Highlander.

[Ravenloft]

Gabriel:

Gabriel's eyes went wide as Falcon plunged the stiletto into herself. "No!" He snapped in shock at what she had done. She crumpled to the ground, appearing dead. Gabriel rushed over to her and pulled the blood coated knife from her breast. The flicker of her eyes caught his own and as she turned her head to look at him he threw himself away from her in fear. His eyes were open wide as he watched her stand up as though nothing had happened. "Lord, Jesus, protect me." He whimpered as he scooted away from her.

 

[Moonlight_33]

Falcon

As he backed away from her, Falcon picked up the blade he had pulled from her chest and wiped it on the leg of her pants. Turning the blade, she threw it, the full length of the stiletto burying it’s self in his chest and knocking him to the ground. As she stood over him, he looked up at her in shock and disbelief. Reaching for the knife, she placed her foot on his chest and pulled sharply, removing it in one clean pull. He lay still, expecting death to find him, but in moments, the pain was gone, and he was still alive. With her foot still planted firmly in the middle of his chest, she looked him in the eyes, her own eyes filled with the pain of a lifetime of hurting.

“Do you think I don’t know how it feels? Do you? Do you think I don’t know exactly what you’re going through? The pain you’re feeling? To live for over four hundred years and never know the joys of birthing a child, growing old, dying. Do you think I like what I am? Well do you? I chose this before I was born, as did you, and I now have the duty to see it through to the end. To see it through until the time of the gathering where it will all come to an end, and there will be only one. If you chose to defy me, deny your self, and another of our kind will see you to your grave soon enough, and for what?” Taking her foot off his chest she walked a few paces away, throwing her arms in the air and yelling “WHY ME?” at the rafters.

 

[Ravenloft]

Gabriel:

Standing slowly, Gabriel held a hand to the wound he had just sustained. It was already gone. He saw how Falcon's eyes filled with bitterness, the pain of century after endless century. He could not fathom it, though, after what she had showed him, he knew one day he would. "What do I do now..." He murmured more to himself than as a question to Falcon, though she heard him clear as day.

 

[Moonlight_33]

Falcon

Falcon sighed heavily and walked back over to him, resting her hand gently on his shoulder. She understood how he was feeling, it may have been centuries ago, but it was a moment in her history that was burned into her memory forever, jus as thin moment would be for him.

“What you do now is trust in me to teach you what you need to be the one that lives to see the gathering, and win the day. I am on you side Gabriel, I need for you to be on mine as well. I am here to help you, believe in that.”

She returned to the side of the fire and stared into the flames, her own memories coming back to haunt her in droves. Lifting her head, she looked him in the eye. She had a million things she wanted to say, but could not find the words to mouth any of them.

“You better wake the girl and get some water into her, don’t give her food till a little later though, I’ll make her some broth.” She rose from the fire and wen to her saddlebags to get what she needed, looking back over her shoulder and watching him. He had handled this better than most she had seen, she just hoped he could handle the rest of it just as well.

 

[Ravenloft]

Gabriel:

Going over to the young woman, Gabriel touched her arm, trying to wake her slowly as not to startle her. He looked up at Falcon for a moment, hundreds of questions sifting through his mind as he shook the girls arm gently.

 

[Moonlight_33]

Falcon

Knowing her food suplies were low, she hoped that perhaps there was a vegitable garden or something she could get fresh bits and pieces from to make the girl something a little more nourishing than what she had on hand. Leaving Gabreil to tend the girl, she stepped out in the rain, almost greatfull to be alone for a few moments.

 

[Mistress]

Olivia

A piercing pain shot through her mind squeezing her eyes shut she groaned. She blinked a few times before her vision clear and she stared up into the man's eyes. she laid there, not moving, her lips open as if she was to say something but yet nothing...

Their eyes just locked on each other's for a few moments. Then blinking again she began to sit up, he reached out a strong hand and helped her. Olivia licked her dry lips and glanced around, the woman was not there. SLowly she stuttered, "Thank you..for.." A pale hand pointed to the fresh mounds of dirt,"For burying my parents."

 

[Ravenloft]

Gabriel:

"It was the proper thing to do, I couldn't let them just hang there... I... I'm sorry, do you have anyplace to go? Do you have any other family?" He asked slowly, his eyes soft with concern for her well being. He realized he had yet to introduce himself to her. "I'm Gabriel Martin by the way..."

 

[Moonlight_33]

Falcon

Falcon found the remains of a vegitable patch, and collected what little was left. Added to what she had in her packs, there would be enough to see them eat well tonight and in the morning, after that...well, she would worry about it after that.

Returning to the barn she found the young woman awake but paid her little mind, going directly to the fire and making ready to prepare the broth. It wasn't that she didn't care for the welfare of the girl, it was more a matter of the heart. She shook her head, trying to shake away memories that seemed to continualy haunt her. She didn't want to care, it hurt to much to care for those who would grow old and die before your very eyes while you do nothing to prevent it. Filling a pot with water and setting it over the fire, she bagan adding the food, trying not to stare into the pot for fear of seeing what she had no desire to see. The past.

 

[Mistress]

Olivia

"Olivia Charleston." She breathed, glancing at the woman as she re-entered the barn. "This was my parent's farm, there is not much left of the crops."

The woman silently nodded and continued on, the man softly touched olivia's shoulder. "Is there some where you can go?"

Olivia shook her head slowly, "No, my brothers are off fighting in the War. I have not seen either of them in over a year. There is no one else." Her voice faded off as her eyes molded to the mounds of dirt. Blinking, a tear fell down her cheek..

 

[Ravenloft]

Gabriel Martin:

"Then its settled, you'll come along with us, we are going to a church... Once we have rested here... Perhaps I will be able to get word of this to your brothers... I am a patriot in the war as well..." Gabriel said as he steered her face back to look at his own. His cloths were still bloody, and he looked an awful mess but his eyes shown crystal blue and his jaw was set with determination. He had a feeling that Falcon would object to the young lady coming along but he didn't rightly care, in his heart of hearts, it was his duty to see her to safty...

 

[Moonlight_33]

Falcon

Falcon paid the two little mind, her thought were else where. The presance of another snapped her back into focus and she uttered a curse at her self for being so absent with her thoughts. Looking to Gabriel and the girl,

"Put her on my horse, ride north for two more days, you'll find a church and Father Gibson. Hell give you both refuge and help. Tell him if i am not there in five days, he is to find another to train you. He will know what is to be done." With that she drew her blade and vanished out the barn door.

 

[Cryo]

OOC; this can't be me. my character dissapeared untill present day. if there is another bad guy in this thread though, I'd like to know about it

 

[Moonlight_33]

OOC: If i was to battle you i would win and you would be out of the thread, the one i am to fight is of little comsiquence to you as in a few posts he'll be dead anyway. Continue as before Cryo, you and i will deal with each other soon enough.

 

[bluntforcemama]

Adora

She had sat under the tree, eating an apple, listening to soft muffles, a few heartwrenching moans, and smiled to herself. All seemed to be progressing quite nicely, she thought. It was only a matter of time before they had to move again. The smell of new blood was in the air, and decaying battlefields always drew out the carrions, those beastly predators of the Highlands. Damn those Scots, she cursed. She looked to the sky, watching the leaves in the tree above her whirling in the wind. It would only be a matter of time.....

 

[KillerMuffin]

Chae Mee Sa

She sat by the fire in the cave and stared dully out into the rain. It had been years, decades even since her lover had been beheaded. She remembered it as if it were yesterday and the ferocious rage still burned as brightly as the day it had been born.

It had taken her years to learn the sword, she had found a master to teach her kantana in exchange for favors she would prefer not to think about. Coupled with her familial trade of imperial bodyguard, she had discovered herself to be a fierce fighter.

Still, her lover was dead, Quickened by a bastard ilbonin. "Nanun ilboninnomul chookgessuh," she spat, glaring at the rain, a reiteration of the promise she'd made to the swords she'd taken off of her dead lover.

"Chookgessuh!" she screamed, as if he could hear her. Her piercing voice echoed through the mountains around her.

She had tracked him across the Americas, into the Appalachians, but the ilboninnom had turned southward and disappeared without a trace. At loose ends, she had gone into the Appalachians again, seeking the knowing. Instead she had found a rouge band of savages. They slept on, deeper in the bowels of the cave.

Her swords were enough to keep them off of her and her ability to throw men twice her size had earned their grudging respect. She couldn't speak their language, they couldn't speak hers, but they taught her things. Running from the white man and their savage brethren alike, they taught her things that would serve her in good stead.

Someday she would meet the ilboninnom. Her eyes, narrowed and angry, stared into the falling rain.

"Chookgessuh..."

OOC: Is okay?

 

[Ravenloft]

OOC: Is very good Muffin! Proud to have you aboard!

Gabriel Martin:

Falcon spoke her piece and left, Gabriel stared after her, his duty was to this young woman and to the Patriots. He helped the girl to her feet and walked her over to the stewing broth Falcon had made. He let her eat, taking a bit for himself as well, and when they were done he set off for the church with her. Before the day was out they had arived. Gabriel looked about, no one seemed to be there, and he got an uneasy feeling. "Hello!" He called out as he aproached the churches doors.

 

[Mistress]

Olivia

Her arms wrapped around his waist as they rode, clinging to him. She pressed her cheek to his back her eyes closed, she was not use to being on a horse, and it scared her. A wagon was one thing but on the back of a horse was another. Her long dark hair flowing behind her as they raced towards the North.

The cold air made her shiver, as they rode, pressing against him, his warmth at least dissolved some of the chill. Gabriel did not speak much, but she too was not into conversing at the moment. She could tell there was danger, and worry was etched across his handsome features.
He rode the horse hard and fast, wanting to get to where they needed to be. Her arms squeezed him tighter, and she pressed her cheek against his back.

When the horse slowed she opened her eyes to look around, yet her arms still clung to him, he was the only thing that made her feel safe right now...and she was to going to let loose of him!

 

[KillerMuffin]

MeeSa

It had been a short battle, ridiculously so. A group of marauding Mohawk had discovered our presence and wiped the little group of renegades out. Someone had fallen asleep on watch. She lay among the dead savages, her blank staring eyes seeing even through death. The Mohawk were inspecting her swords, no doubt they'd never seen a set of katana before.

"Samang, onulun naga samangahnimnida," she whispered.

Reaching up slowly, she grabbed the arrow that had pinned her neck to the brush behind her and broke it cleanly. One of the Mohawk heard the sound and leaped to face the new threat. Stepping forward a pace, two paces, she walked off of the shaft of the arrow that pierced her jugular. She smiled at the Mohawk, who shrieked.

The blood still poured from the jagged hole in her neck, making her weak. She crossed to the savage holding her katana with measured dignity, more to prevent herself from toppling over than to impress them. She held her hands out. "Che kalul jooseh."

The Mohawk dropped the swords and bolted. Carefully, she collected the swords, a skin of water, and a parfleche of food. It was time to move on. Eastward, toward the rising sun. Perhaps she could pick up the trail of the ilboninnom.

 

[Jerahmeel]

Father Gibson


I felt the young immortal at the door. Well now I would find out. Just what kind of person he was . I went to the door and opened it. There stood the yong immortal and a young girl. "Hello young ones come have something to eat. You have nothing to fear.You are safe here. No one can hurt you as long as you are here with me on holy ground."

 

[Ravenloft]

Gabriel Martin:

"Thank you, Father..." Gabriel said with a hint of humbleness to his voice as he walked forward with the girl following behind him.

 

[Jerahmeel]

Father Gibson

"Follow me I will show you some where you can lay her room." We got her in a room but she won't let go of him. I pulled out my cross. "Watch the cross go back and forth." She slowly fell in to a trans."Be at peace be at calm and sleep. Epmty you mind of all sadd thougths. Only think of happy things. You are safe and we not allow anything bad to happen to you." She slowly fell asleep."Follow me young man.With a little sleep she will be better." We walked in to the kicthen. "Now young man tell me your story."

 

[Ravenloft]

Gabriel Martin:

"I was on the battle field yesterday... According to the one that sent me here, I died... But I am immortal now... She said here with you I would find protection from the game... What game did she speak of?" Gabriel asked, keeping his tone level.

 

[Jerahmeel]

Father Gibson

"The Game! Well the game is ver simple to understand. You win you live. You lose you die. I don't know if your friend told you there is only one way for you to die. That is to have your head cut off. The rules are simple. One on one. There will be no third partys.The next rule is the reason your freind sent you here. There is to be no fighting on Holy Ground. Plus the most important thing is. There can be only one. In the end there can be only one. So people are gonna look to kill at any chance they get. BUt don't worry about that right now you are here with me.You are safe as long as you stay here. The Church has a huge fence around it as long as you stay withen it you will be safe. By the way who is your friend and where is he or she."

 

[Ravenloft]

Gabriel Martin:

Taking all that Father Gibson told him, Gabriel absently replied. "Falcon, she said her name was Falcon... She senced another like... Us..." He said seeming to still have trouble accepting the whole thing, though it was proven beyond a shadow of a doubt. "I... I cannot stay here... I have to return to my commanding officer... I must..." He said with a growing urgency to his tone. "I am a patriot, first and foremost. I cannot turn my back on this war." Was he trying to convince Father Gibson or himself? Things were so quickly starting to blur... What if his troop had been reported slaughtered? They would look upon him as a deserter! He couldn't face his parents with that label over his head! Gabriel looked up at Father Gibson beseachingly for what to do.