gypsy camp

[Ravenloft]

Thomas:

When she had been pleasuring the two of them with her silky hands Thomas had felt her hand brushing lightly agaist his thigh as she worked her fingers into herself. When she had finally taken him into her he reached between their union, in imitation of what she had been doing to herself a moment before, his fingers glided easily over her slick lips, coating the tips with her juices. He was enthralled be the feel of her most intmate of flesh as she pushed down on him.

 

[intriguess]

i take my wet fingers and trail them up to his lips...."would you like a taste?" i shyly ask eyes glazed overin sensual pleasure as his fingers rub my tender clit in sweet tender circles.

 

[Ravenloft]

Thomas:

Seeing Ria's offered fingers Thomas moaned his accent, bringing her hand to her mouth he took them in, coating his tongue with her taste. He would always remember it as the flavor of a true woman. Her fingers vibrated with his long low moan as he closed his eyes, filling all his sences with her, save for sight. It gave him a deeper sence of her rocking faster and faster against him, his fingers worked against her clit, not an expert by any means but when she gave him a hint as to her pleasure he followed it to its ends.

 

[intriguess]

he wa so sweet innocent and wiling, my guilt threatened to overtake me even as he sucked my fingers with that wide eyed look. i leand forward kissing his neck sinking into his body as i quivered in pleasure eyes fluttering and i stretch out, if i have to sidetrack him much more i'll never get any rest. i think to myself

 

[Ravenloft]

Thomas:

After having cleaned Ria's juices from her fingers he humgered for more. He pressed his lips to her ear. "I want to taste more of you." He breathed, almost in a question. She felt him throbbing inside of her and knew how easy it would be to take his seed once more, to be done with it, as it were. He pressed his fingers to the spot he had found to ilicite the most pleasure for her so far.

 

[Firesprite]

The Owl

The trees were sanctury, the ground swarming with small forest life fleeing when they saw me overhead. It was night yet I could see clearly. Every leaf, every blade of grass, every animal far below. My hearing also enhanced I could hear the hissing of leaves as they brushed each other and the other branches.

I heard splashes up ahead and flew towards it. Voices murmering to each other in a language I couldn't fathom. Gliding now I swooped low, spying two strange pale shapes putting their skins back on. A wet trail showed they had come from the water.

Flying on into the night on stealthy wings and with merciless talons I fed on the forests bounty.

Replete I returned, searching, watching.. I heard other noises. These creatures were moving slowly. One held something long and shiny in his hand. Dawn-light reflecting in its blade. Another was holding a something thin and rough like a vine. They were not far from the woman-creature asleep under the tree.


Christine

Finally drifting back to sleep I again slept restlessly. My Dreams seemed strange, my percepions changed, my angle of view altered.

I dreamed I flew, flying fast over the forest. I saw, I heard, I felt the night like I never had before. I heard splashes up ahead and flew towards it. Voices murmering to each other

He: "Fate? What did fate have to do with last night..."
She: "Fate, you coming by gyspy tent. Getting your fortune told, seeing you that night when I was dancing. You needed something, I needed something. We both got what we wanted."

In my dreams I recognised the couple as Thomas and Ria. Strange I should dream of them...

Drifting deeper into slumber the images faded until... searching, watching I heard other noises. These people were moving slowly. One held something long and shiny in his hand. Dawn-light reflecting in its blade. Quickly I identified the short-sword. Another was holding a something thin and rough like a vine. Ahh.. a rope. They were not far from the woman-creature asleep under the tree.

Waking up suddenly Christine stifles her scream. Recognising herself in the dream she instinctivly knows that she is in mortal danger. Breaking cover from under the tree she runs toward the nearest caravan........

 

[intriguess]

mysteria

my mind drifted off to what i'd name child when he whispered that he wanted to taste more.

"do you want to taste yourself as well?" i murmur resting close to him resisting urge to tighten he grip of body around him and milk him dry, after all i was already pregnant i didn't need him to fill me anymore.

 

[Guest]

Deciding not to go into town today, as we needed to decide when we would be leaving this area, and where to move to. Consulting the I-Ching, I threw K'un above K'an with the fifth line changing. The fifth line was a ruling line. This changed to K'an above K'an. Earth above Water, collective force, changing to Water above water, danger.

It was time to organize our troupe, and choose a strong leader. We would need the strength of our collective force. This hexagram points to the necessity of organizing and experiencing this collective force, although it warns against using it for dangerous warlike purposes unless there exists no other alternative.

The changing line states to rely on an experienced person to lead the way in correcting the situation. He/she mus be moderate in his/her behaviour and not overreactive, for this would lead to misfortune. Inexperienced and enthusiastice persons are now inappropriate for the job of deliberate and controlled leadership.

The hexagram Danger indicates the situation is one of real danger, caused by and manifested in the affairs of man. This danger is brought about by our immediate environment.

We must not avoid confrontations in any difficult or threatening situations; but must now meet and overcome them through correct behaviour. We must hold to our ethics and principles and not for a moment consider compromising what we believe to be right. This is the key to surmounting the danger.

I called a meeting of the elders.

 

[Ravenloft]

Thomas:

"Yes! I want to learn all that you can show me... All that you can share..." Thomas moaned as he took his fingers away from her clit, tasting the juices he had gathered from her, too hungry for her to wait. He made a growl noise in the back of his throat. This time she tasted even sweeter...

 

[Ravenloft]

Thomas's Father:

Setting back into his chair, Rupert smiled to himself. He had gone to the bergomaster this very morning, demanding a routing party be formed to drive off the vile pagans and retrieve his son. That had been squelched and he had stamped about in fury at this blasted villiages uncooperativness. That is until he had gone to the local tavern for a small drink to calm his rage only to find it filled with riotous and foul tempered men. Brigands... They had come into town after having chased the lady Christine to these parts. At first Rupert's mood flashed towards disgust but then he came to the thought to "employ" these men to retreve his son. And so he had, promising them a larg reward for their troubles. So now, these brigands were heading out to the gypsy camp and Rupert had returned home, beaming with pride in his actions. Not knowing what hell he had unleashed upon the gypsy's... And his son.

 

[intriguess]

mysteria

smiling and puling away...."this time i'll let you taste my body alone, later i'll let you taste me after you've exploded inside me." slowly pulling up and away leaning you back on bed moving my legs until they are on either side of your head

 

[Ravenloft]

Thomas:

Sliding his hands over Ria's round ass Thomas drew her in against his mouth. His tongue landed on her cunt with surprising eagerness. He wanted her taste badly. His lapping was fast, furious and unfocused. All he could think of was the sweetness of her on his tongue.

 

[Firesprite]

Christine

Pounding on the door of the caravan sobbing hysterically in terror at her vision, Christine tried to rouse someone.
She could hear the moans of lovemaking inside and hoped that they would forgive her the interruption.
Her fear coursing through her veins she shouted to rouse the rest of the camp.


A dog begins to bark and is cut short with a yelp and silence. The horses in the picket line stamp and whinney nervously. Shouts and grumbles can be heard from some of the wagons at being startled awake by the sudden commotion.


It seemed like forever but it was only moments before the door was opened and a man stood before her in only his unbuttoned breeches held up by one hand. Thomas.

Before she could explain, a dirty hand grabbed her from behind covering her mouth and holding a knife to her throat. With an oath of recognition the man called for one of his companions who stepped up and pulled Thomas from the doorway. Without a moments hesitation, the brigand punched Thomas in the stomach, winding him and preventing him from raising further alarm. That blow was followed by the swing of a club and a sickening thud as Thomas was knocked out.
Christine and Thomas were unceremoniously picked up and thrown over the backs of two horses stolen from the gypsies. They were held firmly in place by two more armed brigands and with the fading night they were borne away.

 

[Guest]

Hoytus and I are sitting around in the *meeting* tent with several other 'elders'. I tell them of the I-Ching predictions I've just thrown, and of Mysteria's pregnancy with the young man Thomas.

"I say we pack up and leave this place." comes a voice behind me. "We've outstayed our velcome, here." I turn to see Devan, our oldest member of the troup, speaking.

"What of our two newcomers? Especially that boy Thomas. His father will only bring us grief. What shall we do about them?" Says another voice from across the tent. Turning my head back around, I see it was Martha that spoke up.

"We have always welcomed newcomers, if they wished to join us." Hoytus replies. "Why should this be any different?"

"But the boy will bring danger, as the I-Ching revealed." Devan answers. "Our safety is at stake."

"And the I-Ching also said we should not avoid confrontations. We must not compromise our ethics in order to overcome this present danger." I state matter-in-factly. "We should welcome them and protect them, as we would our own blood."

"But they are NOT our blood, and present our children grave danger." Elizabeth cuts in. "Who is more important here?"

It was obvious there was much to debate. I closed my eyes a moment to rest them. I had not slept much, and was weary. It was then I saw the visious of Christine and Thomas being taken. I gasped. The room became silent, as I recounted to them the vision I'd just had.

"We need to make a decision now. Do we go after them, or let them be?"



[Edited by MoonWolf on 10-29-2000 at 06:10 PM]

 

[tighe]

martine

There were intruders amidst the camp. I made my way to the meeting tent where the elders of the tribe were making decisions about when to leave. Pulling back the flap I stepped inside and confronted them. "Forgive me for the intrusion, but there are people from town here. They mean to harm us." We heard a short scream from outside. I held fast to my daggers.

 

[intriguess]

mysteria

it took my longer to compose myself to rattling on door by time i was dressed all i saw was two bodies slung over horseback and torches and leery faces. my pulse raced as i slung up on nearest horse not thinking of my condition as i chased them

OOC sorry for delay been busy this weekend

 

[Guest]

Standing up immediately, as Martine entered, I whispered to Hoytus,

"Let's go. We must follow them." He nods, and we are off. I glance tentatively behind us, and hope some of the others will follow our lead. Devan speaks to the others.

"At least we should find where they are taken.....some of the younger men should go with Hoytus and Terra....."

We didn't wait to hear the rest, as we quickly rounded up some of the fleeter steed.

Perched upon a mare, Hoytus on a stallion, and about 10-15 young men and women riding with us, we race toward the scene. Soon we see in a distance, Mysteria is also in pursuit.

"There she is." Hoytus says under his breath. Further we can barely make out what looked to be torches. "They must be proud to blanantly hold their torches as they ride."

We urge our steeds, trying to catch up.....but it will take a bit, as they have a lead. Hopefully we won't lose sight.

 

[intriguess]

mysteria

it's all i can do not to kill my horse in pursuit. i quickly realize there's nothing i can do for them alone and in my condition i shouldn't be fighting, i reined horse in keeping behind them far enough to stay hidden yet keeping them in sight. i hear more horses and i'm scared at first. then i decide if it's more brigands then i deserve to die.

 

[Firesprite]

The Brigands

Hearing the pursuit, William, with Christine as captive gives his instructions to his Second-in-command and the rest of his men.

"Daniel! We must split up! Get the men with the torches to go that way and give those good-for-nothing gypsies a good run. We go to that hidden cave you stumbled on yesterday! Now Go!"

Daniel, holding Thomas' unconcious form on his mount rides closer to the men, passing on the instructions. With whoops and crys they men veer off, the gypsies in pursuit.

William, Daniel and their unwilling companions quietly cross the stream once the gypsies are out of hearing range.
Riding a circuituous route through the forest, and finally over a rocky patch (hiding their tracks) they reach the cave as the sun begins to shine above the treetops.

Daniel dismounts from his horse and holds back some branches revealing the cave enterance. Ducking his head William and Christine are able to ride through the narrow gap. Pushing his own horse through, Daniel follows.




OOC: sorry I'm late.. having a few PC probs here

 

[Firesprite]

Christine and Thomas

Bouncing uncomfortably in front of the brigand on his horse Christine begins to calm a little. She knows that both she and Thomas are in grave danger, and although that terrifies her, Thomas is in no position to make a getaway. Looking over at him, his body limp she feels a surge of helplessness. How is she going to to get away with him?

The brigand she is with slows his horse to speak with the one with Thomas and she is provided with her captors names, overhearing their conversation. She also deduces that William is their leader. And a smart one at that.

After Daniel returns from speaking to the rest of the men and they begin to ride off shouting, William and Daniel ride the horses into darker shadows and tall underbrush. Christine could feel the sharp tip of Williams dagger against her back, and his hand clamped firmly on her mouth, preventing her from giving away their hiding place.

Thomas, begining to regain conciousness moans. Daniel, without hesitation kicks him on the side of the head, knocking him out again.

Eventually we moved on

Finally, we seemed to reach our destination after what seemed like many hours, but was perhaps only one or two. Daniel dismounted and held aside some branches revealing a tall narrow cave mouth. WIthout hesitation, William rode the horse in.

Christine

I couldn't prevent my gasp of surprise and wonder at that cave. it had a waterfall flowing in from the stream above to splash in a large pool. The stream flowed out of the cave again through another hole under the water. There was natural light in the cave, diffused through the waterfall and filling the air with flickers of prisims and jewels. Stalagmites and Stalictites (sp?) had formed over hundreds of years forming thick pillars. THe cave itself was huge.


Looking closer at the walls I could see they were covered in drawings and runes. We were obviously not the first humans to gain sanctury from this beautiful place. Studying the symbols further I realised they were protective charms. designed to prevent the 'gifted' from being able to 'see' or 'find' this location. with a sinking heart I knew that as long as we stayed in the cave, we could not be found quickly.

With an impatient tug William pulled me off the horse, snapping my attention back to the situation.
I looked towards Thomas to see Daniel pushing him off his horse, uncaring about the fact that he was still unconcious.

Thomas

Slowly regaining conciousness again I stifled a moan remembering what happened last time. I didn't want another kick like that.
I could feel someone pushing at my shoulders but I had no strength to resist or assist. Suddenly I was falling from the back of the horse.... and into someones arms. Too heavy for them we both fell to the ground, my fall cushioned.
looking up, my blurry eyes slowly clearing I saw that someone was the woman Christine. Sparkles of light, jewels and rainbows dancing around her...

 

[intriguess]

mysteria

i watch the torches dance in opposite direction but am close enough to see that they don't have christine and thomas, my horse goes lame as i follow them and i have to track on foot slowly making my way to lord knows where. i settle down for night hidden in foliage, about a half day behind them.

 

[Ravenloft]

Thomas:

Looking up at Christine Thomas frowned. He tried to set up but dizziness overwhelmed him and his head rested in her lap. "Ooooo..." he whined from the dull ach on his head. "Who are these people?" He managed to ask as he saw the one that had kicked him walk past. "And what do they want with us?"

 

[Firesprite]

Christine

Before replying, with a slight shiver I asked Thomas if he would mind my sitting beside him. Beautiful as the cave was, it wasn't very warm and I wasn't dressed for the chill.

~~~~~

"Who are they?" I replied. "The tall dark one is William, He's the leader. The other is Daniel. Be very careful of him Thomas, he has a mean look about him. I'm not sure what they want with us, but my guess would be they want ransom money, I heard William talking to Daniel about getting more money out of your father. Do you know what he means by that?"

~~~~~

William and Daniel are near the entrance of the cave playing a game of tossing coins. They are not paying attention to Thomas and Christine as they know the cave has no other escape routes. Thomas and Christine, keeping their voices low, are able to converse freely.

 

[Ravenloft]

Thomas:

"My father? What do they have to do with my father? I don't know how they could possibly have anything to do with him!" Thomas said confused. He forced himself to stand now, ignoring the dizziness he felt as best he could. He turned to look down at Christine. She was cute, but even though her cloths were torn and tattered, like his were he could tell that she was a towny just like him. It was the primness in her carriage. "Your not from the Gypsy camp are you?" Thomas asked as the chill suddenly bit into him. He shivered and remembered the warmth she had offered him. Looking back out the cave at the two brigands he knew he wouldn't have a chance against them, not in this condition... He sat back down beside Christine as he waited for her answer.

 

[tighe]

martine

I pulled the horse up sharply as the torch bearers turned off suddenly. It could be an ambush. Looking about I wheeled the horse to find Terra. We gathered for a moment to devise a plan of action. "What dod we do, Terra?" I asked. "Which way do we go?"