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| Hecate | Thu Dec 18, 2008 1:40 am Post #1 |
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Hecate scanned through the thick foliage, searching for some clue of Saeborn’s location. Finally, she managed to discover the insane druid’s hideout. The mad mage had a small encampment around five hundred feet away from her. The witch quietly yet swiftly approached within one hundred feet of the camp. The druid’s site was a small clearing, with looming twisted trees surrounding it menacingly. She was at last able to discover Saeborn’s location. The druid had a small fire going in the middle, a small log to sit upon, and a hideous pile of bones and other extremities. Although it took her a few moments, she was finally able to decipher Saeborn’s situation. The young man was locked inside the most twisted and dark giant tree. The front of the plant had been carved out and hallowed out. A wooden gate stood between her and her adventuring companion. The two of them had been casually strolling through the Norwood forest. Nothing seemed out of place peculiar. Everything was bright and pristine, in tip top condition. Since the weather was so comfortable, especially to wildlife, Hecate concluded that she could allow her animal companions free reign of the forest. She permitted them to go among the forest as they felt fit. The witch had received no foul signs or premonitions of danger in the day, and since the sun had radiated good feelings and the sky shone with the brightness that screamed happiness, she felt that she could round the parade of animals up later, and enjoy solitary time with the ranger. They strolled through the forest at their leisure, sometimes stopping to observe a lone doe, at other times to inspect a bizarre tree. They enjoyed each other’s company, talking not to get to know each other but rather be with another’s company. She was unsure if Saeborn felt the same loneliness that she felt, but she knew that spending time with him, in fact anyone, surly cured it. Being so in tuned with nature usually separated her from people, which made a dark lonely cloud settle over her heart. Having such good company around made those clouds disappear and a bright and smiling sun pour over her. She giggled and laughed with her soul feeling warm. She was having a marvelous day. That was until the forest grew dark, and the trees began to whisper. They didn’t whisper to the two once lonely people walking almost cautiously through a forest filled with nothing but trees. They whispered amongst themselves, spreading the secret. “A newcomer is in the forest,” they spread around. Before Hecate or Saeborn could realize it, the forest new of where they were. All the trees loomed in their way, the underbrush trying their hardest to cling on their clothes, tear away anything they could, whether it be flesh or clothes. The trees huddled their bare branches together, hiding away the sun, darkening the already dark forest. Hecate was worried, but her worry was intensified when she saw the omen. She saw it only in a flash. Saeborn had made a slight joke to lighten the mood. She giggled a little, and then looked into his brighter-than-the-sun eyes. But she didn’t see his brighter-than-the-sun eyes. What she saw was him with a wild look, a look that screamed for help, help she was unable to give. She gasped, even screamed a little. The divination ended as soon as it started, and before she realized it she was staring into his brighter-than-the-sun eyes. Hecate was stunned. The perfect day, perfect lighting, perfect weather, perfect company (she might even consider more than perfect), and a perfect forest. Something was wrong, everything was changing. And the moderately serene occasion of a slightly depressing forest and startling premonition changed as well. A wild and crazy man leapt out from behind one of the dark trees. He was wearing pelts, with wild hair and wilder eyes. His darker-than-the-night eyes resonated such evil and insanity that Hecate looked away. Saeborn was struck upon the head with the crazy man’s bone club. The ranger whom she had grown to enjoy so much collapsed with a disheveled grunt. She drew her dagger, stabbing at the man who heaved up Saeborn . The druid nimbly dodged, racing away. She chased after him, wildly slashing her dagger at the impeding foliage. The druid masterfully skipped past the tripping roots and tearing braches. His control of the wilderness was expertise. She was forced to stop and catch her breath, leaving her to where she was now, staring straight into Saeborn’s brighter-than-the-sun eyes. She had to do something to rescue him. She drew her dagger, evaluating the situation. The wild man was sitting on the log, cooking the most peculiar piece of meat she had ever seen. She was facing the druid’s back, and Saeborn was facing his front. Suddenly, as the man took a huge chunk out of the meat, she was struck with an overwhelming wave of confidence. Some of the trees seemed to part, shining light over the druid. It was her time. Fate had dictated that it was so. She lunged at the druid, her dagger sinking deeply into the crazy man’s shoulder. She didn’t know how Saeborn could escape, but she had at least managed to distract the man. She clung to his filthy back, skewering the dagger into his shoulder. He threw her off, drawing his bone club. She rose, holding her dagger in a defensive stance. He roared, lunging with a ferocity only matched by starving bears. She dodged her petite and nimble agility quite contrary to his lumbering and brutal attacks. “Die!” she roared in her rhythmic voice, forcing her dagger through his ribs. He screamed, clutching his side. He jumped back, bringing his hand to his side. She focused on her foe, seeing what trick he might pull on her and her companion. She could only prepare that Saeborn would escape. |
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| Saeborn | Thu Dec 18, 2008 4:08 am Post #2 |
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The crusty old druid sat there in front of what was now Saeborns cell. He took all his weapons and stashed them next to the large pile of crude looking bones. Waking up from a deep slumber the half elf gasped and grabbed the back of his head where blood and clumps of hair stained his hands. The pain pierced through his body, disabling him from any quick movements. The cell smelled of death and burned wood. It was quite large for being inside a hallowed out tree. A large bump had formed on the back of his head where the bone club had brutally been rammed into his skull. On top of the bump was a large gash increasing the intense pain. As he lay there grabbing his head and screaming in pain he tried to gasp for a breath. Finally stabilizing his breath pattern, he stood up slowly to study his surroundings. To his left were chains with old bones that had been there long ago. He said to himself in a quiet grumble ”That explains the smell. I wonder how I can get out of here.”. Slowly he walked through the gloomy cell. Finally he found a set of steps. Climbing up them he removed a large slab of bark revealing the wrought iron bars that had been bolted onto the tree. The sun streamed into the dark cell, the room lit up like a sun. Blood spattered along the walls forming words. Examining them closer he saw they spelt names, and poems of death and sorrow. The room seemed to get heavier and heavier of a weight on his heart as Saeborn read the stories of those who had been killed and eaten by the evil druid. A loud laugh came from outside the prison. Walking up the steps of his cell and peering out the cell door he found the druid staring directly into his eyes. His eyes seemed so caring at first until he blinked. His eyes flashed read and the pure black. As he smiled and laughed mocking the half elf the stench of his breath filled the cell. His yellow teeth seemed brighter than the Sunday morning sun. His wicked and raspy voice said the Saeborn ”I see you have awaken from your slumber. You were easy game and so was your frail friend. You were no match for my superior melee skills.”. The sense of fear overcame Saeborns body as he yelled at the hideous man ”WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HER!”. Once again the obnoxious laughter boomed. He walked away picking up a half eaten body wearing the same exact clothing as Hecate, a small dagger attached to her leg. ”Any more questions?” the man squealed. ”HOW DARE YOU! When I get out of here I will take your head and pull it off with my bare hands! I will avenge her death. I will slice your body into bits and feed them to the wild animals that roam this evil forest! But first I will cut you, heal you, and cut you again. I will pull your eyes out with my own fingers and feed them to the crows.”. The man laughed once more and returned to his log to feed on his large piece of meat which Saeborn was sure was Hecate. Tears engulfed Saeborns face like an overflowed river after a storm. The memories of Hecate and himself filled his thoughts. The good times they had together on their journeys. Closing his eyes he knelt down and wished everything was back to normal. A loud scream came from the camp. The scream was not of a man but of a woman. Shortly another scream was let out but this time from a man. A spring of hope jumped into Saeborn sad soul as he rushed to see what was happening. Hecate stood there behind the druid. To Saeborns surprise Hecate was digging her sleek dagger into the mans shoulder. His attitude changed greatly as a smile grew across his face. In such times as this the one person he least expected to see made him start to smile in such gruesome situations. Her presence made him completely forget about the pain his body was in. Her beautiful brown eyes gleamed in the little sun the trees didn’t block. Once again he found himself in love. A feeling he never thought he would feel towards anyone again. A small metal chalice lay on the bench next to where the man had been sitting. Looking at it he concentrated all his energy into his fingers. A series of white magic rings shot from his hands propelling the cup forward hitting the druid in the back of the knee. He collapsed onto the earth grasping his leg in pain. Gertrude, Saeborns Musfa, came to the cell gate surprising Saeborn. She quickly withdrew her steel like claws and slashed at the lock on the door till it fell to the floor. Swinging the gate open, he petted the cat like creature on the head in thanks and then motioned for her to leave. Quickly Saeborn ran over to the stack of his belongings. He picked up his staff and charged at the druid attempting to hit Hecate with his club. Swinging his staff he jammed it into the back of the older druid, pushing him back to the floor once more. The club fell from his hands during his fall and was immediately kicked away. Lying the mans legs and arms against a tree trunk, he bent them till they all snapped. With his arms and legs broken the druid would no longer be a problem to the both of them. He turned to Hecate and grasped her, holding her tightly into his arms. Looking back at her face, he slowly came in and kissed her rose colored lips, looking into her brown eyes at the same time. He had waited for the right moment to make a move and the timing was perfect. He said to her quickly ”Turn around and close your eyes. Make sure not to look back for any reason until I tell you for I have some unfinished bisness with this horrid man. Saeborn took his fingers and propped open the druids eyelids revealing his black soulless eyes. Placing his palms over each one of his eyes he mumbled ”Hórolin Cominér!”. A large flash of white light appeared from Saeborns hands burning the mans retina, temporarily blinding him. The thought of what he had done haunted him but he continued to laugh. Dragging the man by his arms, Saeborn pulled him into the cell. Walking out he closed the cell door and propped a log against it holding it shut. |
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| Hecate | Sat Dec 20, 2008 10:05 pm Post #3 |
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Hecate's mind was abuzz. She was lunging into combat for a man she barely knew, yet understood so well. She was risking her life, which was so precious to her, for a man she hardly cared for at all, yet cared so much about. It was strange, stranger than anything before. However she was willing to risk it all for a man she could never love, yet loved so much. Something was wrong, yet right. Her world of what could be and what was had turned to what couldn't be yet was even though it broke her own codes, her own standards. She expected everything, that was her gift of divination. However, fate had hidden from her what could of been the most important foreboding of all. Before the wild druid lunged, Saeborn beat him down with his staff. Her savior then proceeded to break the crazy druid's arms and legs, destroying the threat and ensuring their safety. Then, in one passionate moment the ranger and her savior swooped down. He held her in his arms, looked into her eyes. She stared back into his brighter-than-the-sun eyes, kissing him dearly. Electricity jolted through her with the excitement. As their lips parted, she smiled at his beautiful face, comforted by the strength in his arms, by the heaving of his breath, by being with him. ”Turn around and close your eyes. Make sure not to look back for any reason until I tell you for I have some unfinished business with this horrid man," he told her. She turned away as he commanded. She wasn't obeying him because she was obedient, but rather because she didn't want to lose the romantic moment. Now, Saeborn was a mighty warrior, her savior, her rescuer. She didn't want him to transform into monster, a killer, a torturer. Watching him do what was admittedly and regrettably what must be done would ruin such a passionate moment. Being the loving woman she was, she was not willing to lose the magic in the time she had. She released Saeborn and allowed him to do his deed. While he was playing vigilante, she explored her surroundings. The forest was dark, the trees now shading out any sunlight there was. Now that Saeborn was gone, the area seemed so much more darker and the evil was deeper, the malice thicker. Her dagger lay at her side, her fingers wrapping themselves around the hilt of the thirsty blade. She noticed a bush that was very artificial, placed obviously in an area were no vegetation would grow. The corner in which the plant was placed could have been the darkest corner of the forest. The bush was in front of a thick tree. She moved aside the little plant, which rolled away simply at her mere touch. When she looked inside, she was in awe. A stash of thousands and thousands of gold was hidden within that dark crevice. There was more gold than would be on simple travelers. On top of the huge stack laid a scroll. She reached in gingerly and read the parchment. On it said: "Head north 357 paces, west 65 paces, and north west another 1250 paces. Bring back the merchandise in tact and without harm. Men pay 50 gold and women pay 75 gold." Her mind began to race as she comprehended the situation. The evil druid was not merely a crazy wild man who was out for flesh. He was out for profit. Either another druid, renegade bandit, or corrupted fey was marketing a slave business. The druid was the capturer who brought the 'merchandise' to whoever was selling the poor souls. She took the scroll and rolled the bush in front of the tree again. She left the gold, for it was against her nature to take such an amount of money. And she dare not tell Saeborn as well, for if he were to be tempted by such greed, her vision of him would disintegrate. She would not allow that. Saeborn was just finishing with his foe, locking the foe into the prison which had recently held him. She was overcome by his strong arms, his valiant features, his deep eyes. Hecate briskly paced over to him, suddenly washed away by him. Her heart glowed with the warmth of love. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him near. Her eyes met with his, their glow so illuminating it felt as if he stared deep into his heart. She brought her lips up to his, kissing him passionately. Her body felt as if she was floating with him, away into where ever he might take her. He was risky, dangerous. But that was what made him amazing. When her lips finally parted, she gave him a forlorn look as if she could stay there forever in his arms. "I am sorry for the pain, That gave you no gain, But now a quest ensues, When I found this clue," She said, motioning to the scroll, "The druid keeps slaves, In that dark cave, So he can bring to someone Who can make money from their fun," she said. Finally she was overwhelmed by Saeborn, his beauty, his valiance, his features. She whispered to him finally, "I love you Now let us shoo." Saeborn was the only person she said "I love you" to, other than her mother so many years ago. She was sweept away by the valiant ranger. |
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| Saeborn | Tue Dec 23, 2008 2:38 am Post #4 |
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Walking back to Hecate, they joined back together with a long kiss. Saeborn took his hand and rubbed it along the side of her face and through her long, silky brown hair. Once separated, Hecate showed the half elf a small scroll which he gently took from her soft, petite hands. Unrolling the paper he read aloud ” Head north 357 paces, west 65 paces, and North West another 1250 paces. Bring back the merchandise in tact and without harm. Men pay 50 gold and women pay 75 gold.". The scroll aroused interest deep within his head. ”I am sorry for the pain, That gave you no gain, But now a quest ensues, When I found this clue," She said, motioning to the scroll, "The druid keeps slaves, In that dark cave, So he can bring to someone Who can make money from their fun," Although the rhymes were irritating, he found them soothing when they came smoothly from her mouth. Quickly he strode to a large tree surrounded by rocks. He circled them till he found the green fungi that grew on the coarse surface of the stones and tree. Looking straight ahead he pointed in the direction and turned his head to face his new found love. He yelled over to her ”The moss always grows on the north side of the rock. The sun hits the rock less causing it to be cooler on the north side. Here is the way north.”. He paced himself as he walked back to Hecate when he was blown away at her beautiful complexion. There was a small breeze which was causing her hair to flip back into the wind. It seemed as if time had slowed down for the better. He reached out and took her hand into his own, pulling her closer. Saeborn stared into her passionate eyes as she said to him ”I love you Now let us shoo." The words blew him away. The moment was so perfect, almost nothing could ruin it. Looking even deeper into her eyes, it was as if he was examining her feelings. He could tell that she meant what she spoke. For the first time without feeling guilty he could tell her what he had been holding back but never had the chance to say it. He put his face even closer too hers as if they were about to kiss but instead said to her in the most sincere voice ”I love you more than a thousand suns.”. He walked back to the tree and signaled for her to follow him down through the dark and evil woods to save the slaves. To keep his count he said aloud ”One, two, three, four, five…”. |
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| Hecate | Tue Dec 23, 2008 3:34 am Post #5 |
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Hecate stayed in Saeborn's arms as he came in close to share their lives together with their lips. But before their lips closed in a passionate embrace, he whispered delicately, "I love you more than a thousand suns." A soft smile played across her lips. She felt his warm breath heat up her face. The moment was electric, passionate, heated. She wanted badly to bring their faces together to make that moment complete. She wanted to run her hands through his long flowing hair, to whisper to him how she loved him, to let him now just as he did. Her delicate hands rested across his back in their embrace, feeling the rhythm of his breathing. The moment lasted as long as a lifetime. Her brown eyes gazed up at his. She was entranced by his gaze. His eyes affixed to hers. Saeborn was reading her, he knew her, only as lovers could. She had found someone she could truly be with. They parted finally after that moment which lasted a lifetime. Her hand dragged away from his strong body, her gaze turned forlorn as if she could be held by him forever. And she would have liked to stay longer in his safe and strong arms, but they had to save those poor captives. Their eyes connected one last time last time. His shining eyes sent shivers down her spine. Hecate was unsure whether or not she truly found love or was playing a fools game with more foolish emotions. Whatever the case was, she was enjoying the games she was playing, no matter the falsity of them. She was upset by the lack of signs she received. Of course she received the signs from Saeborn, but the signs she lacked were from fate. Being the diviner she was, she expected some sort of signal about the love to be. However, no matter how many times she inquired, nothing showed. Luckily, she hadn't allowed divination magic to envelope her. Some witches and warlocks allowed the magic to swallow them. They became so obsessed with knowing that they abandoned everything else. She made certain that didn't happen. She actually started to enjoy the not knowing, the spontaneous kiss, the even more spontaneous and unbelievable 'I love you'. The budding romance was enjoyable and unpredictable. The rules of the game didn't call for predetermined knowledge. The couple wandered further and further into the forest. The dark atmosphere enveloped them. At some moments, she huddled closer to Saeborn, clutching his hand desperately with fear. The forest was dark and uninviting. The only thing reassuring was the soothing calm voice of Saeborn counting each step, deciphering each direction, leading them valiantly through the dark forest. He was her hero, defending her from the unimaginable (maybe even imaginary) creatures of the forest. Finally, they arrived at their destination. A similar, yet larger, tree prison lay opposite of them. It was guarded by two wicked looking trolls, each bearing a vicious club that smiled greedily at them. Sitting facing the slaves counting gold coins was a dwarf size pixie. It had small blue wings that accompanied its small body. Its features, however, were twisted and hideous, abominations for the averagely beautiful fay. She whispered, barely audible, to Saeborn, "O my love, When push comes to shove, We must kill these foul things which gave, no freedom to those poor slaves." She made sure to say "O my love," as passionately as possible, with a seductive tongue tongue that danced across her teeth. She was testing herself, to see if she was telling him that because she was giving in to her base instincts or because she found a genuine being she could share genuine feelings too. She felt that being tricked would only result in a horrid defeat. She drew her dagger, awaiting a plan from Saeborn. |
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| Saeborn | Tue Dec 23, 2008 5:03 pm Post #6 |
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Finally they came to the end, with Hecate in his hand. They hid behind a large tree and peered over the side revealing a large tree prison exactly like the one where he had been held. Two large trolls stood by the doors of the cell, their bone clubs held high. It was time at last to save the slaves. He stared at the biggest of the two troll’s eyes. They seemed to glow a vibrant yellow. Pulling his bow from his side, Saeborn lay on the ground watching every move. It seemed after a short time they would switch guards. Once switched, the old guards proceeded into a small white tent but none ever came out. Instead they came from another tent, both of which were parallel from one another. Timing was eminent. In order to be successful in their raid, they must attack when the guards were switching. He sat at the base of the tree and told Hecate his plan. Waiting for darkness to fall… Finally all was black except for the faint glow of the fire which was now only embers. There was barely enough light to see the outline of objects. He looked to Hecate and said ”Its time. Follow my lead.”. Quietly he walked along the edge of the forest. Dried leaves and dead branches crunched under his foot threatening to blow his cover. Finally he arrived behind the tree prison, the guards completely clueless that their hearts were about to stop beating. Saeborn signaled over to Hecate to take the other guard and explained to her to wait for his signal. Quietly he tip toed in the center of the tents. He extended his arms, one hand facing each of the white tents. The guards soon rotated positions. The timing was perfect. Once the new guards stepped in front of the tree Saeborn screamed ”Jatira Kiando”. Sparks flew from his fingertips quickly engulfing the tents into flames. He ran to the guards at the tree with his staff in hand, yelling as the whacked the troll on the arm with the crude stick. Saeborn expected to see five guards running out of the now burned down tents but still nothing. Paying attention to his foe once more, the troll swung the bone club at Saeborn sending him flying backwards. Returning to his feet, he was greeted by another blow but this time to his arm. His left arm throbbed in pain as he looked at the troll charging at him. With quick reaction he held his and out and said ” Hórolin Cominér!”. Bright light pulsed from his palms, causing the troll to sway back and forth. Picking up his staff, he charged at the blinded troll striking him in the bare stomach. The fool fell to the floor grimacing in pain. Grabbing the trolls neck Saeborn twisted it to the side in a quick motion, and the troll fell to the floor, dead. After helping Hecate finish her troll, he hugged her and kissed her once more in joy that she was still in his presence. She made him so happy, he could barely believe she was real and not just a mere dream. She was truly a miracle from the gods answering his prayers. Searching the remains of the burned down tents, the half elf was shocked at what he had found. Gold, armor, and other things that would bring riches to him and his family littered the floor. He scooped the gold into his hands stuffing it into his pockets. When he realized what he was doing. He was acting no better than those horrid trolls. He calmly emptied his pockets and walked over to the cell, breaking the lock with his foot. He crawled inside to find no one. There were traces of life but not a soul. Rummaging through the cell, trying to find what they must have been hiding. To his surprise a large bookcase stood against a bare wall. One by one he pulled books of the shelf searching them for anything they might contain. Opening one he found it had been carved out and a key placed inside. The key was gem encrusted at the handle and the teeth were cut out like he had never seen before. He took and threw the bookshelf to the floor to reveal a door behind it. Unlocking the door, he stepped inside to a large hallway. It seemed to extend for ever with turns and doors about every wall. Slowly he stepped inside the room and crept down the dirt hallway coming upon the first door. |
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| Hecate | Tue Dec 23, 2008 11:17 pm Post #7 |
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Hecate waited wordlessly with Saeborn, her fingers wrapped around the cold hilt of the greedy dagger. It shone with an unnecessary bloodlust. It wanted to pierce its hungry fangs into the flesh of the foul guards, to cut its way through flesh and bone, to feel the last of the warm blood grow cold, to be ripped from the flesh it so hungrily devoured. Her dagger was menacing, and her personifications of it frightened her. However, she was overcome with grim determination. Killing was a necessary thing. The cycle of life and death existed and needed to be practiced. Eat or be eaten was the law of nature. And her dagger was a predator looking for its prey: the flesh of greedy trolls, soon to be faced by greedier blades. They waited through the night, and during one point, the twisted pixie disappeared. It was no matter, they would find him. Saeborn whispered to Hecate, "Its time, follow my lead." She nodded, her fingers turning white due to the intense pressure she forced on her blade's hilt as she clenched her fists with nervous energy. They walked around the clearing, at last arriving at the two guards watching patiently over their game. Saeborn lunged forward, burning the tents to the ground. Oddly enough, no foe escaped from the flame. Were all of the resting guards dead, or escaped through some unknown way? Hecate was unsure, but quickly put it in the back of her mind. Her foe was a vicious troll with a crude club made out of a twisted and gnarled branch. She lunged at the troll with her dagger, feinted her upward move down to a lower cut aimed at its legs. It was unaware of her attack, and roared with pain as the cold blade made its incision in his flesh. He swung his own club over his head, aiming it down on Hecate's skull. She quickly side stepped the blow, ignoring the club as it smashed into the ground, bringing up a cloud of dust. While he brought his club up for another attack, she lunged again; piercing and extracting blade twice before she retreated back to her defensive stance. 'I need to finish this fight!' thought the weary witch. But before she could think any more desperate thoughts, the troll's club bashed her side. She was flung over to edge of the clearing, winded and bleeding a bit out of her mouth. She rose, wiping her jaw and lunging as the troll again tried to retrieve his club lodged deep within a tree. Before he could free his weapon, he was impaled in the face. His features screwed into a look of utter horror. He collapsed to the ground, blood and a brains oozing into the ground. The strange partially liquid mixture of grey and crimson disgusted Hecate. She ignored it headed back to Saeborn. They reunited once more. She wrapped her arms around his heaving body, happy that they were both alive to share more of their love with each other. Their lips met in another electric moment with passion. She gave him her same forlorn look as their cherry red lips parted from their moment. They were victorious and deserved the celebration of being together in that moment. Hecate searched the remains of one tent as Saeborn searched another. No remains or bones of any kind were in her tent. When she glanced to Saeborn, she saw him replacing treasures similar to the ones resting inside her tent. She was proud of him. He resisted temptation, replacing his greed with valiance and heroism. She smiled his direction and proceeded with him to the cell. He broke the lock with one swift kick. She stood and admired him while he did away with the petty control. He was strong and powerful, mighty, beautiful. Her eyes traced down his body, admiring him and smiling all the while. Her mind quickly snapped back into reality as the door slammed open. Inside were signs of life, yet no slave to speak of. An out of place bookshelf stood against one wall. Hecate knew exactly what Saeborn was doing when he began to rip all the books out of the wall. She was relieved when he procured a key and then discovered the door behind the bookshelf. They unlocked the door and headed down the dark and dank hallway. It was headed underground through a dungeon of some sort. The couple arrived at a door. She drew her dagger and wordlessly opened it with a single glance at Saeborn. Inside were three tables piled with disgusting foods. Nameless parts of cows and pigs were stacked on platters and trays. Each tray was attended by a despicable fey. The creatures were twisted pixies, dryads, fairies, and other forest creatures. They were variations of pink, red, and blue with horrid wings that were leathery like bats. They all turned and glared at Saeborn and Hecate. Each one drew a dagger or sword of some kind, and charged in a miniature army of miniature warriors. is |
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| Saeborn | Wed Dec 24, 2008 5:05 pm Post #8 |
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Hecate slowly opened the door, inside it was filled with rather large smelly raw and cooked meat. Horrid fey all stood on the table gorging themselves. Saeborn took steps inside the room, and the pixies all picked up their weapons and charged over on their little wings. The little ones looked like a swarm of large bees, their wings all hummed as they struggled to lift the fat bodies of the Fey. Lifting his hands he shouted the spell and light pulsed from his palms. The pixies started to fly into the wall, some feinted, and the rest just died. Their tiny hearts were easily scared by loud noises and light. The sight of the pixies flying into the walls was humorous causing Saeborn to fall to the ground in heavy laughter. Picking himself off of the floor, he went to the large metal door, locking it behind him. Oddly enough the lock of the door was on the outside which was good. When they regained themselves they would be stuck in the room. Slowly he walked over to the next door, swinging it open he revealed a room full of books, and tables. The room was a giant library; there was a large book in the center of the room on a tall Pedi stool. Flipping through the pages, Saeborn realized that the book was full of spells and incantations. Something did not make sense. Since when did trolls use magic? Saeborn walked to a bookshelf knocking it over. The books fell to the floor some open and some closed. Behind the bookcase was a large blueprint of a city. Someone did not want them to see what they did; they went to great lengths to hide it. Was there an underground city somewhere? The loud crash of the book shelf must have alerted the people of the underground cavern. Three guards walked into the room carrying large double headed flails. The spiky balls flew around in a circle as the guards snarled and growled at the presence of the intruders. |
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| Hecate | Wed Dec 31, 2008 11:06 pm Post #9 |
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Hecate stared in grim determination at her foes. The pixies and fairies all nervously moved their way towards the couple. Before she could react, Saeborn's ingenious use of magic burst through the room brighter than lightning, illuminating the look of horror and fear in the eyes of the maniacal little monsters. The fay began to fall to the ground, dying, or bumping around the room, blinder than an ancient elf. Saeborn began to laugh at their games, clutching his chest while he did so. She could only allow a little chuckle out herself. She didn't find anything about the matter amusing, but found that seeing Saeborn enjoy himself so raised her spirits greatly. His cheeriness linked to her dreariness and lightened her mood. That was one sign she was truly in love with him. Saeborn could be laughing at the death of new born babies, and she would still laugh with him. No matter how disgusting the circumstances or unspeakable the terms, she still found it impossible to be silent while he let out his laugh. She smiled and quickly followed him out of the room. Saeborn locked the door, and they were on their way down the tunnel again. Not before long, they reached another door. Saeborn quickly began ripping down bookshelves and books and anything else in the room. She joined in, ripping down everything she could find. After a little while of destruction, they came across a sheet of blue paper pasted across the dank stone wall. She spent a while inspecting the paper, unable to truly decipher what the complex diagrams and difficult pictures meant. Only when she noticed the room they were in now and the room they just left did she understand that it was a blueprint. However, the area of the blueprint seemed much larger than that of what she expected. In fact, the blueprint was for a much larger scale. It seemed to be in proportion with a big, no large city. Hecate gulped, swallowing fear gathering in her throat. Before she could discuss the matter further, three guards with wicked flails and wickeder glares charged in. She drew her dagger instinctively, her heart bubbling with fear at the sight of the gigantic warriors. One of the warriors swung with his vicious flail. She ducked, extending her leg out to trip the giant while he dislodged his mace from the wall. But rather than the warrior falling and crashing to the ground, the remained were he stood. Rather, her leg collided with a thud against his massive leg, as thick as a tree trunk. She knew now that she was prone, she needed to incapacitate him before he could react and possibly kill her. She channeled all her energy down her long leg, freezing the giant were he stood. The massive beast was in mid swing before he was stopped in his tracks. Before she had time to shatter her foe, the second giant was already charging. She sidestepped, but too late. She managed to avoid most of the blow, but the warrior's flail clipped the side of her stomach. She collapsed to the ground, clutching her side in pain. The stinging pain was severe, but the wound did little permanent damage. However, the pain was enough to make her grab her side and collapse to the ground. The second giant brought his humongous weapon above his head, preparing to bring it down upon the supine witch. |
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| Saeborn | Wed Jan 7, 2009 2:10 am Post #10 |
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A cold breeze flew into the room as the guards smashed open the door. A brief sense of fear slipped through his body as the three massive trolls stepped over the thresh hold. Flails and bastard swords in hand, they moved closer and closer. Reaching to his sides, Saeborn released the swords from their sheaths. Their frost blue hilts were covered in snow, their blades glowing a feint blue. The dark room seemed to glow a feint blue like a winter morning. Pulling the swords to shoulder height, the half elf kneeled, pointing his sword tips towards the ground. His white hair covered his face as he let down his head. Lifting his head back once again, he snarled and charged at the three trolls. He swung his sword slicing through their armor like paper. Blood seeped from the open wound, pouring into one large puddle at their feet. They all turned their attention to Hecate. Swinging their flail, they struck her on her stomach. She fell to the floor, grasping her stomach in pain. Reaching her leg out, she swept along the trolls green, hoary leg. Her foe started to freeze, his legs turned to pure ice, slowly the ice advanced up his body until he was solid ice. Hecate lay on the floor, helpless as a lost puppy. A troll stood over her, bleeding blood next to her body. Its sword was positioned over his head, ready to slice her frail body in half. The half elf jumped forward slicing at the giant’s leg. The sharp sword cut the trolls leg of at his thigh. The clean cut quickly spurted out blood; the severed green leg lay on the floor. The ugly being fell to the ground quickly from the loss of blood, dead. The last giant still stood near the entryway, grasping his chest, moaning in pain. He began to curse at Saeborn and Hecate in his language. The half elf closed his eyes momentarily, chanting a few words in his own language. Balls composed of thorny vines swarmed in circles around Saeborn’s body. Shielding him from any attacks brought upon him from anyone. Reaching his swords foreword, Saeborn stabbed the giant through its belly. The blades of the swords glided through the troll’s body jutting out from his spine. Looking over to Hecate, the half elf reached his hands foreword in a loving manor, in an attempt to help her up and join in a passionate kiss. Kicking over the limp body of the Troll, Saeborn pulled his twin swords from the belly of the beast. The room smelled of blood, at the first sign of the smell Saeborn began to grit his teeth. The blood covered the dirt floor in puddles like rugs. Looking towards the frozen one, he kicked it over. The crystal like bits scattered the floor in large and small chunks. Once again his head throbbed from the bash he had received from the bone club. Once again his head started to bleed from the pressure he built from the fights excitement. Ripping a piece of cloth from the troll’s oversized shirt, he tied it around his head for a bandage. Walking out of the blood tainted room; he stepped across the hall way to the second to last door. Slowly he crept into the dark room, careful not to make a sound. |
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| Hecate | Thu Jan 8, 2009 3:05 am Post #11 |
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Hecate merely watched in fear and desperation as the monster's mighty flail waved high above her head. She clutched her side, tears stinging to her eyes, preparing herself for a death she was so certain would be arriving soon. Her life was going to end, to stop and never exist again. Suddenly, she was overcome with a sense of relief. At least she had loved, and given her love to a man who deserved it. As soon as the relief washed over her in a comforting blanket of warmth, it left, darting away and only leaving the cold. She certainly had loved, pouring the entire contents of her full heart into the ranger who swept her away at their first uneventful encounter. She had certainly loved. However, she still had much more to pour out on Saeborn, whether he wanted it or not. She was infatuated with him, and wasn't prepared to leave him alone in the world without a witch to love him, to share grief with, to exchange passion with, to adventure in the darkest parts of the world and experience glorious victories with. Leaving the world couldn't be allowed. She couldn't leave Saeborn. She couldn't possible fathom not seeing his face one last time. She couldn't imagine not being able to stroke back his silver hair when they awoke together in the morning, not gazing into shining green eyes, not admiring his sculpting figure, not kissing his longing lips, not spending another passionate moment with. To die would be okay. To live without him would not. Before she could shed another tear over her misfortune, a sword jutted through the chest. Blood jetted out of the wound, splashing on the cold ground just before her. The beast collapsed, and above him stood her rescuer. Saeborn's green eyes shone with love and affection. She took his hand, rising to him. Before she could thank him or glance another time into the eyes she missed moments ago, he swooped her into his arms. They locked in a passionate embrace. Their lips locked in a single electric moment. She held herself in him, holding him tight as if never to leave. Before they parted another time, she gave him her same look, as if to say, 'I can spend my life in your arms.' Hecate covered her ears as Saeborn knocked over the next frozen beast, the horrible monster shattering in a more horrible noise. The ranger bandaged his head, and before they could share another word, they were off. Even though she wanted to share time with him and just sit down in the cavern and talk with him, kiss him and spend time with him, she knew it was too dangerous. Once they were away from this cursed tunnel and departed from the fiendish monsters of the twisted woods with trees darker than the wizards who created them, they would spend time together. Perhaps they would lay under a tree in the Norwood forest? Or maybe live a life time in each other's arms next to the Richimon Lake or Memphian falls? No matter what, as long it was with him-and in a safe location- it was alright with her. They proceeded down the dark hallway, arriving at the second to last door. Saeborn cracked the door open, striding in, careful not to make a sound. She followed suite, making certain to remain quite. Before her eyes adjusted fully to the darkness, a bright light pierced the darkness, which receded like a defeated animal. In the room stood a single wizard with dark robes swirling around him menacingly. His skull staff spewed forth the harsh light, piercing through the darkness Hecate would of thought he would enjoyed. One odd thing about the wizard was his race; he was human, not fey or troll. 'He must be a leader,' thought Hecate, 'maybe even some sort of mastermind behind this whole dark operation!' The witch drew her dagger with grim determination and with cold efficiency, ready to defeat the dark wizard and protect Saeborn simultaneously. |
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