The Lonely Pass.
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Stefan looked back at Neci and said in a voice that was low enough for just her to hear, "You are right. I am not like everyone else but there are circumstances why I am here. I was raised up in a very strict family and one day I came home to find my father beating my mother and grabbed a dagger and stabbed him to death. I was going to be executed but Nightblade came out and got me out alive and I owe him my life so I stick with him to guard him and because it is the only home and family that I care for."
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The PAIIIINNNNN! Oh it hurts. Make it stop, please, make it stop. Kill! Must kill PAAAIIIINNNNN! AARRROOOOOOOO! Belly hurt. Stop pain, please stop! Warfim promise anything. AARRROOOOOOO!! Oh it hurt, bad.
The werebeast named Warfim curled up on the carpet of moss in his den. He had never felt anything like this pain before. Usually, his stomach could disolve anything he chose to eat. However, he had never eaten silver before. His last victim, a young merchant he found wandering lost, he had consumed in mighty chunks. Warfim never noticed he was swallowing the merchants jewelry along with his more delectable parts. The merchant's blood had not finished drying on Warfim's fur when the first wave of pain hit him. This was going to be a long night. If he could just make it until morning and through the "change," he would be alright. Silver didn't hurt his alter ego.
ARRRROOOOOOO!!!!!! AAARRRRROOOOOOOOO!!!
The PAIIIINNNNN! Oh it hurts. Make it stop, please, make it stop. Kill! Must kill PAAAIIIINNNNN! AARRROOOOOOOO! Belly hurt. Stop pain, please stop! Warfim promise anything. AARRROOOOOOO!! Oh it hurt, bad.
The werebeast named Warfim curled up on the carpet of moss in his den. He had never felt anything like this pain before. Usually, his stomach could disolve anything he chose to eat. However, he had never eaten silver before. His last victim, a young merchant he found wandering lost, he had consumed in mighty chunks. Warfim never noticed he was swallowing the merchants jewelry along with his more delectable parts. The merchant's blood had not finished drying on Warfim's fur when the first wave of pain hit him. This was going to be a long night. If he could just make it until morning and through the "change," he would be alright. Silver didn't hurt his alter ego.
ARRRROOOOOOO!!!!!! AAARRRRROOOOOOOOO!!!
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Alex returned fairly quickly. "Boss, you should hear the words some of those people use. They could out-curse a Tarosian Dark Knight in the middle of battle with the Aramonians!" chuckled Alex. "But all in all, they said a flat no", he said, turning serious.
New character: DIOLPH
Diolph paced his flagstone manor with concern. Alex, had always seemed dependable in the three years he had defended his lands. Diolph had made it very clear that he was to return before nightfall the previous day. What was going on?
Stepping quickly to his desk, he pulled on a chain. A gong resounded through the halls. A moment later, a slim, rough-hewn figure appeared silently at Dioplh's throneroom entranceway.
Gamaliel was a reliable servant of Diolph's, ever since his family had been saved from a gnoll attack many years before. Dioplh's courage had seen that his family was safe within the city walls, and fed adequately in time of famine due to the gnoll paglue. In return, Gamaliel had developed his talents well, both as a fighter and thinker.
"My majesty, you call?" Gamaliel lilted in Elven. His teachers had always been impressed at his mastery of language.
Diolph smiled at his protege's skill. "This might even be a challenge for YOU, my son," he replied in ancient Dwarven. Gamaliel's ears lifted and he smiled at the use of the old tongue.
"Alex is gone." Gamaliel took the news with a shrug. Alex had been, if not questionable in his loyalty, then hard to read over the years.
"It has been tasked to me to return him?"
"Yes. He is a considerable investment, and a companion. He was also not meager in combat, and took his oaths seriously. How is it that he should be late? You must find him. He was last patrolling through Lonely Valley."
"My majesty, as you request." Gamaliel bowed in obesciance, then backed away from the throne room. Dioplh sat uneasily and put chin in hand, staring at the latest wheat harvest totals for his lands. The shortage would not be an easy problem to make up.
Outside, Gamaliel drew his flashing hazel eyes upwards, giving himself a long gaze at the direction of Lonely Valley. Many legends were heard of that place, legends of death and not death, of monsters and ghouls, vampires and ghosts. Gamaliel knew not of such things, but his training taught him to deal with what he could see. Mounting a fresh horse, he shouldered his backpack and cantered out of Diolph's gate, then swung his mount's head in the diredtion of Lonely Valley. His mount's galloping feet echoed across the square.
Diolph paced his flagstone manor with concern. Alex, had always seemed dependable in the three years he had defended his lands. Diolph had made it very clear that he was to return before nightfall the previous day. What was going on?
Stepping quickly to his desk, he pulled on a chain. A gong resounded through the halls. A moment later, a slim, rough-hewn figure appeared silently at Dioplh's throneroom entranceway.
Gamaliel was a reliable servant of Diolph's, ever since his family had been saved from a gnoll attack many years before. Dioplh's courage had seen that his family was safe within the city walls, and fed adequately in time of famine due to the gnoll paglue. In return, Gamaliel had developed his talents well, both as a fighter and thinker.
"My majesty, you call?" Gamaliel lilted in Elven. His teachers had always been impressed at his mastery of language.
Diolph smiled at his protege's skill. "This might even be a challenge for YOU, my son," he replied in ancient Dwarven. Gamaliel's ears lifted and he smiled at the use of the old tongue.
"Alex is gone." Gamaliel took the news with a shrug. Alex had been, if not questionable in his loyalty, then hard to read over the years.
"It has been tasked to me to return him?"
"Yes. He is a considerable investment, and a companion. He was also not meager in combat, and took his oaths seriously. How is it that he should be late? You must find him. He was last patrolling through Lonely Valley."
"My majesty, as you request." Gamaliel bowed in obesciance, then backed away from the throne room. Dioplh sat uneasily and put chin in hand, staring at the latest wheat harvest totals for his lands. The shortage would not be an easy problem to make up.
Outside, Gamaliel drew his flashing hazel eyes upwards, giving himself a long gaze at the direction of Lonely Valley. Many legends were heard of that place, legends of death and not death, of monsters and ghouls, vampires and ghosts. Gamaliel knew not of such things, but his training taught him to deal with what he could see. Mounting a fresh horse, he shouldered his backpack and cantered out of Diolph's gate, then swung his mount's head in the diredtion of Lonely Valley. His mount's galloping feet echoed across the square.
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Nightblade:
With a gleam of irritation in his eyes Nightblade turned to his men. "Men! It looks like ye may do with the bitch as thou whilt..." And with that he tossed the cell's cast iron key into the croud of lusty, dark hearted men. They clammered about for the key as though it were a brick of gold, a couple fights ensued, but were quickly ended by their desire for the woman in the cell. Finally one man came forward with the key, his sword drawn to hold back any who would dare to wrench the key from him. He marched up to the cell with a wicked smile. It was the same man that had attempted to have at her little more than an hour before.
Nightblade hung back, watching with his lips pulled into a grim line of resolve, his arms crossed across his chest.
With a gleam of irritation in his eyes Nightblade turned to his men. "Men! It looks like ye may do with the bitch as thou whilt..." And with that he tossed the cell's cast iron key into the croud of lusty, dark hearted men. They clammered about for the key as though it were a brick of gold, a couple fights ensued, but were quickly ended by their desire for the woman in the cell. Finally one man came forward with the key, his sword drawn to hold back any who would dare to wrench the key from him. He marched up to the cell with a wicked smile. It was the same man that had attempted to have at her little more than an hour before.
Nightblade hung back, watching with his lips pulled into a grim line of resolve, his arms crossed across his chest.
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Neci
Neci hissed and glanced at Stefan, trying not to show the fear in her eyes. She glared at Nightblade,"You can not give me to your men!"
"Oh?"He sneered.
She pulled Stefan's face towards her and kissed him softly through the bars."I am Stefan's, he has claimed me, and he was the one to capture me!" She smiled,"As well as the fact that I have a new idea to make your shit heads better Outlaws!"
She glanced at Stefan hoping he would play along,it would not be so bad to have him force her. He was a kind man, but to have to bed this pack of dogs would prove to be too much for her sanity.
Neci hissed and glanced at Stefan, trying not to show the fear in her eyes. She glared at Nightblade,"You can not give me to your men!"
"Oh?"He sneered.
She pulled Stefan's face towards her and kissed him softly through the bars."I am Stefan's, he has claimed me, and he was the one to capture me!" She smiled,"As well as the fact that I have a new idea to make your shit heads better Outlaws!"
She glanced at Stefan hoping he would play along,it would not be so bad to have him force her. He was a kind man, but to have to bed this pack of dogs would prove to be too much for her sanity.
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Nightblade:
"Claim her? Is that so Stefan? How... Quaint... Unfortunately HE doesn't seem to be the one with the key now does he, ye bitch?"
The man with the key grunted obcenely as he turned his head toward Nightblade, in wait for his word.
With a dismissive wave of his hand, Nightblade sighed. "Its between you and Stefan now fool, don't look at me. If he wishes to take the key from ya, it'll have to be by force, now, won't it?" Dispite his nonchalant attitude, Nightblade's lips curled up in a dark grin.
With another grunt, the man with the key brandished it in Stefan's direction menacingly.
"Claim her? Is that so Stefan? How... Quaint... Unfortunately HE doesn't seem to be the one with the key now does he, ye bitch?"
The man with the key grunted obcenely as he turned his head toward Nightblade, in wait for his word.
With a dismissive wave of his hand, Nightblade sighed. "Its between you and Stefan now fool, don't look at me. If he wishes to take the key from ya, it'll have to be by force, now, won't it?" Dispite his nonchalant attitude, Nightblade's lips curled up in a dark grin.
With another grunt, the man with the key brandished it in Stefan's direction menacingly.
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"I'll fight and kill both of you for it, thine foul dogs", stood up Alex, unarmed. He walked up to the armed one and they both got into a battle stance. The armed one charged and Alex simply stepped aside, catching the sword arm and breaking it behind his back. He took the sword and flung it to the ground and had his arm wrapped around his now un-armed opponent's neck. "Boss, I do not know if I should kill him or not as I have just been admitted to your band. Give me the word and I'll kill him, though", said Alex, waiting for Nightblade's response. Meanwhile, he shot a look to Stefan that said one thing, "Attack me and you'r position will be a lot worse than this retard's".
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Neci
Her eyes widen and she glanced at Stefan, blinking back tears she whispered,"Oh dear God please!"
Sliding to the front of the wooden cell where the Knight and the bandit were fighting; she waited patently, hoping the man would drop the key. When he did not she glanced at Stefan again, he did not seem like he intended on making a move. Shouting she picked up a near by rock and threw it at Nightblade! "Enough! Do you want to hear my idea or not?"
She cringed at the look in his eyes when she had actually hit him. She then moved her eyes back to him,"I know a way to help you get more! All I ask in return for my idea is some what of a deal."
Her eyes widen and she glanced at Stefan, blinking back tears she whispered,"Oh dear God please!"
Sliding to the front of the wooden cell where the Knight and the bandit were fighting; she waited patently, hoping the man would drop the key. When he did not she glanced at Stefan again, he did not seem like he intended on making a move. Shouting she picked up a near by rock and threw it at Nightblade! "Enough! Do you want to hear my idea or not?"
She cringed at the look in his eyes when she had actually hit him. She then moved her eyes back to him,"I know a way to help you get more! All I ask in return for my idea is some what of a deal."
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"Don't worry yourself, woman. I don't wish you for my bed. I was simply trying to get you out of your predicament. I have had the chance for women all my life, and have almost always turned them down", said Alex. He took the key, and put it into his pocket. After all, he had won.
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Thug:
Alex thought he had won until he felt the elbow against his jaw, it sent him stumbling backward. Nightblade's man stared him down with relentless purpose. It was obvious he intended to rape the woman and didn't mind the shedding of blood to do so.
Nightblade:
"This is not to do with you Knight. Stand down, else if you do not die at my mans hand, you will die at mine! This is Stefan's battle is it not! Even by your own code you surely see this?! Back away and your life will be spared. STEFAN! Do you claim the harlot or not?!" Nightblade's voice was one beyond argument. It was clear he would see any that argued him dead before the hour had ended.
Alex thought he had won until he felt the elbow against his jaw, it sent him stumbling backward. Nightblade's man stared him down with relentless purpose. It was obvious he intended to rape the woman and didn't mind the shedding of blood to do so.
Nightblade:
"This is not to do with you Knight. Stand down, else if you do not die at my mans hand, you will die at mine! This is Stefan's battle is it not! Even by your own code you surely see this?! Back away and your life will be spared. STEFAN! Do you claim the harlot or not?!" Nightblade's voice was one beyond argument. It was clear he would see any that argued him dead before the hour had ended.
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Stefan looked back at Neci in instant shock and confusion. She had said that she was his and now he had to fight one of his friends for her; something that he did not want to do but in order to save Neci from the fate that the men in the camp had for her he knew what he had to do. He turned to Nightblade, "I do claim this woman for my own."
He drew his sword quickly, looked at his fellow bandit and knew that this would end in one of two ways, his death or the death of his friend.
He moved closer to where his friend stood, his sword in his hand and moved quickly. His friend never saw the move coming and a line of blood appeared on his arm where the sword had cut into it.
He drew his sword quickly, looked at his fellow bandit and knew that this would end in one of two ways, his death or the death of his friend.
He moved closer to where his friend stood, his sword in his hand and moved quickly. His friend never saw the move coming and a line of blood appeared on his arm where the sword had cut into it.
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Bandit:
With a grunt of pain the bandit holding the key jerked backward, hoisting his sword up to defend, blood welled up from his wound. His eyes were feral, his teeth bared and gritted together as his nostrals flared with a sharp rage.
He rushed Stefan then, seeking to split him from groin to sternum with a swift, anger induced thrust of his blade.
With a grunt of pain the bandit holding the key jerked backward, hoisting his sword up to defend, blood welled up from his wound. His eyes were feral, his teeth bared and gritted together as his nostrals flared with a sharp rage.
He rushed Stefan then, seeking to split him from groin to sternum with a swift, anger induced thrust of his blade.
Gamaliel enters the scene
With the exquisite training he had received at the hand of the Everflame paladins, Gamaliel had no trouble sneaking up on men who were otherwise occupied like this. He narrowed his hazel eyes at the sight of the ragged cage, the woman inside, and the males fighting over the key to the cell.
Novum portunis alfae.....
He crooned the words quietly, feeling the response of the otherworldy creatures he called. They sent their loyalty along the wisp of a connection he had just created by his words. The connection was between the Material Plane, where he stood now, and the Plane of Water, where his allies awaited. No need for them now, but if this Alex was in combat, as he looked to be, then physical confrontation may be in order. From what Gamaliel had shared and heard from his king, Diolph, however, this Alex could more than fend for himself.
Behind the small group of bandits, Gamaliel stepped into the open, behind the wagon. He awaited development of the scene before him.
With the exquisite training he had received at the hand of the Everflame paladins, Gamaliel had no trouble sneaking up on men who were otherwise occupied like this. He narrowed his hazel eyes at the sight of the ragged cage, the woman inside, and the males fighting over the key to the cell.
Novum portunis alfae.....
He crooned the words quietly, feeling the response of the otherworldy creatures he called. They sent their loyalty along the wisp of a connection he had just created by his words. The connection was between the Material Plane, where he stood now, and the Plane of Water, where his allies awaited. No need for them now, but if this Alex was in combat, as he looked to be, then physical confrontation may be in order. From what Gamaliel had shared and heard from his king, Diolph, however, this Alex could more than fend for himself.
Behind the small group of bandits, Gamaliel stepped into the open, behind the wagon. He awaited development of the scene before him.
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Neci
Neci almost screamed happily when Stefan agreed, but then the fight started. Her bright eyes watched every movement, prayers running through her mind to keep Stefan alive. She shivers in the night air afraid for Stefan's life. Glancing over she saw Nightblade's eyes on her, and smirk upon his face. He knew she had spoken falsely, and the look on his face when Stefan had backed up her words....
She knew that even if Stefan did win her in the fight, the challenge would not be over. Many tests would be given towards the gentle man, in order to prove that she was his. And she knew she had to convince the others that she was truly his, her eyes went back to the fight and she found herself shouting out at them.
Neci almost screamed happily when Stefan agreed, but then the fight started. Her bright eyes watched every movement, prayers running through her mind to keep Stefan alive. She shivers in the night air afraid for Stefan's life. Glancing over she saw Nightblade's eyes on her, and smirk upon his face. He knew she had spoken falsely, and the look on his face when Stefan had backed up her words....
She knew that even if Stefan did win her in the fight, the challenge would not be over. Many tests would be given towards the gentle man, in order to prove that she was his. And she knew she had to convince the others that she was truly his, her eyes went back to the fight and she found herself shouting out at them.
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Stefan brought his sword up and easily blocked the blow that would have cut him up the middle and moved the sword as he kicked the bandit in the abdomen. As soon as the bandit was on the ground Stefan walked forward and put his sword to the man's throat and was about to thrust the blade down but at the last moment stopped and took a step backwards then turned. He was about to slide his sword back into its sheath but before he could he heard hurried footsteps behind him and turned to see the bandit running at him. Stefan moved to one side just as he cut to the other, catching the unsuspecting bandit across the abdomen. The bandit looked at him before he fell to the ground which caused Stefan to rush over and cradle his head in his hands.
"Erik... I am so sorry. I did not mean for this to happen."
"Erik... I am so sorry. I did not mean for this to happen."
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Erik:
Gritting his teeth, Erik reached behind his back as Stefan held his head almost as though he were his brother. Erik grunted from the pain of his slit open stomach, his blood pouring outward, staining the ground. Swallowing hard, Erik choaked back his pain. He motioned feebly for Stefan to draw near and when he did, Erik whispered hoarsly. "She's mine, you can't have her!" The next thing Stefan knew, a dagger bit into his shoulder deeply, it was evident that Erik was attempting to stab for his neck but the loss of blood and the exhaustion of fighing all the others off for the key had weakened him too much. His hand clung limply to the dagger's handle as he looked up into Stefan's eyes with a mocking smirk before his eyes faded of life.
Nightblade:
Moving forward swiftly, Nightblade pulled Erik's limp body out of Stefan's arms by his hair. "Damnable ogre, couldn't even take defeat with a modicum of grace now could he?" Kneeling next to Stefan, Nightblade leaned in, ripping at the sleave of his shirt to reveal the wound, as the dagger had slipped free when Nightblade had pulled the body of Erik away. "Stay still Stefan..." Tying the ripped fabric of Stefan's shirt a few inches above the wound, Nightblade knoted it sharply, cutting off the blood flow. He then pressed his mouth to the wound and sucked, in the back ground one of his man could be heard wretching followed by some of the older members laughing at the one who had just emptied his stomach.
Gritting his teeth, Erik reached behind his back as Stefan held his head almost as though he were his brother. Erik grunted from the pain of his slit open stomach, his blood pouring outward, staining the ground. Swallowing hard, Erik choaked back his pain. He motioned feebly for Stefan to draw near and when he did, Erik whispered hoarsly. "She's mine, you can't have her!" The next thing Stefan knew, a dagger bit into his shoulder deeply, it was evident that Erik was attempting to stab for his neck but the loss of blood and the exhaustion of fighing all the others off for the key had weakened him too much. His hand clung limply to the dagger's handle as he looked up into Stefan's eyes with a mocking smirk before his eyes faded of life.
Nightblade:
Moving forward swiftly, Nightblade pulled Erik's limp body out of Stefan's arms by his hair. "Damnable ogre, couldn't even take defeat with a modicum of grace now could he?" Kneeling next to Stefan, Nightblade leaned in, ripping at the sleave of his shirt to reveal the wound, as the dagger had slipped free when Nightblade had pulled the body of Erik away. "Stay still Stefan..." Tying the ripped fabric of Stefan's shirt a few inches above the wound, Nightblade knoted it sharply, cutting off the blood flow. He then pressed his mouth to the wound and sucked, in the back ground one of his man could be heard wretching followed by some of the older members laughing at the one who had just emptied his stomach.
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Stefan lay there and screamed out in pain but tried hard not to move and wondered why the wound was beginning to burn. He looked over a Nightblade and instantly knew the answer, that bastard had put poison on the blade of his dagger. He lay back and let out another shout of pain, hoping that he would live to see another sunrise.
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Neci
Neci reached through the bars and put cool hands on Stefan's face. She looked at him saddly and smoothed the hair back from his forehead,"I am sorry my friend." Bending she whispered so he could hear her, hoping he would forgive her for the trouble she had dragged him into.
Neci reached through the bars and put cool hands on Stefan's face. She looked at him saddly and smoothed the hair back from his forehead,"I am sorry my friend." Bending she whispered so he could hear her, hoping he would forgive her for the trouble she had dragged him into.
A healing
Gamaliel recognized the problem for what it was, and could hold silent no longer. Injury and pain WERE part of this existence, but madness such as this-BOTH combatants dying, over a woman-was not tolerable. He stepped forward.
"I mean you no harm," he said loudly in Common. Heads turned sharply, and hands went to weapons. He held out his glowing hand, plam out and up. "I mean you no harm, but I have the power to remove the poison from this man's body. Is that acceptable?"
Gamaliel recognized the problem for what it was, and could hold silent no longer. Injury and pain WERE part of this existence, but madness such as this-BOTH combatants dying, over a woman-was not tolerable. He stepped forward.
"I mean you no harm," he said loudly in Common. Heads turned sharply, and hands went to weapons. He held out his glowing hand, plam out and up. "I mean you no harm, but I have the power to remove the poison from this man's body. Is that acceptable?"
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Nightblade:
Turning his head to regard the intruder, Nightblade spit out a mouth full of poisoned blood. He scowled. "What the hell is this!? Do we have signs up saying *Bandit camp HERE?!*, *This way to the bandit camp?!* Nightblade shouted at his men as he stood. Looking down on Stefan, his face was going pale, too much of the poison had seeped into his veins. Nightblade looked to the intruder. "Save him if you must..." He let the man pass by him.
Turning his head to regard the intruder, Nightblade spit out a mouth full of poisoned blood. He scowled. "What the hell is this!? Do we have signs up saying *Bandit camp HERE?!*, *This way to the bandit camp?!* Nightblade shouted at his men as he stood. Looking down on Stefan, his face was going pale, too much of the poison had seeped into his veins. Nightblade looked to the intruder. "Save him if you must..." He let the man pass by him.
