The Thief.

[Valdimer]

Domitri Constantenov



The door handle giggled. Domitri imediatlly stood upright, his sword held in front of him. He took a few steps to the door, as Jasmine stepped to her feet. "And what do you plan to do woman? Sit back down if you know what is best." he said, in his thick accent. Standing about 5 feet from the door, he raised his sword, preparing to stab the door, and whoever stood on the other side..........

 

[Ravenloft]

Thildemar:

Unlatching the door, Thil stood on the far side of it and nudged it open with his foot. It swung open to reveal no one apparent at the door. Thildemar pulled a thin length of silk from a pouch and wrapped it about his hands, making a garrot out of it as he waited silently.

 

[Gilly Bean]

Tarinia:

As the door slowly opened, Tarinia felt that old rage building within her again. She looked around for a weapon, but found nothing to use as one. She stood, and went over near the russian to wait.

 

[Valdimer]

Domitri



Watching the door swing open, Domitri could not help but let out a laugh. "My dear boy, step inside, we need to talk." he said, the last bit sounding more stern. Raising his sword high, he sliced through the hinges on the door. Slamming to the ground, Domitri reached around the side of where the door had been, and grabbed a handfull of cloth. Pulling with all his strength, Domitri whiped Thildimar around, and flung him agianst the farthest wall. Watching him glide across the room, Domitri took a few strides to where Thildimar fell, and leveled his sword to his chest. "Now, boy. Give me what you have stolen. My patience wears thin, and I will kill you without a second glance.....if I dont get what I want." he said, a very evil look in his eyes............

 

[Ravenloft]

Thildemar:

"To..." Thil stopped to cough, slammed against the wall had knocked the wind from him, and his lungs ached badly, still he found the breath to taunt the human. "To hell with you... Human!" Thil launched to his feet, snapping the garrot to taughtness in his hands, and did an almost magically gravity defying flip over the russian's head. The garrot fell into place about the man's neck... Thil crouched down, forcing the man along his back, the garrot choking him violently as the silk bit into his skin... Thildemar looked up into Jasmine's eyes and saw the terror there... Something about that look... Made him loosen his grip on the silk cloth for an instant...

 

[Valdimer]

Domitri


Feeling garrot tighten, Domitri thought fast. Moving his head to one side, he felt his lungs fill back up with air. Pushing with his feet, still on the floor, he flipped, somewhat clumbsly over Thildimar, falling on his bottom as he did so. His hand going to his throat, he felt blood. Looking to Thildimar, then his sword, which lay behind Thil, Domitri said, inbetween gasps for breath. "Your move boy."...........

 

[Gilly Bean]

Tarinia:


Tarinia stood motionless for a few moments, and watched the attack. She stood slightly behind Thildemar, and knew he either had paid her no atention, or did not recognize her. She drew out a small dagger from the back of her belt, and ran towards his back, the small thing aimed for it. It would not do much against him, but it would draw the blood she so rightly felt she deserved.

 

[Ravenloft]

Thildemar:

The young elf girl struck at Thil's back, drawing a line of blood with her blade. Thildemar hissed and lashed out at her out of instinct as he moved himself against the far wall, protecting himself from another attack.

 

[Gilly Bean]

Tarinia:

Tarinia felt the blow hit her and send her reelin to the wall. Her head connected with something hard, and she felt a strang heaviness to herself as she sank to the ground. Her eyes couldn't focus, then it started to get black. As she slipped to the ground completly, she looked up at Thildemar with hatred in her violet eyes. Then, her eyes slipped closed against her will. She lay quiet and still on the floor, a small bloodied dagger laying on the ground next to her open limp hand.

 

[Honey_B]

Jasmine

Jasmine stooped to pick up the knife and looked at the slight elf girl. She wondered why she had tried to kill Thildemar. It didn't make any sense to her. Of course, nothing had made any sense today.

She gently moved the unconscious girl's head and saw that she was bleeding from where she had struck her head. Jasmine sighed and tore three inches from the bottom of her night dress and held the fabric over the wound to stop the bleeding.

While she held the makeshift bandage to the elf's head, she looked back over her shoulder, first at the brute and then at Thildemar.

"What are you going to do with them? What are we to do?"

Jasmine was surprised at how quickly she combined herself in Thildemar's plans, by referring to themselves as "we".

 

[Ravenloft]

Thildemar:

For a moment, Thildemar's face was twisted into a wild mask. Then he slowly came to himself again. The russian was weakened for the moment, and the elf girl... "Here... Have her drink this..." Thil said to Jasmine as he pulled a flask from a belt pouch and tossed it to her. He faced the russian then. "Who sent you?" Thil growled as he drew the stolen knife and treatened the man with it.

 

[Gilly Bean]

Tarinia:

She lay still as her head was bandaged, but could hear voices. Her eyes struggled to open, but wouldn't. After a moment, the voices grew dim again, and she stopped trying.

 

[Honey_B]

Jasmine

She caught the small flask with one hand and opened it. She had laid the elf girl back so that her head was resting on her lap and she gently open the girl's pretty mouth. Jasmine had no idea how much to give her so she started with a few drops of the brownish liquid.

Jasmine listened as Thildemar challenged the Russian. She was as desperate from answers as he was.

 

[Gilly Bean]

Tarinia:

She felt the cool liquid on her lips, and her small tongue licked at it without thought. Tarinia felt odd, and opened her eyes slightly. The light from the room sent blinding pain across her head and she groaned, and then closed them again. She lay still, trying to assess the damage.

 

[Ravenloft]

Thildemar:

"Won't talk will you? Just stay put then..." Thil hissed at the russian. He approaced to bind the man to the chair in the room. That done, he turned toward Jasmine and the elven maiden. "Now! Why have you attacked me!? Do you not know I have the hospitality of this clan of elves? That I was born here?" He growled as he approached both the women. Kneeling next to Jasmine, he placed a soft, cool hand on her shoulder.

 

[Honey_B]

Jasmine

The female elf opened her eyes briefly and then closed them again. Concerned, Jasmine gently stroked her beatiful face, trying to soothe wounded girl.

Thildemar's voice caught her attention. The man refused to respond. Jasmine breathed a little easier as her companion tied him securely to a chair. All she wanted was a moment's peace. It seemed she had lived a lifetime in the space of a day.

That done, Thildemar came over to her and began to question the elf girl. His voice held a tone that caused Jasmine to look at him. If anything, his eyes looked hurt. She must be mistaken.

When he crouched by her side, Jasmine again felt strangely drawn to him. Perhaps it was just a craving for comfort, but when he put a hand on her shoulder, she leaned into him a little. She turned her head and looked up into those stormy grey eyes and smiled.

 

[Ravenloft]

Thildemar:

"Child of the leaves..." Thil sighed to the elf girl. "You have no cause to attack me... Now stand and take this... Man to the elders... He is the villain here... Not I..." Thil said calmly. He looked into Jasmines eyes then, showing concern. "Are you well? Do need some more sugar... To..." He fell silent then and simply looked into her eyes.

 

[Gilly Bean]

Tarinia:

Tarinia heard the voice, HIS voice, as if from a dream. She forced her eyes open. The first thing she saw was the bold girl, looking down at her, then she realized that the voice was no dream, but was addressing her. How well she remembered that voice from her youg childhood years. Her voilet eyes looked hurt and confused as she looked up at him.

She opened her mouth to speak, and naught but a squeak came out, she was so scared. Clearing her throat, and taking a deep breath, she tried again.

"You are MY enemy, and my families. You were responsible for... for his death, in as much as you may have well been weilding the dagger that killed my brother yourself!" She told him defiantly. Her chin was thrut outward, and she was breathing heavily. "And if you don't know who I am, then I feel sorry for the many that you must be responsible for killing!"

 

[Ravenloft]

Thildemar:

"Your... Brother?" Realization came to Thil's eyes. She spoke of the child that was lost to the drow so long ago. "That... That was not my fault Child... No one could have saved the child, the drow corrupted his heart from birth... He ended being your brother and a child of the leaves the moment the drow turned him..." Thil's tone brooked no arguments. "So... You would kill me for what you perceive as my faliure? What if it had been your father who had attempted to rescue the boy... And failed? Would you have drawn his blood as well?" He was not being gentle with this one... Mild distaste showed in his eyes as he locked them onto her. "Go, take the russian assassin to your elders, let THEM deal with him... And with me... I is not your place..." His voice was calm once more as he turned his eyes away, and onto Jasmine's bare shoulder. He noticed her shivering ever so slightly.

 

[Gilly Bean]

Tarinia:

She looked at him, her lower lip quivering as she fought back the same tears that threaten when ever she thinks of her brother.

"You took him there, to that place. He would never have gone alone." She told him in an accusing tone, though her voice trembled slightly with emotion that was about to spill over.

Tarinia looked at the Russian, and frowned.

"He is not with me, and he is not my responsibility. You get rid of him as YOU want."

 

[Honey_B]

Jasmine

Jasmine couldn't help but listen as the two talked. A brother killed. That would explain the girl's ire. Thildemar asked her if she needed some bread and Jasmine ignored the question, absorbed in the exchange between the two.

She began to shake though as she began to feel sick again. Jasmine looked around the room. Thildemar must have left the bread outside. She stood gracefully and walked to the door. Opening it she found the loaf and honey sitting just beyond the entrance. She picked up the food and carried it inside.

Thildemar and the girl continued to argue as she sat down by the fire, and tore into the bread. She felt better after eating a little.

 

[Ravenloft]

Thildemar:

Turning his eyes upon the young elf, Thil gave her a look that brooked no argument. "Your brother went with me of his own accord leaf-child, he knew the risk, just as well as I did. your ire is misplaced." He said as calmly as he could through clenched teeth. "NOW, leave, and take the russian with you. I am through with you." He hissed as he stood up and abandoned the girl to her emotions. He moved over to the fire and stoaked it silently, waiting for the elf girl to leave. His jaw flexed with annoyance.

 

[Gilly Bean]

Tarinia:

Tarinia looked around at the russian, then back at Thildemar. She glanced sparingly at the other woman in the room, but she posed little, if any, threat. Finally, she stood, on shaking legs. Tarinia knew she couldn't bring herself to kill him, as much as she wanted. The wound she inflicted was nothing, more of a scratch, and that alone had nauseated her. The sight of his blood should have been a welcome sight, but it was not. It left her shaky, and sick. She drew in a deep breath, and turned towards the door, and walked slowly to it.

Turning back, she looked at the russian. She knew if she left him, and he woke, he would try to kill Thildemar. He deserved it, part of her said. The other part looked at him as she was, an elf. We are not malicious people, she thought. Closing her eyes, she took in a deep breath, and looked up at Thildemar, who was presenting her back to him once again. She had grown up around this man, and tagged along with him and her brother as a child. She got into thier stuff, and made them mad on more then one occasion. As she had aged, so had her feelings and emotions. Thildemar had turned from a brother, to more, in her mind. She wondered fleetingly if that is why it hurt her so much to think he had led her brother to his demise.

Tainya walked slowly over to the russian. He was a large man, much larger then her own lithe frame. She looked up at Thildemar and slowly gathered her wits before she spoke.

"Thild... Thildemar, I can't very well lift him, and carry him with me." She told him in a soft, defeated voice. "I do not wish to leave him, mearly because I know he will try to kill you. What little I did, I find I can't stomache, and I know I could not stomache even the thought of more. I am sorry..." She trailed off the last bit of it, and turned from Thildemar. Looking back at the russian again, she sighed and tried her hardest to get him up, to stand him enough so that they might walk out, but his weight was to much for her, and he slumped back down. Tears of frustration threatened to spill down her cheeks, but she refused to let them.

 

[Ravenloft]

Thildemar:

Turning his head, Thil looked at Tarinia. "Gather some of the scouts then... Bring them here to collect the assassin." Thil said flatly. He was keeping his anger in check the best he could. He remembered the little rose-cheeked girl she used to be, always tagging along with her brother and himself. She'd spoiled more than one hunt with her constant prattle. There was a certain charm to it, but now that she'd attacked him, and made it known she fully blamed him for her brothers fall, he felt disgust when she was near.

 

[Valdimer]

OOC: Sorry it took so long to get back. No internet access for a week, and then computer problems when I got back on, but it's all taken care of now.


IC: Domitri stuggled against his bindings. His eyes filled with rage, but his mouth remained silent. He would not give this..this elf the pleasure of his capture, not for long anyways. 'I have to get out' he thought. Looking around, taking in his surroundings agian, he let his gaze fall on Tarinia. 'The girl.....' he thought. Looking to Tarinia, then to his sword, not far from him, and aparently forgotten by everyone in the room, Domitri spoke. "So, tell me Thildimar.....What are your plans with that dagger, and your newfound wench at your side? Hmmm? And, apparently it seems that I am not the only one who wants to see your blood." he said with a sly smile.........