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Post by Irishman on Nov 13, 2009 1:44:39 GMT -5
*Taking that as an invitation, he lightly clasped her hand in his. Looking into her eyes again, he said, "Oh, well, you fell asleep by the fire, so I carried you up and placed you in the bed. I didn't feel right leaving you downstairs, although others have slept in the front room on occasion. I hope you didn't mind."
*Feeling very close to the woman, he turned to head down the steps.*
"They really do lay a good breakfast here. And it doesn't cost much at all. Oh and the room is your's for as long as you need it. So if you were staying longer. ." he says with the slightest hint of hope in his voice.
" Where are my manners? I have barely even met you and here I am trying to plan your life."
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Post by Bre'Cheye on Nov 13, 2009 7:49:33 GMT -5
She let out her breath slowly at hearing the explanation of how she had arrived in the room in which she slept. Even though she felt relieved, her heart was racing madly and threatening to burst from her chest. With her hand now clasped within his, for some odd reason she felt safe; with no fear of others harming her. Looking up into his eyes, she searched her memory once again in an attempt to remember why he looked familiar.
"Well, I am in somewhat of a 'pickle,' so yes I will be staying for more than one night; I won't be able to go home until I can recall the spell to teleport me there. Thank you for your generosity. And one never knows what road is presented them as they journey through life."
She felt a chill rush over her body as they descended the stairs for the tavern, a feeling of dread in fact. She looked around to see if there were any she might recognize from Mindenburg, but saw no one. Shivering still, she asked the bard, "Is it just me, or is this room extremely cold?" She knew almost what his answer would be as she stared at the roaring fire in the firepit across the room.
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Post by Irishman on Nov 15, 2009 19:40:04 GMT -5
*Noticing a distinct drop in temperature, as he descended the stairs, he was at first startled, then impressed that she felt it as well. "Perhaps it has, let's sit over by the hearth" He waved to the innkeeper. As they sat down, he bustled over. "Michaelys, this is no' a good place fer ye. There be men outside of town," he glanced at Bre' the whispered, " Watchers!" *Michaelys tensed ever so slightly at that word, but waved a hand. "It's ok, my old friend. They do not know I am here. And besides, I promised this fine woman your best breakfast." *The innkeeper, realizing that Michaelys had known of the Watchers, nodded. Then, he turned and winked at Bre'Cheye. "He's a good lad, and can take care o' you, tha's fer sure." Smiling self-conciously, the man headed to the kitchen, shouting into it to get their breakfast cooking.* "See, we'll be just fine. Now, get ready for the best breakfast you ever had! Eggs, porridge, with cinnamon, and cold milk."
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Post by Bre'Cheye on Nov 15, 2009 21:05:47 GMT -5
Sitting on the inside of the long seat of the booth type table, she felt a sense of fear wash over her at the mention of "Watchers," even though she really didn't know what or who they were. She blushed slightly when the Innkeeper assured her that this man... Michaelys... was a good 'lad,' and smiled at him being called that and not a man. She leaned to her left, touching Michaelys arm with her shoulder and giggled slightly. As she watched the Innkeeper hurry off, she cast a quick glance out the window to stare at a figure standing half behind a tree.
Turning away from the window, feeling shaken, she scooted closer to him and asked softly, "Who are the Watchers?"
She rubbed her bare arms in an attempt to feel warmer, to make the feel of dread leave her, but it wasn't working very well. She took a deep breath to hide the fact that she was scared of something unknown and wished that whatever it was in the room that was causing it would go away.
Before he could answer her question, she added, "There's something here. In this tavern... I feel it's eyes watching me, don't you feel it?" She scooted again, her thin white dress touching the sturdier material of his leggings then grabbed his hand beneath the table in hopes that would stop her shaking.
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Post by Irishman on Nov 20, 2009 12:57:41 GMT -5
*Feeling her shaking, he squeezes her hand tightly for a moment.* He whispers,"It's ok, I wont let them harm us. Just relax, you make it harder to locate them." As she leaned into him, he continued sensing the watchers who had entered the tavern. He also saw his charges mingling with the regulars. Knowing that they were safe until they went outside, he decided to play it down. "Ah! Here comes our breakfast." he smiles at her, winking slightly, as the proprieter set dish after dish on the table. "Eat, they won't know we are aware of them if we act normally." With a smile, he released her hand and started eating. He nodded at her as she picked up her fork.
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Post by Bre'Cheye on Nov 20, 2009 13:30:26 GMT -5
His soft words assured her and helped her relax somewhat but the room still felt chilled. She continued watching the bard as he looked about the tavern and only wished that she knew more people here; perhaps to distinguish between good and evil.
Although she had already eaten breakfast, she felt that she was hungry enough to eat more. And the food did look good, that was for certain. She forked the delicate looking fluffy eggs and tasted them, deciding that he had been right: the food was terrific. Soon, all was forgotten about anyone watching them, or at least for the time being.
As they continued to eat, she felt more at ease with him but continued to wonder why it seemed she had seen him elsewhere. She couldn't quite put a finger to it, but she was almost sure of it.
"Have you ever heard of a town called Mindenburg? That is where I live, I have my own Inn there actually. And well, I was..."
She stopped, thinking of exactly what she was doing when she had suddenly teleported away. It just seemed like that memory was so far away. "I really can't remember why I teleported away, I know that I messed the spell up because I don't think I had planned on coming here."
Looking up at the ceiling then smiling, she looked back at Michaelys and laughed before taking her napkin to wipe a smudge of butter from his lips. "I'm glad that I did end up here, or otherwise I'd not met such a great bard."
She sat staring into his eyes as she slowly lowered her hand which held the napkin, and for a moment was lost in thought of anything: all that mattered at that moment, was being next to him.
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Post by Irishman on Dec 4, 2009 22:46:28 GMT -5
As they finished their meal, Michaelys sensed a build-up of pressure in the room. Looking to the sides, he knew his charges sensed it as well. Standing in the doorway was a giant of a man. His gruff face held only malice and depravity as he barked out Michalys name. Whispering to Bre' to stay put, Michaelys stood up and stared coldly at the other man. With a nod of his head he acknowledged that he was whom the man was seeking. The other man curled out an arm and sent a curved dagger flying at Michaelys chest. Before the dagger could cause harm, Michaelys hand flicked out and caught it by the blade, then flicked it back, the other caught it in turn. Returning it to its place, the man broke into a wide grin. Stepping into the room and coming across towards them, Michaelys steps out to meet him. Before Bre' can work up a scream, Michaelys and the other step into one anothers embrace. Laughing and patting one another on the back, Michaelys introduces one of his teachers to Bre'. "Bre' Cheye? This is Adolfo, one of the best blades instructors I have ever met." Adolfo bows over Bre's hand. "My pleasure Madam. I hope I did not startle you. It is ever my wont to test my students, and Michaelys here has ever been lazy in his studies," he said with a raised eyebrow towards Michaelys. "I'm lazy?" Michaelys asked outrageously. "This from the guy who sits in the sun all day while I sweat bullets practicing my aim." The pair laugh together, then, motioning for Bre' to scoot closer to himself, Michaelys invites their guest to help himself to the victuals. The air of animosity seems to have cleared from the tavern, and Michaelys notices that several 'patrons' appear to have left.
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Post by Bre'Cheye on Dec 5, 2009 10:21:22 GMT -5
Upon seeing the man standing in the doorway of the tavern, a vision of her handyman Obie flashed in her mind, sending a cold chill down her back. Her first instinct when she saw the knife being hurled at the Bard was to jump to her feet to prepare for a healing spell. As Michaelys caught the knife, she closed her eyes and said a silent prayer to her goddess, Tunare for keeping the bard safe. And finally seeing that they were friends, her emotions ran from relief to anger and back to relief. She wanted to grab the both of them and knock their heads together for scaring the living daylights out of her, but at the same time wanted to hug Michaelys since he had not been harmed.
The big burly man obviously did have manners as he bowed while holding her hand, "It's a pleasure to meet a teacher and friend of this bard. Michaelys seems to be multi-talented and I'm quite sure you must have had something to do with that."
Try as she may, she just could not invision Michaelys as being the lazy sort for he seemed to be the type to always be doing something whether it be playing his lute or helping damsels in distress. She readily scooted closer to Michaelys and the mere contact with him brought a sense of protection over her. She wished she could determine why this Bard seemed so familiar to her but her memories were not cooperating this morning.
"Yes, please do join us. Michaelys has been a perfect gentleman, buying this wonderful breakfast for me. I just have to wonder what else he has in store for me."
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Post by Bre'Cheye on Jan 5, 2010 20:26:34 GMT -5
As she sat next to the kind Bard and listened to the conversation between him and his former teacher, she became more aware of those that were watching her and realized that they were not just those mentioned earlier. Her smile faded and was replaced by a concerned frown. She looked to the bard and his friend and tried to put on her best smile, "You'll both have to excuse me, I suddenly don't feel very well. I think I'll just go back up to my room."
After excusing herself from the table, she walked as quickly as possible without attracting too much attention and almost ran up the stairs. With each step she took, she felt a dread building in her heart. A dread, or fear she couldn't be sure. All she knew was she couldn't breathe and she wished she were anywhere but here.
She unlocked the door of the room she had slept in and slammed it shut, locking it behind her. She pushed a chair against the door then sat in the corner in an attempt to remember the words to the teleporting spell that would take her away. But the harder she tried, the further the words escaped into the depths of her fragmented memory.
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Post by Irishman on Jan 13, 2010 3:46:36 GMT -5
Michaelys and Adolfo stopped chatting for a moment, looking after her hurrying away. As they both stood up to see what was the matter, the door crashed inward as several armed men burst into the room. One look at the leaders face was enough to let Michaelys know he had overstayed his welcome. Cursing himself for a fool, he got away from the table and prepared to meet the foeman head on. His Master standing close enough to aid him, if warranted.
Giving a curt nod to his charges, they leapt to their feet as the intruders tried to push their way through the crowd. Being confronted by armed men, instead of meek townsman, the leader barked an order to get Michaelys and ignore the others.
The battle was on.
His men provided an opening for the few townsfolk to escape into the kitchen. Knowing there was a back door that they could use, Michaelys ceased being concerned about them. With the innocent safely away, there was less of a chance for the Watcher's to attempt to use a hostage to force his surrender.
As the fighting commenced, Michaelys withdrew two long knives from his belt. Seeing that he intended to stand his ground, the leader ordered his men to keep Michaelys companions busy. Drawing a longsword, the man rushed at Michaelys. His orders were to bring the minstrel in alive, but they did not say he was not to harm him.
Quickly slashing at the minstrel in an attempt to test his response, he was mildly surprised when the man simply side stepped the attack. Thinking that perhaps the man wasn't as dangerous as he had been told, he pressed his apparent advantage and stepped in close to quickly relieve him of one of his knives.
As he stepped in, Michaelys whirled about and brought the flat of the knife down on the leaders' hand, causing him to drop his sword. Then he carved his way up the mans suddenly numb hand and arm leaving a trail of blood as he spun about the man. Once he was behind him, Michaelys sprinted through the door and out into the street. Inside, he knew, his charges would form a wall barring exit from the building to anyone with the intent to harm him.
He cut between two houses and ran straight into the woods. The shouting he heard behind him was answered further in, and he knew that the chase was on. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Back inside, the Leader, blocked from pursuing the minstrel, glared at the men in his way. Calling his men back, they put away their weapons. One turned and began cleaning the blood from and bandaging the leaders arm. Slowly, the numbness had been fading from his hand. He could almost curl the fingers, but could not grip his weapon just yet. He wondered to himself at the dexterity of the man, he moved like quicksilver. And yet, when he had the obvious advantage, he hadn't used it to kill his opponent.
He thought to himself, 'Was it mercy, or weakness that caused the man to stay his hand? He had me disarmed, he could have finished me. So why didn't he?'
Whatever the reason, he still intended to carry out his orders. He glanced up in surprise when the other fighters in the room filed out the door. Looking out the window he watched them jog into the surrounding forest. Rallying his men, they went outside as well. Finding none but their own men outside, the Leader shouted for the trackers. He still intended to bring the mintrel in, he had a few questions for the man himself.
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Post by Irishman on Aug 7, 2012 13:51:39 GMT -5
Sprinting through the woods, Michaelys dodged around trees and bushes, and leapt over fallen logs, all the while keeping an ear out for his pursuers. He knew, since he had trained them, that his charges would not throw their lives away in a vain attempt to kill the Watchers.
Leaping over another small bush, he saw how the ground sloped away on the other side. He tucked his legs in close and wrapped his arms around his head. When he hit the ground he didn't land as hard as he had expected and began to slide downward. He glanced up in time to see where the slope gradually became flat and bounded back on his feet.
Pausing for a moment, he calmed himself enough to slow hs heartbeat down. Listening, he heard the sounds of pursuit far behind him. Deciding that a headlong rush though the forest was a sure way to become injured, he began cautiously walking forward. Several yards further he arrived at a clearing in the forest. Staying within the shadows of the trees, he glanced about, looking to see if anyone else was around. After a few minutes, he determined that he was alone, and strode out into the clearing of waist high grasses. After a few strides, he felt another presence. He looked about once more, and aside from the breeze through the grass, he neither heard nor saw anything. Shrugging his shoulders, he continued forward.
When he reached the center of the clearing, a white light enveloped him. He could no longer see the grass around him, nor feel it underfoot. A voice spoke his name, softly, "Michaelys." He tried to see who had spoken when the voice spoke again, "Michaelys." Recognition ignited within him, and he fell to his knees, bowing before Her.
He heard laughter and then She spoke, "Michaelys, As much as I love your devotion and enjoy your gifts, at this time there are more important things to discuss. I have come to warn you. You are surrounded by your foes. The Watchers learned of your presence through the music that you play. You know I shall never make you stop what is natural to you, but I shall warn you again that continuing to seek 'the one' in this way bears very high risks for you."
As he looked up at Her, Y'n Varra saw the naked fear in his eyes. Not fear for himself, but fear for his family. "Oh Michaelys, please do not despair. You know that the agreement binds Myself as much as you. All I ask is that you endure long enough to have them believe they have what they want, and then, as has happened before, I will take away the pain."
His eyes suddenly widening in realization, he remembered. The wards were released and he was given a glimpse into his own soul. Tears of joy fell from his eyes as he remembered. He remembered the Clan, he remembered his journeys, and most of all, he remembered her! Bowing his head again, he felt his Goddess run her hands through his hair, like his own mother used to.
Y'n Varra spoke one last time, "Michaelys, they are here. I will leave you now, but I will not be far. Remember that your pain is mine, and that I will not forsake you! She said this last fiercely, and protectively.
The light faded and Michaelys saw that indeed he was surrounded. Standing up, he glanced at them, the Watchers. As he drew his long knives he noticed they all carried clubs and other blunt objects. The intent was obvious, they wanted him alive. As he let out a battle cry, the Watchers' minions poured in on him. They lost many men in that clearing, but the hirelings were not important. Only One man in the clearing was, and the Watchers' intended to have him.
When the battle was over, the minstrel was unconcious. His arms and legs were bound in chains and they lifted him up and placed him in a cage attached to a wagon. When the lock was secure, they covered the cage with black canvas and started away, leaving the dead to lie where they had fallen. The time for answers had arrived.
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Post by Bre'Cheye on Aug 13, 2012 14:51:21 GMT -5
(a note: this occured before joining the clan of Wizards & Warriors)
Still sitting in the corner in the room she had rented, she came to the conclusion that the harder she tried to remember the words the further they were from her. With her head resting on the wall, she closed her eyes in an attempt to sense who the men were below. She no longer could sense the Bard; he was gone. The men that had arrived before she fled couldn't be sensed either. She couldn't sense any danger at all.
"Okay," she said to herself as she pulled herself up to her feet. "it appears they are gone. I hope."
She walked to the window to look out at the village below. Everything looked normal, nothing looked "out of order." Had she looked out that same window five minutes before, she would have seen a different scene: one of the Bard racing away and the other men close behind and heading to the trees. She turned to look at her image in the mirror then sat on the edge of the bed to continue her conversation with herself.
"This little village looks rather peaceful. Maybe I could stay here for a time. Maybe that Bard might come back... maybe this place is far enough away...."
She nodded to herself as she realized this might just be where she belonged and it might be a safe place to live. Safe and away from the father who never had met her but wanted her dead all the same.
"Yes," she agreed with herself, "I think this is a good thing. My father's men would never find me here. I'll be safe."
She quickly made her way down the stairs, stopping on the last step to look around before continuing. The Bard had not returned, which was a disappointment but the strange and frightful men were gone as well. She walked to the bar and summoned the bartender.
"Hi," she timidly choked out, "ummm... I was hoping I could rent that room upstairs for a week or so. Then maybe find a small house to rent?"
"Certainly," the bartender replied. "And if you decide to stay even longer, you might want to consider joining our clan."
"Your clan?" she asked, thinking that maybe doing just that might be a good thing.
"Yes, our clan. It's called Wizards & Warriors. Oh, let me introduce myself, I'm Toki. Our fearless leader might be here soon. His name is Sirinnu."
She didn't have to think long about any of it. She needed a safe place to live and she needed friends. And what better place than here? She turned to look at the door in hopes it would open to reveal that Bard, then back to the one who called himself Toki.
"That sounds like a plan. Thank you," she said to the bartender as he handed her a grant to fill out in order to join his clan. "Just fill this out and leave it here for your leader?" She took the quill offered him, filled the grant out & handed it back. She hoped that their leader would accept her for she felt she should stay here, belong here.. wait here.... hope here...
She was told that their leader more than likely would approve her grant, so there was nothing to worry about. The friendly bartender also told her of a few shops that sold more suitable clothing and weapons if she wanted to do a bit of hunting out in the fields. She thanked him again then made her way to the shops of the village, hoping that maybe she might see the Bard again.
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