Thru The Myst

[LadyFairy]

[ This thread is open to any and all who wish to join. I need anyone interested in playing to take the part of other passangers. Men and women alike.]


Her Father Lord Viscount Damein Devro had married Katheren O'Conner. Her grandmother was scottish, and grandfather Irish, and well her fathers family english. Nether side of the family got along well, both sides only agreed on one thing. They both cared greatly for their grand children.

The ship had tossed and heaved in the storm. They had run into the storm to escape an on comming pirate ship, and it was ether risk the storm or the pirates. The good captin had decided to risk the storm.

Moora could hear the ships captin yelling orders to the seamen above and prayed that, every thing would be alright. They had saild from the America's and were on their way to Scottland to see her brother, and his family.

She had turn'd 19 and was still unwed. She had hoped to meet a strong handsome man and settle down. A good strong scott's man or and Irishmen would do wonderfly. No offence to her father but the english dandies she'd met seemd well weak.

Stepping out of her cabin Morra decided to try and make it to her parents cabin to see how her mother faird she had been sea sick sence they left port.

There were sevral other passangers abord as well. A husbend and wife with their baby boy. Two or three other gentalmen, and two others who hadnt showed themselves.. a man and a woman..

Morra jumped watching her father come running twords her grabbing her arm and yelling at her to get above to a long boat the ship was beginning to sink... and that he would get her mother..

Morra begain running and made it to one of the long boats watching in horror as a huge wave hit the ship sending several men over board. Turning she heard the sound of a baby, and noticed the mother and child. The mother was standing at the raling screaming for her husbend.

Moora figured he must have been swept over board. Running to the women she grabbed her and pushed her twords the long boat. Taking the baby she handed the woman down to some of the men in the long boat, and as another wave hit she watched the long boat fall into the water, and over turn.

It was all she could do to hold onto the baby, and the railing. Weak and exausted, both of them soaked to the bone. She looked around for another long boat there was one left. Working her way along the raling holding fast to the baby as she made it to the longboat.

She saw her mother and father, as well as some of the other passangers. Holding onto the baby, and with the people in the long boats help she climbed in. Watching the boat sink as the long boat pulled away the baby crying in her arms.
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[blackopal19]

Name: Rose Sullivan
age:20-21
description: black hair and blue eyes, slim but overly skinny either.


She was the mysterious woman passenger that hadn't shown herself to most on the ship. She was secretive and for good reason....

With her dark hair and blue eyes it was hard for most to believe that she was of irish/scottish descent. Her father had called her ancestors 'black celts'. She beleived that it was because of some form of invaders or the like. She hadn't questioned him at all.

IC:

The storm and wreaked havoc on Rose's daily routine aboard the ship. Dishes rattled, and crew were running around wildly. Her trunk shifted violently, but she never let it leave her sight, although she thought it was silly to think someone could walk off with it. It took three grown men to move it. But the secrets inside were well worth protecting.

Then the call was made. She had to leave. She neatly wrapped herself in a warm shawl and serenely made her way across the heaving deck to the one remaining longboat. Stepping inside she sat across from a girl holding a baby. However, it wasn't the young mother she sometimes had shared tea with...no, it was the daughter of someone important on board.

In a moment the long boat was off...and the ship was succombing to the storm. However, Rose sat quietly, serenely as she turned and watched the ship sinking in the screaming storm.

 

[AmenRa]

James MacLeod knew he should not have taken this ship. Another would have been better, simply for the fact that he could have stayed a few more days with the natives in the New World. Indians, the English called them. But, they weren't even from India. MacLeod knew India, and Africa, and countless other countries, but he hadn't met any people at all like the natives in the Americas.

And now, here he stood, his brown felt hat whipped away by a flailing wind, his dark brown overcoat now appearing to set sail all by itself. And the rain! Even in Scotland, in his home in Highlands, they didn't get such rain!

Had it not been the request of Lord Devro, James MacLeod was sure he would have stayed off this ship. Of course, it wasn't that he owed Devro anything at all. He knew there was a reason Devro had requested MacLeod to accompany them home. Perhaps because MacLeod's holdings at home were of importance? Now that was a possibility. After all, he was a descendant of Leod, who's son was MacLeod, and who's clan name now meant wealth. Perhaps it was for Devro's young daughter, Moora? And, if so, that was simply out of the question. James MacLeod marry? And give up the adventurer's lifestyle he loved so much? A solid, resounding 'no' to that idea!

He took Moora's hand as she got into the long boat. He looked at her and smiled, knowing his look of calm displacement did little to sooth her in the pelting rain. As she was seated, and the long boat pulled away, MacLeod glanced back to the ship and watched it sink. He pulled his leather satchel tighter against him. He had everything he really cared about inside it.

 

[Mantra]

OOC-
Name: Lucian Keys
Age: Mid thirties
Appearance: 5'7" Jet black hair, green eyes, well built, scar on his lip and right cheek gives him a perminate scowl, walks with a limp

IC-

The word had bolted throughout the ship faster than a thunder bolt. Pirates! The crew had imeadiatly leapt to their duties, leaving most of the passangers to themselves. Lucian was a passenger, but his rough appearance as well as his 'lack of refinement', made him better company to the sailors than to the other passangers, so when his card game broke up suddenly, Lucian quickly made his way back to his cabin. Once there, he opened his footlocker, which held the very last of his posessions and rummaged about.

He pushed aside the tall, bearskin hat and an old uniform, which, had he been wearing it, would have identified him as a member of the 2nd Royal British Dragoons. He hadn't worn the uniform in over two years now, but he was still familiar with the use of it's acessories. Lucian slung the bandolier over one shoulder and tucked a pair of muskett pistols into his belt. Finally, he scooped up his sabre and made his way back up top, just as the ship turned hard to port. Everyone struggled to keep their footing as the ship turned and dipped with the wave swells. Returning to the deck, he realized that the captian had made a dash for the squall line of a nearby storm rather than face the marauders, but Lucian didn't think this fat ship would fare much better in a hurricane than against a pirate sloop...but maybe it would be more merciful for the ladies aboard.....

It was a wild ride. For the better part of an hour the ship bucked, rose and fell with the waves and wind. Much of the rigging was in tatters and both fatigue and sea sickness was rampant among the people aboard. Lucian had helped out where he could, but even as the chance of escaping the storm appeared on the horizon, fate cruelly snatched it away again. Below a bulkhead had given way and the ship was taking on water. The proud ship, for all it's pomp and wealth, was doomed. The order to abandon ship had gone out.

The evacuation was going alright, but too slowly. Panic was begining to set in and as the tilt of the ship increased and waves broke over the railing of the ship survival began to overtake decency. Lucian grabbed the coat of a well dressed man who was making no bones about his insistance to push aboard a lifeboat full of women and children and dragged him back.
"Methinks you'll be waiting your turn, mate. " Lucian growled.
"But, I don't want to die here! I'm an important man!" the other said.
"We all die." Lucian replied. "Just some of us get there quickern' others. Now be a good lad and let the ladies through."

Three more boats were away before the situation degenerated completely. Tragically, as the bow dipped into the water, panic could no longer be contained by the remainder of the brave crew. Lucian himself was fighting, not for a boat, but just to keep from being torn apart by a frantic mob as well as keep his footing on a sloping deck. Fate again, for whatever reason, showed it's hand again. At that moment, a wave hit the ship, twisting it to one side and set it to rocking. This was only the set up before the left hook however. A second wave followed the first and the ship, already low in the water and Lucian's side facing the oncoming wave, the second wave crashed directly into the mass of people remaining.

Lucian had seen war, up close and personally. The water hit them all like a cannon and dragged them back out to sea again. Lucian only remembered feeling pain and seeing stars. He was spitting and spluttering in the water, kicking wildly to stay in that thin strip of reality called 'staying alive'. He didn't know how much time passed but at the edge of exaustion, something snagged a handful of hair and dragged him backwards.
"Hold on mate, we gotcha!"

Lucian couldn't remember anything else........

 

[LadyFairy]

Moora thanked the man who helped her into the life boat it took her a moment to reolize that it was MacLeod her fathers associate. She didnt know why her father had requested him to join them but having him with her now offered some comfort they had only met a few times in the past and she had always thought him a handsome fellow, but she didnt think of him as the type for marrage.

Looking around she was greatful to see that Rose, along with her parents had made it to the life boat as well, and watched as some of the men pulled another man from the sea. Moora prayed that the other passangers and crewmen would make it to the long boats and to safty.

The baby in her arms started to cry and she did her best to keep him warm in her arms rocking him to sleep, singing an old scottish lullaby her grandmother had tought her, to help the baby stay calm, and wondered what she and the others would do for food, or water.. she had many questions she dared not voice allowed for fear of causing panic.

It wasnt until the storm abated and she could see that 4 of the 6 longboats had made it through the storm, she could hear crewmen from the other boats calling orders and manovring the longboats closer together so that they could tie them to one another and search for any survivers in the water.

 

[Mystical Avalon]

Name: Raven Avalon Priestess
Age: 18
Descript: 5'3 raven hair piercing blue eyes, cloaked in the magic of the mysts and summoned by the goddess from the Isle of Avalon to obtain the babe and the mother Moora



Watching Moora holding the babe in her arms, I sat unabated by the swarm of people in the confusion of the storm. As a priestess, I was to remain unseen and to the wondering eye, I was. However, one man in particular seemed to look straight through me. The feeling of unease and unrest spilled through my body. But I was not on this long boat for that reason. The babe was my reason for being here. The magical force abiding within that child was one that would rock the world in years to come. The forces would merge and a time of peace and telling would come to the lands. But the babe must remain within the realm of the myst. Moora, the mother would have to only agree for with her the teachings of the old world would go on to the babe. To keep them however, would remain my only hinderance on this most acoosted journey.

 

[Mantra]

Lucian's eyes finally opened. As he stated upwards into a cloudy, overcast sky, the fact he was hungry, thirsty and still quite damp made themselves readilly apparent. He sat up, groaning as he did and looked about. There were four lifeboats with about 20 people in each and ...water.

Lots and lots of water.

"So," he said to one of the sailors, his voice rasping as he spoke. "Any idea where we are?"
Of the whole lot, there were only about 12 or so who were sailors. The rest were passengers and most of them seemed to be women and children.
The sailor shook his head. "No, but we weren't too far from port. Only three days or so. Hopefully, we'll meet up with another ship passing through the shipping rout."

Lucian nodded but secretly kept his thoughts to himself. He wasn't quite so sure they were still in the shipping lanes. Three days out, then the captain had veered off to run from pirates, then being tossed about in a storm and set adrift in a lifeboat for God knew how long. Hell, they might be halfway to Greenland for all anyone knew....assuming anyone even knew that the ship was missing in the first place.
He glanced back over the survivors. They had three days, three days at best, before the same desperation Lucian had just wittnessed onboard the sinking ship swept through this lot. They were all decent, rich, socialite, gentle-folk to be sure. Until there wasn't any food or water to be had, then things might be different.

He discreetly felt his coat and noted that his posessions, the few he had collected before the storm anyway, were still there. He wondered if he'd have to use them after all.

 

[LadyFairy]

Moora sat quietly listining to the salors and others around her discussing how they were only three days or so from port when the pirates had attacked and they had run into the storm. Tho it offered some comfort Moora also knew that it really ment they had no clue where they were.

She shivered slightly partly from her clothing being wet and the cool air, but another part because she felt as tho she were being watched.. it was a strange feeling, and even turned slightly to see if perhaps James MacLeod, or the gentalman cardplayer that the salors had pulled from the water were looking at her but found they were not each were lost in their own thoughts.

The baby was sleeping quetly in her arms and she wondered how she would change him when he needed it or feed him for she didnt have any of his things to help her. Remembering that Rose had spoken with the babys mother on sevral occasions Moora smiled softly to her and knowing converstation would be preferable to silence she spoke.

Do you know what his mother called him? I would like to adopt him and take care of him if we make it thru this. Did she tell you his date of birth? As she asked her questions Moora noticed a strange sort of Myst rolling in that seemed to appeare from out of nowhere.

 

[Mystical Avalon]

I called to the Mysts for the path to Avalon was closer now. Anxiously awaiting the return to home, I rose and brought myself to fullness letting those around see whom I was. The girl Moora turned slowly and met my eyes. My gaze was one of love and want draping over her and the babe. As the boat began to rest on the shores, I walked quickly to Moora taking her arm and with a subtle pull lead her to the edge. The babe in her arms began to twist and cry out. Knowing full well what I meant to do, I took the child holding him just above the plank over the water and with a great cry, I released the Goddess from me and spoke words not of my own.

"This child shall hence forth be claimed the isle of Avalon and taught in the ways of the druids and the Goddess. He will raise neither sword nor hand to any living creature henceforth that he may show all the peace the land has been want of. You child, mother of he, will live with us in this sacred place to the end of days as you see." In drawing strength from the mysts themselves, I felt the drain of the Goddess as she left my body.

James McCloud was the only problem that I forsaw that day on the longboats as we passed to the isle. Summoning my sisters henceforth to abide and help those caught in this passage, each one with a specific task already to perform McCloud stood out within my minds eye. What business did he have grazing upon the body of the girl and with what darkness did his heart have for the babe now safetly resting on my bosom? With a heavy heart, I stepped onto the shore of Avalon. Moora in tow and the child, to my heart. Glancing only once over my shoulder, I watched the piercing eyes of McCloud and Lucian. He, Lucian was nowhere in my mind could I see and place the darkness or no. Things were as they should be or were they?

 

[blackopal19]

Rose sat calmy in the longboat. There was nothing really to do....the menfolk had their own ways to keep themselves occupied, and Rose did not want to dwell on what could happen to them. The thought of pirates kept returning unwanted to her head.

Then another lady was speaking to her.

"I think she called him Gabriel. I do not know how old he is. " She dared to give the lady a smile as she replied.

Then the longboat was lost in the mist, which had an eerie quality to it.

Her eyes went wide as yet another lady stood and made some outrageous claims, but she kept quiet. She did not...could not beleive this lady!

 

[Mantra]

Lucian was dozing as best he could, given the circumstances. It was the best way to pass the time, and he was still sore from his previous swim. The sudden change in the moods of those around him caused him to stir. He looked up to see a fog quickly rolling towards them, gaining in thickness as it approached.

"What the bloody...." he started to ask.

He kept watching as the mist consumed the boats and passengers but they seemed to thin after only a minute or two and land became visible, if somewhat obscured by the retreating mists. It was then that one of the passengers, another young woman, a kid really, practically snatched a baby from the grasp of another, holding him aloft while muttering something about druids and mistic places before setting the child dawn and scurrying onto the banks of...wherever they were. It was all rather surreal to Lucian, but, it was land.

Lucian managed to hop out of the prow and onto the dew slicked grass of the island. "And port in a storm, or so the Navy chaps say." he said, turning and offering one hand out to help the next in line out of the boat.

"Druids, " he said to no one in particular. "Didn't ol, Saint Patrick have a scuffle or two with them back in his day?"

 

[LadyFairy]

Moora wasnt sure what to think one moment she was talking to Rose about the baby and noticed a strange fog. The next thing she knew a strange woman appeared taking Gabriel from her arms, and anouncing many things she didnt yet understand and pulling her along.

Sevral questions came to mind as she glanced back over her sholder and noticed the long boats arriving on the shore line and the men and women getting out. Would the people on the shore be alright? What of her parents did they even notice she was gone? Where were they Scottland, Ireland ? Druids, had been apart of Celt history for ages. Was the baby ok? Where was this woman taking them? but Moora knew her questions wouldnt be awncered right away not until they stopped to rest or arrived at their destination.

Hearing the baby crying Moora tugged on the womans arm tho she had many questions she didnt feel that the woman would harm her or the baby. Her chest moving rapidly up and down from trying to keep up with her she said. Please he is hungry, and needs water, and clean clothing. Moora was in need of these things as well but her first and for most thoughts were for the child in this strangers arm's.

 

[Mystical Avalon]

Once upon the shore, Raven felt her strength returning. She knew the concerns for Gabriel as told in Moora's eyes. She was and must be concerned for the well being of those around even Rose and Lucien were finding places of solace in her heart. But, Moora and Gabriel were the only and first priority she must abide to. Urging all to come to shore and off those boats, she led the young maid and the babe down the hill. Stopping only once to utter orders to Vivianne, one of the young maidens from the isle, she walked quietly and slowly so that Moora would not tire. They must make for the church and to the Merlin for a time of danger was coming. The Merlin would be able to help explain the purpose of bringing the baby and his mother here. He would also be able to set right the boats and help giude the others on their way out of the Mysts and onto the Shores of Old Brittain.

She heard the girl asking her questions. Choosing her words Raven turned to Moora and spoke.

"The Goddess has chosen your young son to be heir to a great kingdom. He will be a great ruler but, he must remain on the Isle of Avalon until such time as he may make the Great Marriage bearing his life to the earth and those from which he came. We must make haste for the Merlin will be expecting us" she said. Quickly she searched the trees around them. Raven heard the voices but could not tell how close they were. McCloud was by far the loudest and she could make out the voices of Rose, the older woman and Lucian of course. However, the fear she felt with each syllable uttered by McCloud tugged at her.

She knew that she must rise above and be what she was. Breathing in slow shallow intervals she spoke.

"James McCloud, you are not welcome on the shores of Avalon and passage from the isle is being prepared for you. Return from whence you came and never gaze upon Avalon again." Her words were echoed from deep inside her and the voice with which they had been spoken was not that of her own for the second time today. All she could do was stand above the trembling Moora and baby Gabriell praying only to Her that he should hear and turn away.

 

[blackopal19]

Rose stumbled ashore along with the others, although suspicion and concern filled her. She even followed the others willingly.That is until, the young maid started to babble about an imaginary place, heirs, and finally how at least one wasn't welcome.

She stepped forward, the celtic fiery temper rising in her.

"Who...who are you to say who can or cannot stay? That man...he has done nothing wrong, and who knows where we even are!"

 

[Mystical Avalon]

Raven stepped from behind the brambles where she was watching and spoke to the lady Rose.

"I am the Priestess Raven and you are a visitor to the Isle of Avalon. The boat you were on bound for Old Brittan was passed through the mists to this Isle. You will be cared for and sent on your way as seen fit by the Merlin. However, to determine who can and cannot stay is by the Goddess herself and the evil doings inside the heart of Mr. McCloud has brought upon him the unwelcomeness." Raven gave them a somber look and finally spoke again.

"Rose you are a daughter of the Goddess. You have the sight of which only we speak. Were you not fortold of this event in dreams? The Goddess speaks to us when we will it, but our actions are hers to command. We must quickly move forward to the temple of the Merlin" and as Raven had uttered the last few words, McCloud appeared and a darkness folded over her face like a shroud. Whatever purpose he had, it was one of evil.

"My lady Rose, you must come with us and get proper rest and food. You are wet, cold and hungry. The priests at the temple will see to your needs. Mr. Lucian you to must accompany us to the temple but if you please, Mr. McCloud you may not" Raven spoke again. In her heart of hearts she prayed to the Goddess for knowledge and guidance for the destruction and evil this man would bring to all as long as he was permitted on the Isle itself would be irreperable.

 

[Mantra]

Lucian turned and raised an eyebrow at this young 'priestess', girl. Aside from a few of the sailors and the odd passanger among the survivors, he was clearly the eldest among them. Surely older than all these young folks in the midst of all this ruckus.

"Begging your pardon young missy, but I'm gonna have to disagree with you. We just lost our ship, our luggage, more than half our companions and our way. There are some seventy odd people here including more women and children folk besides your young friend here. We are all wet, tired and hungry and need some caring for."
"If you know where we are, then for pity's sake, ask your friends to help us, all of us."
He looked over at this 'troublemaker' McCloud person, then back to Raven.

"Or are they all 'not welcome' as well to be returned to the sea too?"

 

[LadyFairy]

Moora stood next to the woman a look of confusion on her face why were all of the others welcome but McCloud, why would Merlin wish to speak with her and were they truly on Avalon??? She didnt understand but hoped that things would be explained soon.

Hearing one gentalman speak she belived his name was Lucian she couldnt help but agree with him that they all needed care not just her and the baby even if she and the child were of some improtance to them it would not be right to leave the others here to defend themselves against the unknown, or to catch their death from being cold and wet.

Looking to the lady next to her she didnt know what she could say that would help the situation but spoke all the same. Please isnt there any shelter nearby where we can camp and make a fire to dry our clothing and perhaps find some food, and fresh water?

 

[Mystical Avalon]

Turning to those around, Raven softly spoke.

"It, this isle is real. More real than any other place you know. I cannot apologize for the actions I have shown for I know not how. But those with the young ladies will be taken to the Temple of the Sun for rest and warmth as well as food. However, those chosing to walk this path will accompany me and Moora to the House of the Lady. At that time you Lucian, and Miss Rose will be well kept for the evening. Those taken to the Temple will, as I have said, find passage to Old Brittan safely. You two, are of significance to the Lady and alas, for what purpose it is not my knowledge to know" shaking her head solomly. She was only a Priestess and for the Goddess to use her as a vessle was enough for Raven. The others having been given the instinct of curiosity by the Christ, were unknowing. Looking to each face she again spoke trying to answer the plaguing questions purposed before her.

"Again, it is not for me to know but Mr. McCloud will be shown the path to the ferry which can only be used by the Lady and transported off the shore of Avalon. He is not welcomed neither here nor in the Temple. He will be properly cared for in a manner assuming his status but no more. Comfort will not be a priority but wellbeing and warmth will" Raven could only look into the eyes of the three strangers around her. To her what was not obvious was secret. Softly from the mists rose the sounds of the Temple bells. Thus signaling that those whom had crossed onto the shores of Avalon were safe.

Suddenly the mists parted and there before them rose the Isle. All stood in wondered awe. When Raven moved to speak her words rang out like a sad celtic mourning chant.

"From Avalon the shores rise to those whom have been touched or of Goddess bourne. I am a servant upon these shores to the Goddess. I am the Lady of the Lake, the prophesized one about which stories are written. To me you have been guided and through me you will learn. The eldest will allow my council as well as I his, the young woman will be taught the ways of the priestess and to her bosom the passage of all things will come. To the child and mother, greatness with love and compassion will end all suffering you may feel and seek. I am the Lady Raven and through me, through the mists, I have brought you" with an ending silence, she bowed her head. Those around her watched as a tear rolled down her face. She was the Lady of the Lake, the priestess Raven, mistress of Avalon and to her the fate of those were in her hands.

 

[Mantra]

Lucian wasn't sure what to make of all this, but he looked over to this Moora girl, and the baby. There really wasn't anything keeping him from going, but then again, he didn't have much to loose either. (In fact, everything he'd owned was now at the bottom of the sea.)

"Well ma'am," he finally said. "I'd be willing to look after you if you'd wish." He leaned in closer and lowered his voice.
"Besides, methinks we've landed on an island full of loonies as it is."

 

[LadyFairy]

Moora couldnt help but smile when she heard Lucian's comment and looking up to meet his eyes with her own, she took in his black hair, green eyes, well built form and the, scar on his lip and right cheek.

He was rather handome the scare only surving to give him a more rakish apperance. Who to most if they were friends was a comfort and to enemys well he didnt appere to be someone they would wish to tangle.

Moora extended her hand in greeting. I am Moora Devro its good to meet you and thank you for your offer i appreceate it alot. Motioning to the baby she said. This little fellow's name is Gabriel his mother and father were washed overboard. When we get back on familiar ground i am planning to adopt him.

Moora stood at 5ft 4in and weghed 120 to 125lbs her eyes were violet and her hair long ebony black hitting just above her waist. Her breasts were slightly larger than a handfull.

Moora knew she didnt look the best, as her grey high waisted gown was soaked to the bone and her hair plasterd to her back and skin, but then none of them did.. they all needed warmth, food and rest.

Taking Gabriel from the lady she held him close to her, and watched as manny of the others took Raven's suggestion including her parents, and went in the direction she had told them too.

Moora looked up at Lucian I dont understand what is happining, but i have to admit that i am curious... Would you come with us?? she asked waiting for his reply before following Raven to meet with Merlin.

 

[Mantra]

Proper etiquette said that Lucian should have briefly taken Moora's hand gently by the fingers with his own or perhaps even brought them to his lips for an instant, but Lucian had been raised by poor laborers, educated by the army under the Duke of Wellington and seasoned by warfare. He took Moora's offered hand with his own and gave her arm two quick pumps in greeting.

"Lucian Keys, pleased to know you Miss Devro." He said, offering a slight smile but his damaged lip made it look more like a leer.

"Anyway, it's right kind of you to want to be the child's mum and all, but his folks may not be dead just yet you know. They might have been in other boats or plucked from the water like I was. Still, I suppose that young Gabriel there would be thanking you for being a right proper guardian if he could, so I guess that makes me your protector and that." He make a mock pose of standing at attention for a moment, although having been thrown off a sinking ship and nearly drowned did little for his appearance, and his heavy woolen coat, having been drenched in sea water, made him smell closer to a sheepdog than to a distinguished gentleman.

"Well," he said, discarding the pose and flair. "If we're doing somewhere to get warm, dry and fed, then lets get to going." Lucian started off limping slightly after the Raven girl.

 

[LadyFairy]

Mora smiled at Lucian's streght forward manner,Its a plesure to meet you as well... she said glad to have him with her as they followed Raven thru the Island she called Avalon.

It was true what Lucian had said Gabriel's parents could still be alive, but if they were why hadnt they came forward when she took Gabrel from Ravens armes and clamed him...

Mora pushed the thoughts of Gabriel's parents asside knowing that it wouldnt do her any good to dewel on it right now. While they walked Mora noticed Lucian's limp and reolized that he must have been hurt in an accident of some kind, but didnt ask for fear of offending him. His limp didnt bother her in anycase, so she didnt think too much about it .. if you didnt pay attention you wouldnt notice the limp any because he kept up with Raven and herself quite well. How far is it Raven to where were going? she asked as Gabriel started crying.

 

[Mystical Avalon]

Raven noted the langueage with which they spoke to each other and the often odd tenderness that Lucian had shown the girl. Again in her mind, she knew it was not for her to know but curiosity was blossoming in her. She hear the girl ask how much further, and turned to her as they breasted a tiny incline to show them the Temple laid out before them. She turned and looked deep into the eyes of each one there. The girl Moora, the elder Lucian, and the Matron Rose, for they were each tied together. turning she spoke one last time before entering into the gates of the Temple.

"My children, your endurance of the past few days have brought about in you the extrordinary skill of survival. Your strength and willingness to live has made you stronger than you could have ever dreamed. However, tonight you will not need rely on those skills as the comforts available to you will be emassed on you as lavishly as possible by the prideless monks inhabiting this Temple" she spoke. Again her voice rang out like a song comforting each one. Suddenly, as if by the forces themselves, she rose to her fullself and spoke in the voice of the Goddess.

"Each of you serve a purpose on the Isle of Avalon. Each of you must visit once the Merlin. Each of you will be given a task to perform and a skill to learn for your home now is Avalon and here you shall live out your etherial days. You are now children of the Goddess" and with that she fell like a rag doll to the ground. Gathering her breath, she sat for only a minute and rose to meet their ever doubting stares. How would she, as the Lady of the Lake make the understanding that they each needed? How could she show them that they were indeed most important to the survival of Avalon as well as Old Brittan? And with that, the gates opened and from the Temple of the Sun, the Merlin met them and bade them enter. She would have her counsel with him before the girl and child. She would ask the questions knowing full well her would only evade her with drawm out answers full of knowledge about other things. She smiled to encourage each one enter placing a strong firm hand on each the press them along. She had never experienced fear in all of her days, but the smile she met on the face of Moora drew within her deep fear and pain. Maybe she had made a mistake. The Merlin would know.

 

[Mantra]

Lucian raised an eyebrow at Raven....again.

"Er, are you alright missy?" He asked as Raven once more pushed herself up off the ground. He continued, as Raven finally stood and offered them all a smile as she tried to usher them all into this 'temple' to see the Merlin within.

"I don't understand. We're special just because we don't want to die or something? What's that got to do with living here on this island?"

 

[LadyFairy]

Mora tugged on Lucian's sleeve. I think she wants us to eat and get cleaned up while she talks to him first.. Mora said looking from Lucian back to Raven her concern for the Lady showing in her eyes. Are you sure you are alright? she asked trying to hold onto a sturggling Gabriel, as he tryed to get down.

Mora smiled as one of the preast motioned for her to follow them and was led to a room. Given clean clothing for her and the boy. The dress she wore was a simple temple dress with a woolen robe tied around the waist with a braided bit of twine.

Mora changed Gabriel as well, when she was finnished and they were both dry she pulled her hair back into a braid and with Gabriel in her arms made her way back to the main chamber to eat.

The food was a simple fair of bread, and broth surved with rice wine, and as the preasts did not speak Mora assumed they had taken a vow of silence, and did her best to keep Gabriel quiet while they ate and waited for Lucian or Raven to reapear.