Tavern by the Creek IV - Terror roams the Land

[Neb]

"An elusive answer," Comments Neb, "If you do not wish to answer, then so be it. I am a traveller myself, I have passed through pure Entropy and I carry it's essence within me. Do not fear however, I am not an agent of destruction. Where do your travels carry you next? Perhaps I could accompany you, the roads are rarely safe and there is safety in numbers."

[TAOWolf]

She pours three mug of tea and hands one to Cyril, and sets the other next to Neb. She stares at him briefly, the rune on her forehead flashing silver, then dimming away again. ~there is something familiar about his scent, but is overlayed now with.............with...........entropy....hmmm... ..where do I know him from?~ She lays a hand on Cyrils thigh, and smiles at him, concern showing in her eyes and questions... ~he knows this man.....~

She reaches down with the other hand, and pulls out some herbs to add to the stew that has been simmering all day.
"It will be ready soon....". She stands behind Cyril, placing both hands on his shoulders, and massages them, not sure what to do next, when Neb asks a question... Her hands tighten briefly on Cyril's shoulders, then relax.

Tilting her head slightly she whispers into the wind, "We will be traveling back to the tavern shortly. We have unfinished business there, and we must check on the tavern owner and his progress against the damage made to his tavern by the ....." She frowns, then quickly smiles, "I shall return, there is something I must attend to.."

Kissing Cyril on the cheek, she retrieves her staff and the sword and goes into the trees directly behind Cyril, still keeping him between her and Neb. ~maybe he can find out something more........~ She stops and quickly talks to her wolves....

OOC: Darlin', touche *LOL* your turn and Nebs

[Neb]

Neb quietly watches Cyril as he sips his tea, he finishes the tea and puts down the mug then looks at Cyril. "I can see it in your eyes, you recognize me from somewhere. Tell me."

[TAOWolf]

As she talks to her wolves, a lone hawk appears thru the trees, tired and weary as it lands on her shoulder. Shocked, she reaches up, and runs an ungloved hand gently down its back, melting away the stiffness and weary from the bird. She takes out the slip of paper from the holder, and with widening eyes reads the message there........"am baile far an do rugadh mi.......".
A tear slips down her cheek, knowing she is the only one who will answer this message....

She sends half the pack to guard the tavern, and sends one male to the North to a certain old man.

She walks back into the clearing, Star and Grounder by her side, and the hawk on her shoulder. She stops just short of the firelight, her eyes glowing with tears, and looks at Cyril, whispering "It has begun, my windbringer...." She takes the paper into her palm, the rune imposing its answer there, and she slips it back into the holder.

Reaching up, she gently touches the breast feathers of the hawk, "na seabhagan, be swift and true". The hawk explodes off her shoulder, and swiftly disappears from sight, flying a straight due North course.

She kneels and puts an arm around Star then Grounder, and silently looks at Cyril. "That note was from....from..." she refuses to say his name aloud here.........

[Cyril Darkcloud]

He notes the arrival of the hawk as he turns once more to the one called Neb. ~ Such birds do not willingly fly at night. ~ He become’s more attentive of KayLisa’s movements even as he answers the newcomer, “A short time ago a group of humanoids attacked the tavern which is found on the other side of that small stretch of forest. Were it not for the great change I see in you – too great for so short a time – I would swear that you are one of the patrons who had helped to destroy the attackers..” He falls silent again, puzzled by the strange character of the man’s breathing, before continuing, “If you are not that man whom I met only briefly, then I truly do not know you at all.”

KayLisa is moving with some urgency near him and he turns to her, ignoring the newcomer. With his burned hand he grasps the handle of the stormreaver and he rises and moves to where she kneels by the wolves, his senses alert for traces of movement within the wind.

[ 04-24-2002, 03:17 PM: Message edited by: Cyril Darkcloud ]

[Neb]

Neb ponders the man's answer briefly, but as he finds no memory within his mind of ever having fought near a tavern, not much memory of anything at all actually, he decides that it probably wasn't him after all. He notes that the two are acting strange, being suspicious of the two strangers as well as thinking that they might be preparing to defend against attackers he stands up and readies his blade.

He realizes that these two are quite strong and anything that would dare to attack them must be so as well. In preparation for any attack he flexes his magical "muscles" and starts gathering his aura around him, intesifying it, both to appear stronger and to be able to focus it better.

The air around him grows cold, the campfire weakens in brightness and warmth and a feeling of unease suddenly grows within all of those natural creatures who are close by as their positive auras react to his powerful negative aura. He doesn't notice this though, nor know that it is an effect of his powers.

[Cyril Darkcloud]

At the first stirring of the stranger’s activity his left hand finds the handle of the throwing axe at his belt. The man’s movements are more defensive than aggressive, however, and there is no need at the moment to fear him. He is puzzled, however, by this man’s movements and power. In too many ways to be mere coincidence his body moves like the one he remembers from the tavern – the one who left with such strange rapidity after waking from the trance. But there is a great difference about these movements as well. These are not the preparations of one who is a walker within minds and how does one account for so great a change as this? And this strange power that gathers around him – more a lack of energy than an energy ..... ~ There is something of the grave about him. And more -- there is ...... ~ He senses something familiar and frightening about this man, a touch upon him that should not be there and that he cannot quite name. Standing once more between KayLisa and the newcomer he studies the way this Neb breathes trying to identify what it is he senses in the way this man’s breath interacts with the wind.

[ 04-24-2002, 06:30 PM: Message edited by: Cyril Darkcloud ]

[TAOWolf]

She rises after whispering to Star and Grounder, and stands directly behind Cyril, whispering in his ear, "We must go back to the tavern, it is time to get a room again, and plan......... what should we do with this man? He has a negative force about him, but seems confused........"

She fingers the hilt of SpiritSword, and carefully walks to the side of Cyril, starting to pack things up as Star and Grounder pad up to Protector, and sit one on either side of him...

"These two will be going with us, the others have been given orders............I will explain to you later about the hawk......" She looks at Cyril, her eyes glowing fiercely for a moment making the rune on his hand glow briefly. She has sent him an image of the old man, and is surprised at how easily the image was accepted in his mind.......

OOC: sorry, taking a little advantage of Cyril there

[ 04-26-2002, 11:50 AM: Message edited by: TAOWolf ]

[Neb]

Since it seemed that there would be no fighting after all Neb stopped concentrating his aura. He'd need to do something with his Entropic energy though, or it'd begin to affect him. He concentrated on a small tree some distance away and pointed at it. A dark lance of energy shot from his fingers and struck the tree, the tree withered away and was a pile of dust in seconds.

Then he looked at the two, they appeared to be preparing to leave, "Are you leaving? I've got nowhere else to go so I hope that you don't mind if I accompany you."

[Cyril Darkcloud]

Originally posted by TAOWolf: OOC: sorry, taking a little advantage of Cyril there

ooc: [img]graemlins/nono.gif[/img] I guess so! But I think we can let it slide this once *LMAO*

THE TAVERN

Maria moves about quietly preparing breakfast for the workmen. Bartleby is still sleeping slumped across the bar and from the look on his face the night did not pass easily for him. At the rate these men have been working the repairs to the bar area should be completed in another day or two and the thought of a return to normal routines relaxes her. She prepares two tables with plates and utensils and, hearing the sound of movement upstairs, moves to wake the slumbering tavern owner.