadly turning another corner. She jumped back against a wall quickly, turning back down the path as she tightened her cloak around her. She had nearly bumped into the guard from earlier, managing to barely avoid him as walked back.

'Focus...don't get yourself too caught up,' Veleanith turned to a display window, focusing on an archery set as the guard ushered past her in a rush. She glanced, making sure he had walked away before letting out a breath in relief. "Alright, now that he's past," She strolled the street for several minutes, avoiding any glances received as she made her way to a small farm like house, the curtains completely drawn.

She walked up to the house and rapped on the wooden door softly. A brief shuffle was heard behind the door, it finally opening up to reveal the man from earlier, hopping on a leg. He motioned to a chair knocked over in the background. "Wife left the chair out again." He said annoyed as he started to hop off, motioning her to follow.

Veleanith rolled her eyes. "Don't blame your wife. You should have watched where you had been going..." She sat down at a small chair, leaning back casually. "Do you have the item I requested of you earlier or has this all just been a wasted...well, actually, a fun venture of a sorts..." she finished mysteriously.

The man, Fargo, looked to her oddly as he walked over to a chest. "Wonder what that could've meant," He made a scoffing noise. "Hell, wonder how you even managed to escape from the cells. Probably best if you don't tell me now that I think about it. Now where-, ah!" He stopped rambling, taking out a stained red rapier glinting under the candle light. He held onto it fragily, holding it horizontally out to her. "This is what you came for, right lass?"

Veleanith extended her hands, receiving the crimson weapon from Fargo. She pointed it upwards, testing how well she could use it before turning the weapon towards him. "Lovely...but will it serve to function as I wish?"

Fargo chuckled, falling down onto the chair. "Can't believe you're questioning a masterpiece...MY masterpiece at that," He threw back his head in laughter. "Why don't you find out for yourself?"

((TBC))

*continued...

Veleanith placed the rapier down onto the table and took out her crimson rose from earlier. She placed it into her palms, small warm drops of red rolling down her hand. She licked it away as with the same hand holding the rose, she picked up the rapier from off the table.

"Time to find out if I made a worthy investment," she said cooly, focusing on the rose in hand. She gave a fierce whisper, a complicated movement of the tongue. The rose moved in her hand, the thorns growing sharp, binding themselves in a loose spiral motion across the rapier. It stopped at the tip, pulsating around the flushed rapier.

Veleanith looked to her hand and found the bleeding had sufficiently decreased. She murmured something under her breath. Fargo made a face whereas she spoke up. "What type of blood did you use for the rose to absorb it so marvelously...?"

"That's a secret!" He smiled contentedly, sitting back.

"Secret of the craft..." She muttered and the stem quickly contracted back into the rose, leaving the rapier in place. She put her rose into her robe, slding her index finger around the warm metal of her new weapon. "Quite impressive," She placed it in a sheath inside her robe, taking out fifteen gold coins. "Hope that cover's the fee after the deposit I made quites awhile ago."

The man waved it away, almost a sad look to his eyes. "No need for that...your brother paid in advance a long time ago. He was always looking out for you," he gave a smile, standing up as he walked with her to the door. "You take care of yourself, alright? If not for me, for your brother..."

Veleanith gulped and nodded, not able to form words as she smiled and left the humble home.

Lanilor and the and his new companion walked away from the town in a southeast direction, about 10 mins into their journey from the Inn, Lanilor looked up and over to her and decided to break the silence.

"Ismalia I am sorry about being mean in the Inn earlier i just had alot on my mind" he said unable to take his eyes from the blonde beauty.
"Ah thats ok I am used to it" she said looking at him with a smile and wondering what he was looking the she quickly said "why are you looking at me like that" with a blush and a smile. "Me im looking at you coz you remind me of my sister and I need the company and I also need the help" he said looking down at the ground blushing and a little down. "Oh ok down worry we will find your sister i promise" she said looking at him and lifting his head up with her finger.

((TBC))

Njord nodded, a small smile still on his face.

"Aye, a nice bit of alcohol would do me good after that encounter...And thank you for the compliment."

He went and fetched his horse and spear, unscrewing the spear head and placing it in his pack, to make it seem like a common staff. The two walked their horses to a nearby tavern, tied them to a post, and went inside. Njord walkjed over ton the ntable, people stopping and staring and gaping as his massive figure moved past them tom the bar. He apped the barkeep on the shoulder.

"A gallon"-whichn is like a pint to him-"of...lets see...Arcanine Ale, if you would?"

The barkeep nodded, and fetched the drow's and his orders quickly. Njord raised his massive tankard to Vistalzidar.

"To a new freindship!"

"And a team that shall not fail." Came a rather slinky voice in reply, the huntress stodd at the end of the bar and downed the sweet water in one gulp, "You are both impressive men, I am honoured to share such journeys with you."

Veleanith started to walk away to town once more but stopped with an odd expression. She shrugged, turning back around and knocking on Fargo’s door. He opened it up in surprise. She smiled innocently. “I was just wondering…could I possibly use your spring to groom myself? It’ll be real quick, I promise.”

Fargo scratched the side of his cheek with the tip of his fingernail, looking up precautiously. He rubbed the side of his neck. “Well, I don’t know. Guess if you’re quick…” He became more enthusiastic as he ushered her back into the house into a steam filled room. “Second thought, sure, why not, don’t see the harm!” He pushed her into the room closing the door as he left. From outside the door, he shouted. “Don’t take too long, after the wife comes back from her evening ‘snack’, she normally goes in.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t.” Veleanith shouted back. She had already slipped out from her clothes and had started to dip a toe into the water. She recoiled slightly, the water sweltering hot. She let out a shiver and a smile, slipping into the water and leaning with her hair lying to the ground. She cleaned herself up quickly, giving herself time to relax as she started to recap the events of the night.

Something had been bugging her despite how well everything had gone. She lowered her head underwater, digging her toes into the ground as she sat open eyed in thought. She blew a few bubbles to the surface, closing her eyes tightly as the thought started to come into form. It started to slip away from her and in a moment of annoyance, she let out a breath.

Veleanith clamped a hand over her mouth. ‘Need to watch that…if I drowned in Fargo’s spring, it might be said that he murdered me what with no witnesses around…’ Her thoughts trailed off, eyes wide open as she broke through the surface of the water, flipping back her hair.

She stepped out hastily from the water, throwing on her clothes and cloak. She shook her head, water flying from her thoroughly soaked hair. She ignored it, realizing she would have to do a little something more before her name was truly cleared.

‘What with me being missing from the dungeon and the current massacre going on at the Vice Regents manor, it could easily be said I framed that lizard man. No, for this to go off without a hitch,’ She waved her bye’s to Fargo, throwing on her hood to veil her face as she made her way to town. ‘Someone else…a villager need to stumble upon the scene. I need a witness or two...’

She smiled coyly, her true intentions seen in her eyes as she made her way to a nearby pub. The bar table circled the room and was currently packed with chattering fox folk, a few lizard types, and an elf or so. They paid no heed to her, as once they had caught her earlier, they figured any other stranger in black was harmless. She held back an insult to the little intelligence she felt they had, instead, sitting at a bar stool, her face completely covered by her hood drooping down in front of her face. She ordered a zesty wine, wondering how she would go about bringing up her thoughts when a voice broke into her mind.

Veleanith looked up to see the bartender eyeing her strangely. “Wouldn’t recommend walking around in full black attire…that gets you nothing but trouble.”

‘Tell me about it…’ She kept her head down as she spoke in a low tone. “If you really want to see trouble, you should check out the Vice Regents manor. It is like a light show, a lizard being going sword crazy. I made my escape as soon as possible, it’s quite unsafe to be in the vicinity.” She took another sip, closely watching his expression.

The bartender stroked his furry face, a curious look in his eye. “How odd…” He glanced out a window, his curiosity piqued and without another word picked up a cloak and left off in the direction of the manor. A few followed after in wonder as to what would make the owner of the pub leave his station. “Danger truly does attract.” She murmured to herself, finishing up her wine.

Veleanith paid for a room for the evening and started to make her way up to dwelling when for a moment, a hint of silver caught her sight. She turned in the direction, catching a glimpse of a female elf warrior, the giant from earlier, ( ‘How in the hell could I have missed him?!’ ) and the Drow stranger. She continued to stare, only heading upstairs at seeing the stranger start to shift in his seat.

She went into her room, throwing off her cloak and anything else before slipping in between the cool grey shirts. She burned out the candles with her fingertips, her gaze on the door. ‘Fate is saying something…but as for now, I’ll turn a blind eye,’ She turned her attention to the wooden ceiling, her arms behind her still wet hair. ‘I’ll set out away from this place by mid-afternoon tomorrow make into the closest town by sunrise…’

She spoke out into the darkness of her room. “It’s a plan…though those never work out for me.” She rolled her eyes, letting out a quick small chuckle in wonder as to what else she’d go through before her adventure ended…

((Sorry made so many posts in one day but I never got a chance to complete my ideas as I had always been rushed through ‘em…))

Istalindir made his way down to the bar, he saw his three companions raise their drinks to a toast. He knew it was them that the whole town was talking about, he knew all the guards were terrified to confront them and he knew everyone thought he was involved as well. His fist thought was to leave them and go back to the Cort of Ice and Stone for council, he struggled with himself for a moment and decided to at least have a last word with them before making his decision. He made his way up to them, he had had enough, what would his family say if they were to see him with this company, the type of people he was brought up to consider as bad.
'Have you forgotten why we have set out! The whole town is afraid of us, they call us murderers! There is no honour in what we have done...' his face grew red and his breaths deepened, the air in the room was disturbed making all the candles flicker, 'I will not be a part of your killing, I set out to kill one thing, the one thing I hate above all creatures; you all know what I speak of and all seek to kill it as well. Why do you bring me along, to toy with me!?' Istalindirs face was now read from both anger and embarrassment, he had shouted louder than he intended. The thought came to him that these dangerous people before him may decide to kill him next, maybe for his pretty mithril shirt or maybe just for the fun. He stared blankly at the three, not quite sure how to act.

Vistalzidar rose from his chair slowly, looking Istalindir dead in the eye with his piercing silver gaze. "No," he growled. "I have not forgotten why we are here and what we do. I am reminded of that reason every time I close my eyes to sleep. Every nightmare of my wife and children being gutten and eaten whilst still alive and screaming reminds me of why we are here!"
Vistalzidar's voice rose to a near shout. "Don't you ever accuse me of forgetting that, and don't you dare preach to me about my profession. You know nothing, Elf," he spat the word elf bitterly. "You are childish and single minded and until you know the workings of the world...until you've experienced life as I have, you have no right to preach to me about anything."
"I have my reasons for doing what I do...reasons your childish elven mind could not possibly comprehend." He retireved his sword belt from the back of his chair and buckled it on. "I'll not sit here and take such words from you. From here on in, I make my own way south to deal with the Death Eaters."
Vistalzidar glanced at Njord. "Your oath to me is receeded, my freind. You are free to go whichever direction you wish." He turned to the huntress. "Stay well, lady huntress."
With that, vistalzidar effected a bow and strode purposefully from the inn, vowing silently to never associate himself with elves again.

Melcanin shook her head, "You know not of what you do and for that you have my pity. Good eve young brother and may the gods keep you." She stood and strapped her heavy sword to her torso, "I take my inevitable leave, we have disbanded so soon and I should have seen such an event coming." She grumbled almost angrily, stepping outside, rage boiling within her she placed a heavy dint in the corall pole yet making sure not to frighten the horses tied to it, she walked off into the darkness of the night, severely dissappointed with what had just passed by.

Any emarassment in istalindir turned to anger, he turned and left back up the stairs to his room, slamming the door so hard the frame splintered open an inch. He hated when people treated him as a child, they were not much older than him themselves, thirty maybe fourty years, that was nothing to a species that easily outlived a thousand years! "Let them go!", he thought angrily "I will find myself new companions, some that aren't muderers who deal with the dark arts and kill thoughtlessely!"
He needed to leave this town as soon as possible, he knew that him and the people he came with were not welcome anymore.

OOC: just a bit before I go out...as soon as I get my XP disc back I'll have a computer again.
we just got together and already breaking appart, to bad I was hoping for a fight or something. Man my character is so unlike the rest of you guys :/ I'll fit in as soon as I have a computer fulltime.

Njord gpancedn from person to person as they spoke, listening to each one's argument. He sighed, and watched as the huntress and drow left and the elf went back to his room. He, however, stayed silent, and drank his ale, topping it off. He sighed again.

"Barkeep?"

The fox turned.

"Yes?"

"I've heard that barkeeps are some of the most logical and wise people in this world, so let me ask you this. Why are elves so nieve, drow so offendable and huntresses so seething?"

The fox laughed.

"That the way the gods intended them to be, my freind."

"Aye. I guess that wouldn be the case. May Odin have mercy on us all...."

He paid for all the drinks and marched up stairs, intending to find Istalindir and make peace with him. He opened a door, and saw the vampire from earlier lying on the bed. He quickly backed out, taking cover behind the door and calling around it, going a little pink.

"Heh, sorry about that, but can you listen to my proposition from here?"

He didnt wait for a answer from the other side of the door.

"We have a slight problem on our hands, or at least on mine, and I need your help. I'm afraid our merry company have broken up, and since you can approach the drow more easily than I, that you could retreive he and the huntress, while I get Istalindir. I would be deeply grateful, for this seems to be the only adventuring company who shares an objective similar to my own. Well?"

Veleanith jumped at hearing a door nearby slam shut. She had been eavesdropping on the scenario, the loud yells catching her attention and keeping it. She had figured she’d hear a little outburst from the stranger after hearing his companion talk down to him but she hadn’t been expecting all that. She started to shift beneath her sheets but stopped as her door opened up, spreading light onto her form.

The source quickly jumped to the side of the door, but judging from the shadow, she guessed it was the giant of the currently broken crew. After a pause, he spoke to her. “Heh, sorry about that, but can you listen to my proposition from here?”

Veleanith sat up, loosely wrapping the sheets about her as she waited for an explanation. He didn’t wait for her to respond and continued. “We have a slight problem on our hands, or at least on mine, and I need your help. I'm afraid our merry company has broken up, and since you can approach the Drow more easily than I, that you could retrieve he and the huntress, while I get Istalindir. I would be deeply grateful, for this seems to be the only adventuring company who shares an objective similar to my own. Well?”

She got up, letting her sheets fall to the floor. She looked around the room, picking up her top and placing it over her head. “I’ve never been one to negotiate,” She slipped into her shorts. “Though I will try just for the sake of it…and to think this probably won’t benefit me in anyway,” She chuckled, placing on her robe and making sure her bow was strapped to the inside.

Turning her gaze to the billowing curtains of her window, she fixed her robe up with an almost serious expression. “I have a feeling that we too also share the same objectives. The one thing we all have in common, or that I have in common with any of your people. However, I do not think I’ll be joining up with your crew even if it were true…not just yet. It’s nothing personal, it’s just I’m figuring I’ll bump into you people in every other town,” She threw back her head, letting loose a laugh. “From one slaughter to another!”

Veleanith shook her head, glancing back to the shadow. “In case you could not tell, I was joking. You check in with your friends and I shall get the Drow, though, do not expect any miracles of me.” She stepped onto the sill of the window, looking down into the small bustle of people. She made her usual exit, jumping from the second story onto the ground and landing gracefully.

‘Now if I were angered, where would I head?’ She placed her hands into her pockets, letting her intuition lead her around town, past closing shops and cottage homes, eventually leading her to a forest clearing. She stopped, peering from behind a tree to see the Drow caring for his horse, looking a little frustrated. Once done, he started to head up on his horse.

She placed her index finger to her chin, looking up thoughtfully. She lowered her hood, letting the night air rustle her hair about along with the leaves. She took out her bow and arrow, aiming carefully, only after satisfied with her target, letting it go. It flew to the Drow, managing to miss his cheek by mere inches. He dismounted his horse, looking around with his sword out. He lowered it at seeing who had shot the arrow. From his eyes came a look of confusion.

She stepped from behind the tree, placing her bow away and taking out only her rapier as she looked to the stranger with a sneaky glint visible in her eyes. She placed a finger to her lips, hushing any questions he might ask as she pointed her rapier to him. He lost his expression of puzzlement, raising his sword in her direction which caused her to smile. “Good…”

The two looked to each other, displaying a strange calm as the wind blew fiercely, trees rustling heavy in the wind. Veleanith allowed her robe to blow off, the greenish black jade around her neck sparkling under hints of the pale moonlight. “You might call this next move of mine underhanded but a suggestion I have is don’t look down.” She gave a half smile as he kept a steady gaze on her. She charged towards him, lunging her rapier to his chest. He jumped aside…or at least tried, but thick leaves of ivy had started to entwine themselves around his ankles. He did a sweeping movement with his sword, stepping aside and blocking her strike moments before it landed.

She cocked her head with a broad grin. “Like I said, underhanded.” She licked her lips excited, tightening her grip on her weapon as she lunged forward in a dancing motion once more. He dodged as she let loose in a flurry of strikes, he occasionally getting in a good swing or a counter. While doing the latter, he swung hard to her blade, causing her to stumble back unbalanced. He took the opportunity to do an overhead swing.

Veleanith regained her balance, but unfortunately didn’t have enough time to evade sideways and attempting a block with her rapier didn’t seem to be the best choice. She instead waited for an opening, ducking as she moved forward so that she landed in the Drow’s arms, his hands behind her holding onto his sword.

Her rapier to his neck, she purred as she wrapped a leg around his. She looked up to him. “Careful stranger, we may not ever get this close again…” She drifted off, just when Vistalzidar had let go of his blade with one hand and pulled it from behind her. He swung, she jumping back, somersaulting backwards and skidding out into a crouch position, watching for his next move...

Veleanith eyebrows scrunched together anxiously at seeing the clearing empty, save for the occasional rushing leaf. She placed a palm to the grass, not daring to get up as she looked into the shadow. It then struck her what was going on. ‘He’s manipulating me…clouding my judgment,’ She clutched onto the gem on her neck and whispered, her vision clearing and she seeing the Stranger standing in front of her.

Before she could move, he grasped her face in his hand, placing the edge of his sword to her neck. She held back a laugh, knowing it would sound as if she were delirious. She stood up slowly, he still holding onto her face and dropped her rapier to the grass, her fangs showing as she smiled. “If you can, forgive me. It’s just one of the things I’ve wanted to do with you…” She drifted off once more, allowing him to fill in the blank.

Vistalzidar released her face and placed his sword away, looking back to his horse briefly before starting to walk. “What are you doing here?”

Veleanith picked up her rapier and robe and started to walk by his side. She placed on her robe, shrugging casually. “Can I not take a walk, weapon and all, without it seeming as if I’m up to something? Honestly!” She placed away her rapier before risking a glance. “Actually, in all seriousness, I came at the request of a former companion of yours. He wishes me to bring you back with the others.”

He picked up his pace, scoffing as he made an expression of disbelief. She walked up to in front of him, crossing her arms. “I’m serious,” He stopped to look at her, then continued on, making his way past her. She caught his arm and turned him to her. “Listen…to…me,” She ordered calmly. “I overheard the conversation between you and your comrades and you have to excuse them. People have their own perspective on assassins and their motivations, only few really know what drives them or why we would partake in such a profession. Though…perhaps you were a bit hasty in making your decision to disband from them so early in the venture?” She had a thoughtful look.

“I mean, you have to at least have that fight scenario where you overcome some creature and everything comes together, the flaws and strengths of each comrade revealed. From there, that’s when you judge if you really want to stay with the motley crew,” She ran her fingers through her hair, laughing lightly. “Know I got that from somewhere, not too sure where.”

Veleanith finished her chuckling and for once became serious as she placed a hand to his cheek, moving close as she whispered. “I think I know of what you seek…it may be one and the same with what I’m looking for. Creatures from the south, eaters of the dead and dying, seen rarely, only under the light of the moon. They have slaughtered whole villages…” She searched his face for understanding. “And you believe you, yourself, as a lone warrior can tackle such a threat on your own? I do not doubt your enthusiasm on the matter, but don’t let that cloud your judgment as it would be a move in folly.” she finished, a hint of venom to her normally casual tone.

Vistalzidar looked unmoved by the statement. “You say I would be making a move in folly, and yet, you are seemingly alone and doing the same thing?

She allowed a smile to form as she moved her hand back to his hair. “True…but perhaps I’m just foolish…and I suspect I’ll bump into your group of friends halfway there,” She attained a strange expression, moving closer as she whispered quietly. “Actually, I could just join up with you all but two things are stopping me. One, the elves might not be so comfortable with a vampire in their midst. Two…” She stepped dangerously close, the two separated by less than an inch. “…we might end up becoming more than strangers…”

Unable to control herself, she slanted her head upwards, pulling him down slightly as she lightly pressed her lips to his. She kissed his lips lightly, gently, but stopped herself as he slid his lips away, turning his face with his eyes closed. She gulped heavily, backing away and placing a hand stiffly to her side. She shook away any tenseness, lowering her gaze. “Like I said…” She sighed as she started to walk away from the clearing.

“Whatever you do from here is your call. But do me a favor…if you manage to find the huntress, can you try to convince her to not go her own way? Don’t know how she’d take it from a vampire she’d never even seen before. See you stranger,” She glanced back with a smirk. “Perhaps one day we could have a real battle…just for the fun of it. But until then…” She waved goodbye, starting on her way back to the inn.

OOC: Sorry, but I sorta have a thing for makin fight scenes 😮 Hope you don't mind how I used your character, Decomp

OOC: Nah, that was awsome Midnite...don't mind one bit.

Vistalzidar watched the mysterious vampire vanish into the darkness with many conflicting emotions running through his mind. His chest ached as his heart beat at a maniacle pace and he rubbed at the spot with a wince.
His free hand drifted up to brush lightly across his lips, the feel of the kiss having lingered. Vistalzidar groaned as his knees gave way and he slumped to the ground, weepeing as the image of his dead wife swam clearly into his mind. His two children, running across the wide open green, scattering butterflies and dragon flies as their little feet disturbed the insects tranquil spring time hovering.
He raised his gaze to the heavens and let forth and inhuman wail, hammering halfheartedly at the ground with his right fist.
A crunching of leaves snapped his distraught vision down to gaze upon a figure he knew to be a work of his troubled imagination. His wife reached out a spectral hand and Vistalzidar reached out unconciously to grasp it, weeping all the more as he actually felt the contact.
"My love," his wife cooed as she slowly guided him to his feet. She reached up with her free hand and brushed the tears from his cheek. "The time for you to move on has arrived, my love. We shall exist, the children and I, within your heart forever." As she spoke, two more spectral forms appeared at his wife's side, and Vistalzidar felt his heart would explode from his chest as he gazed upon his beautiful son and daughter.
"But the time of mourning us is over, my love. There are others who depend on you and your wisdom now...there are others who hold a place in your heart," his wifes head nodded in the direction the vampire had left in. "You will need her, my handsome husband, you will need her sword and you will need her love...do not let her slip away."
Tears flowed anew from Vistalzidar's eyes as his wife stepped back from him and began walking away backwards, her eyes locked onto his. "Remember us, husband, but leave us to our fate. You cannot bring us back to the realm of the living, but you can help those who are still there. Dedicate your heart and your love to them, for if you do not, if you allow them to die because you could not bring yourself to love another, then you will most assuredly regret it at the end."
Vistalzidar dropped slowly to his knees as the spirits of his wife and children began to fade. "You are a wise man, for all your faults, my darling husband...make the wise choice...do not live to regret what you do..."
With a gust of wind that kicked up the dead leaves from the ground, his wife and children vanished into the night, leaving Vistalzidar a gutted, weeping wreck kneeling on the forest floor.
Ne'kalsa nuzzled him on the cheek and Vistalzidar reached up to stroke the stallions snout. "What do you say," he sniffed rising slowly to his feet as he tried desperately to compose himself, "shall we mend some broken bridges?" Ne'kalsa snorted and flicked his head in the affirmative.
Vistalzidar mounted and wiped the tears from his face as he stared at the spot his wife and children had vanished. "At your request, my loving wife, I would do anything," he whispered. "Even if it meant my death...Even if it meant, that I would give my heart...give my love, to another."
"Pholor ky'ov'aer!" he shouted with authority and Ne'kalsa reared with a loud neigh, landing back to the earth with hooves thudding and galloping off into the night in search of the Huntress.

((OOC: Great story comin on guys likeing it, My chacater has done nothing compared to yours lol keep it up guys.))

((Continued))
As Ismalia lifted Lanilors head she said "Tell me about her, Tell me about your sister please, but only if you want". Lanilor looked at her and said as they carried on walking.

"Of course i will tell you about her, You remind me of her because your so nice and you have blonde hair and your a girl. Ya see she was all these things but the last time saw her was when I was 6 and she was 4.
My father had sent her away because Lycans had been reported in the area in big numbers and it was not safe then when they attack there was no time to send me with her so i had to stay. The thing is that was the night that my father died because of the Lycans trying to protect me. Then I was raised by my dad's best friend who did his best to save him but to no avail. He raised me and thought me all I know, Lycans how to fight, Magic the lot. I trained all my life to kill Lycans and find my sister". He said and looked tot he ground again.
"WOW tuff, similar story for me but with out the sister and the guy raising me that was all me by myself" she said looking down aswell.

((TBC))

Melcanin rode swiftly through the heavy forest and smiled as a thick branch came into view, she extended her arms and launched herself gracefully through the trees ancient branches until she reached the top of the thick canopy, she began to sing in a hauntingly beautifull tone, a song well recognised by her people, "Et Eärello Endorenna utúlien
Sinome maruvan ar Hildinyar tenn' Ambar-metta" The last words hung in the air, her voice was more of a sirens but it was this that gave her so much resolve, the song continuing daily in her mind. She let loose an almost pained cry, more of a wolfs hcry than that of an elf.
She gaze then turned to the south, a rider, the steed heavy footed, the Drow. This made her pleased, he had passed beyond doubt and mourning now and made a final decision to seek her out.
Melcanin leapt from the branch and sumersaulted down before landed softly on the ground, whislting for her steed to arrive.

OOC: Thanx for that, Decomp, thanks bildo...hmm, so that girlie in your story is probably...and here's where I drift off for dramatic impact or sumthin of that sort 😛 Well, here's my part

Veleanith walked from the forest, her spirits partially torn when a pained moan caught her hearing. She stopped in her steps, listening to the cry turn into a tormented wail and felt herself starting to turn around. She stopped herself, clenching her fist and placing on a calm front, ignoring the shaking of her hands.

“Don’t cry, stranger…” she whispered under her breath, looking out into the distance. She bit her lip, feeling as if that was all she could do and turned around back to the city in a steady walk. She started to head back to the inn and once near it, started to reach for her silver key but felt something soft and tattered instead of cold and metallic.

She pulled it from her cloak, taking out the paper boy hat the fox boy had given her earlier. She stuck her hand into the opening, fixing it out as a smile started to play across her face. “Old, but with memories…quite lovely…heh,” She smiled, turning around and placing the cap in her hand.

Veleanith stopped beneath the opening of a window and let herself in into a small room, ragged curtains, aged bed sheets, and the foxboy sleeping, his face turned to the window. She walked up to him and leaned over, stroking a furry orange ear. He twitched his nose, making a disgruntled face as he knocked her hand away with a small paw. She giggled, catching his paw. “Wake up…” she whispered in a sing-song voice.

He snatched his paw away, trying to knock her hand aside but gave up and opened an eye groggily. He blinked in recognition, moving into a sitting position. “Miss…you came back…?” He rubbed at his eyes, letting out a small howl as he yawned. He rubbed at a tooth, watching her from one eye closely.

She took out his cap and put it in his lap. “Had to return your hat…I’m no thief of a thief,” she gave a small chuckle. “Hope you appreciate the small token of my thanks!” She stood up walking backwards from the boy. She mouthed, ‘go to sleep’ before putting on her hood and falling backward from the window.

The fox boy widened his eyes, standing up. “What do you me-” He stopped, noticing the contents of his hat fall to the floor, several golden coins shining under the dim moonlight…

Veleanith hurriedly made her way back to the inn, only stopping at spotting Njord exiting a room. She reached up and squeezed his arm, the only part of him she could reach and spoke with her gaze lowered, remembering the full events of the night. “I spoke to the stranger as you asked. I might’ve done some good,” She thought back to Vistalzidar’s cry and hugged herself. “Or none at all.” She stopped herself from rocking and looked to the giant with a smile. It was a fake one, but it was all she could summon for the moment.

“All I can say is I did my best and I wish you all the best of luck if you continue on your journey together. Possibly we’ll meet up in the next town or so…if not, tell the stranger, the Drow, tell him I said take care…and also,” She paused, wondering if she should continue. She shook her head with a weak smile. “No, that will be all. If you could deliver that message I would be grateful. Thank you, giant.”

She didn’t wait for a response and entered into her room, making sure to lock it so a repeat of what happened earlier wouldn’t occur. She threw off her clothes and took her sheets from the floor, wrapping them around her loosely. She fell face forward onto the bed, and cringed up her face into her pillow, holding back an angry scream. She eventually let it out, cursing into the pillow. She turned so that she was looking into the ceiling, the pale silver moonlight draped over her sprawled form.

Veleanith reached out her hand, reaching for what, she wasn’t sure herself. She reached out with both hands, pulling anxiously; twirling her fingertips to try and reach her invisible desire but it was useless. She dropped her hands to her side, her arms falling with a small plop to the bed. She turned her head to the side, sighing. “Wanting what I can’t have…” She shook her head and curled up into the sheets, falling asleep to a haunting melody…

Vistalzidar rode fast, through the misty forest, heedless of branches that whipped painfully at his skin as he concentrated his shadow powers on tracking down the Huntress.
He reigned up quickly, holding on tight as Ne'kalsa once again reared into the air before crashing back to the earth. Vistalzidar's keen silver eyes narrowed, glancing in all directions, seeking.
A whistle snapped his head around, and he used his knees to pressure Ne'kalsa around and gallop in the direction of the whistle. A shadow flickered in the corner of his vision and he swung hard left, following a trail of disturbed leaves and the faint sounds of hoof beats that began to reach his honed hearing.
He thought he saw a flicker of horse tail, but in mere moments the way ahead was clear again. Shaking his head, he swung Ne'kalsa right at the sound of snapping twigs and again, the horse tail teased his vision.
"Stop playing these games!" He growled angrily. He kicked Ne'kalsa hard and the stallion snorted his disapproval as he launched forwards after the Huntress.
Finally, her mount came properly into veiw, and Vistalzidar could make out the Huntress' shadowed form atop the animal. Her laughter filtered back to him and Vistalzidar found himself smiling slightly, despite his anger. He shook his head and his serious expression returned as he pulled the bow from his back and nocked a silver arrow.
Steering his stallion with his knees, Vistalzidar let fly, the arrow speeding forth and lodging in the branch of a tree directly before the Huntress, sending fragments ofbark spraying over her. The Huntress' horse reared and Vistalzidar took the opportunity to ram her, sending both them and their horses tumbling to the ground.
Vistalzidar cursed loudly and struggled to his feet, only to find the point of an elven broadsword at his throat, a wild eyed Huntress staring up its length at him.
Vistalzidar relaxed, making sure she knew he would not go for his sword. "Tell me, Huntress, do you enjoy playing these games with me?" He asked cautiously. "For I have to say, I care for them not."