Tuesday, February 22, 2011

On Blood and Binding

(a note: because so much time elapsed before I once again focused on this blog, many events will not appear here. I will try to do better from here on it)

With all the strife and battle, and sudden partings, Faulkes decides that he needs to create an artifact, or artifacts to help him and Linwe stay in touch. They meet in the morning down by the dock in the village of Torg where the ship of Captain Scarlet is moored. Faulke leads Linwe back towards the Hive, but takes her up to the windswept hilltop overlooking the town instead.

  Faulkes: "Too many pixie ears in the Hive; we can talk up here."

 Linwe smiles "I likes it up here.  Ye seem to be of a serious frame of mind this day."

 Faulkes: "Anyway, I was thinking that perhaps you and I should have a way to... know each other's whereabouts and conditions... like the link I have with Lorelei through her scale. I was worried about you during the battle the other night... and I couldn't find you."

  Linwe blinks and then looks at Faulkes expectently "Oh aye? Some sort of..magical thing then?
  Linwe smiles "Worried?
  Linwe says 'I dunna wish ye to worry oer me'

 Faulkes: "Dragons and warriors and such. Of course, I'd worry."
  Linwe  says 'That be sweet....but..I worry about yerslef too..ye be nae any more vulenrable to them things than I'

 Faulkes: "At the very least, I'd like to know where you are if -I- needed a patch up."

  Linwe nods "Aye.... and I would want to know... if summat happened... so I could come and heal ye... So do I need to give ye a lock of me hair..or..fingernail clippings... or some such?'

 Faulkes: "In any case, Lorelie's scale put it in mind... I'd been getting vague signals from her recently... probably dragon business... and so, I've been working a artifacts that work sort of the same way, seeing as neither of us sheds scales."

  Linwe says 'Thank the goddess..'

 Faulkes snickers. "You wouldn't say that if you were a dragon...."

 Linwe says 'I suppose not..but I dunna be a dragon..I be a elf. I have enough on me hands bein just an elven...'

 Faulkes: "Right. So, we need something ot contain a spell or two in lieu of a scale... and I thought specially grown crystals would do the job nicely."

   Linwe nods listening.

  Faulkes: "I would need something of yours as a core for your stone... something to grow the crystal around. A few strands of hair perhaps."
  Linwe says That be easy enough" Linwe reachs up and plucks a few strands from her head and hands them to Faulkes. 'ANything else? Spit? Skin?'
  Linwe says 'Blood?'

 Faulkes nods as she hands him the hair, and finds a vial to store it in. "Hm. A small amount of blood to put in the crystal's formula would bind it nicely." He takes out another empty vial , but looks at her doubtfully.

   Linwe shrugs and takes out her dirk and then reaches for a vial from her pouch. She says 'Ye wants me to put some spider venom in this blood to keep it from congealing or do it nae matter?'

 Faulkes: "Eeyew... No, it shouldn't matter. I can put it in solid and the acids would dissolve it again."

  Linwe says 'Alright.." She hands Faulkes her dirk and holds the vial in her left hand, unstoppered, and then extends her right hand palm up "Ye cut and I will drip"'

 Faulkes takes the dagger and nods. He holds her hand and carefully makes a slice beside her life line, just deep enough to bleed freely.

   Linwe watches with a small grimace as the blood wells up from the cut and she holds her palm so it will run into the vial freely. Linwe looks at Faulkes "Do that be enough?

  Faulkes cringes a little, then puts his thumb on the wound when there seems to be enough. "While were at it, you may do a similar cut to me."

   Linwe looks down at her hand and his thumb "Ye be diking the dam there?" She hands him the vial with her other hand.

  Faulkes: "Oh! Sorry." He holds out his own hand as they juggle knives and vials.

  Linwe says 'I have some alum in me pouch... Twil pucker the wound and stop the bleeding. 'Ye wants it in a different vial?'
[11:18]  Linwe says 'Yer blood, that is.'

  Faulkes: "Yes, seperate vials; I will be making two crystals, one for you to wear and one for me."

   Linwe nods and finds another tiny vial and hands it to him "Here..let me see yer palm"

  Faulkes holds his palm up, and holds the vial nearby.

   Linwe takes his hand in hers and the dirk in her other and looks down at his palm. Pressing her lips together, she puts the point next to his own lifeline, closes her eyes and quickly slices a small wound. She cringes.

 Faulkes winces... but quickly hold the little bottle up to the swelling bead of blood welling from his hand.

   Linwe watches as his blood flows into the vial and hands him a stopper.

  Faulkes pops the stopper into the bottle when he has enough, and goes to suck on the wound.

  Linwe says 'fftt..dunna do that..here..' Shr reaches for his hand.

 Faulkes give her his hand with a sigh.

   Linwe gives him a swift look of chagrin when he sighs, and takes out the packet of alum. She sprinkles a bit over the open wound and then presses her own hand over the top, applying pressure. Liwne smiles up at him "Tis a two'fer.."

  Faulkes: "It stings... I suppose I should get used to having to do this sort of thing... and worse."

  Linwe  says 'hmmm... well..ye dunna ever get used to drawing blood on someone... tis like taking part of their very essence... ye must allas do it with respect and concern... and when ye does it to eyrslef... ye must pay heed on where ye let it spill.' Linwe unclasps her hand from his for a moment and looks down to see if the wounds have stopped bleeding.

  Faulkes looks at the ground beneath their feet. "I believe we didn't lose any, but perhaps you should check.. if you have that kind of magic."

  Linwe says 'Tis too paltry a thing to be bothering the spirit world over.' She glances down at the ground, and reaches into herself for a moment.  Linwe says 'Rabbit blood...someone had... lunch here.' She quickly searches for a lost rabbit spirit but does not find one.

 Faulkes frowns "Dragons... or, with luck, lycan."

  Linwe says 'Twere a righteous kill..the spirit went on. Twil most likely be reborn as summat else for its troubles.' She looks down at her dirk, a small smear of blood on the blade. Taking a cloth from her pouch, she wipes the blade clean and then folds the cloth for burning later. She says 'I will burn this..and heat the balde later... there be folks about that I wouldna have near our blood.'

  Faulkes: "I hope that we not so important in the grand scheme of things that any would need it in quantity, but it's good to be careful. That's the whole point to these amulets."

   Linwe nods. She says 'Alas... be careful... doesna matter where ye think ye stands in relationship to things... carelessness... be folly when it comes to such things as blood.'

  Faulkes smiles. "This is rather like a wedding ceremony, isn't it?"

   Linwe grins "Them be my wise words of the day..I will shut up now." She looks up. "Wedding... ceremony?"

  Faulkes: "The sharing of blood. As with our bleeding palms pressed together."

  Linwe blinks. She says 'erm..'

  Faulkes laughs. "Don't looks so horrified."

  Linwe (Linwe Zifanwe) says 'Tis nae..horrified..tis...' She looks around in confusion. Linwe says 'Ye wants me to make some promise or summat?'

  Faulkes: "Ah. If you feel trapped at all... But, no, not if you don't want to."

  Linwe says 'Nay... nay... tis nae that... tis... twere nae anything I had pondered... ye knows that I love ye... and trust ye... what would ye have me promise?'

  Faulkes looks down at their hands. "Let us call this a handfasting rather than a marriage. A year and a day. If you feel the same about me then as you do now, we can talk about promises."

   Linwe looks down at their joined hands "Aye...that be..more than agreeable..and more than I thought twould ever happen to me." She looks up from their hands, a sweet smile playing on her lips. She leans forward and kisses Faulkes. "I love ye."

  Faulkes draws her close and returns her kiss. "I think this is most agreeable, dear one.... My beloved."

  Linwe smiles again hearing this new endearment and feels a radiant light fill her heart..she blushes and turns.

  Faulkes can feel his ears burn as he knows they're turning bright red.

   Liwne steals a glance back at Faulkes, and seeing his ears turn the telltale red, she laughs "We be quite the pair... after all we have done... and we can still find summat to blush oer."

  Faulkes coughs, then laughs. "It just never occured to me that the thought would ever cross my mind, and yet... it has, and you inspired it."

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

The Bane Sidhe and the Green Man

Whether by a love potion she had experimented with, or through the effect of the Hive, Linwe awakens from reverie with a vivid dream still present in her memory...

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Nightmare Tears ~ The Journey

Twere nae long after I arrived in the realm that a devastating thing happened to me. Seems some dark lord by the name of Nagaroth planted some deadly flowers called Nightmare Tears about the pale and I had the happenstance to wander into a patch. The results..I lost my shamanic powers..and then reverted into a feral wolf. By the efforts of a certain mage adept, I regained what little of meself there were left..and then had to reface meself through a spirit walk. This mage adept..one Faulkes...dreamwalked by my side and guided me in my search, until I once again found my spirit totem and began the long path back to where I had been afore this nightmare. In order to do this, I had to trust him completely...he entered my mind..and saw what I were...all of it. If ye knows me, ye knows, I dunna let folks in. But him, I did, and would again gladly. For since then, I have given him everything else that there be of me.

Linwe and Faulkes obtain an amulet of protection from the fae at Alasse and then cross over to Tari, climbing the snowy slope to the old standing stones.
  Linwe stops and stares at the ruins
 'I hae a stone..that I will use. This one...there be no table left'
  Linwe sighs and begins digging into her pouch for the things she will need
  Faulkes nods distractedly as he is fondling another necklace that he is wearing under his shirt. "Lorelei is... far away, but she will try to reach us soon.."
Linwe retrieves a goblet from the sack she carries and places it on the stone and then  places a dirk on the stone next to the goblet
 Faulkes meanwhile, conjures a rug to protect them from the snow.
  Four bowls are taken form the sack then, and Linwe sets them carefully at the four major elemental compass points. Linwe looks down and sees that a bowl already sits to the south
She surveys the position of the bowls and sighs
 Linwe says 'I must…prepare my runes first'  Faulkes nods and watches her work.
   Linwe kneels behind the stone and pulls out a small canister with a stopper  Pulling out the stopper, a mist of blue dust floats on the cold air. She pours some of the dusty concoction into her left hand and begins to chant in elven as she paints herself
  Linwe draws the rune, Cy'nath: silence and loneliness over her heart Next she paints the rune Darath , surrender, on her forehead'
  Faulkes feels as though he should be doing something, but his style of magic is mostly internal... and he has already prepared himself physically. He watches the skies with concern, hoping that Lorelei can join them before too long.
'Dabbing her finger into the woad once more she paints Sariou, the Moon on her cheek' Then Linwe draws the rune Yen'Lui, balance and chaos on her abdomen. Sighing heavily she rises and approaches Faulkes
 Linwe asks 'May I...touch ye?'
  Faulkes nods. "Yes, you may."
 Faulkes shrugs off his cloak. Linwe holds the canister of woad in her left hand , and dipping her right two fingers into the woad, she traces a rune on Faulkes forehead
  Linwe whisprs'Arhain, the rune of secrets and shadows' Then
  Linwe murumurs "Hold out yer arms please."
Faulkes pushes up his sleeves and holds out his arms.
Then, on his  right forearm she paints the Qaba, rune of hidden knowledge and that which will be revealed
  Faulkes smiles as Lorelei lands in the circle.
   On his left forearm, Linwe paints, Auyl'Isha, sorrow
  Lorelei Zenfold responds to Faulkes call for aid, and lands in the middle of what appears to be some sort of ritual
  Linwe looks down at the woad on her fingers. There is one more ruin to paint.
  Faulkes frowns slightly: the runes of secrets and sorrow. He wonders what the fourth rune will be.  Linwe gently pushes aside Faulkes shirt, so that she can touch the skin over his heart and paints the rune
  Lorelei Zenfold remains silent in order to avoid disturbing, assuming Faulkes will tell her what is needed when the time is right
 Linwe  murmurs a word in elven, barely audible. The wood elf turns away from Faulkes and returns to the stone She rummages in the bag she brought and extracts several pouches of herb. Walking softly to the bowl at the North she scatters herbs form a pouch into the bowl'
  Faulkes speaks to Lorelei in a low voice. "I will need you to... awaken me if I seem to be in distress. I've never attempted to walk in someone's trance state."
  Taking a flint from her pocket, she strikes it on a rock and produces a flame and lights a piece of tinder
 Lorelei Zenfold looks at Faulkes with a hint of shock
Linwe  sings 'O Great Mother, to the North I look, to you who gives life and establishes balance. I bow to you now and as your child humbly ask to be reborn worthy to serve.'   Linwe crosses next to the bowl to the east.  Raising her hands in supplication she prays " O abandoned ones of the spirit, I petition ye now to once again hear my voice. Your silence rings louder in my ears than the noisiest of gongs. (light pot of lavender) May this smoke rise on the winds from the east and bring my prayers to ye! Then, 'Healing water of the West, that west into which one day I will return (light dried rose petals) purge my body of ill so that I may have the strength to complete this journey.'
   Sighing, Linwe looks to the final bowl
Linwe sings once more 'Burning flame of the South (light juniper) purify me in this quest that I may be worthy and open my eyes to that which is hidden.'
  Faulkes smiles thinly at Lorelei's look of shock, but he know that she will know what to do should the need arise.
Linwe proceeds back to the stone that she is using as an altar and once again kneels.  Linwe reaches for a small bag and pours a number of round dark seeds into a bowl. She crushes them with a rock to make a fine paste and pours the powder into a goblet'
Linwe pulls out another bag and adds the ground remains of a certain toadstool to the morning glory dust'
Taking the dirk she has placed on the altar, she lifts it, and raises her right palm, staring at the suppurating wound there
 Faulkes watches Linwe with concern: He hopes that she can get the drugs down without mishap.
  With her left hand, Linwe slices across her palm and lets the blood run freely into the goblet
Staring at her own blood , she then uses the dirk to mix the elements together. Picking up the goblet, she raises it above her head and murmurs a prayer to the moon goddess that protects her and then quickly drinks the contents. Rising, Linwe moves to the center of the rug and sits Linwe closes her eyes and places her hands down on the ground beside her.
 Faulkes takes a place next to Linwe close enough that he can place his hand on her forehead.
  Linwe sighs and begins to chant in an ancient elven dialect
  Faulkes motions to Lorelei to take a seat on the third cushion.
 Lorelei Zenfold moves to the other seat and sits quietly
  Linwe 's chants become softer as the effects of the drugs begins to work through her system. Eventually, Linwe's head drops and the chanting stops
 Lorelei Zenfold reaches for Faulkes other hand, careful to retract her claws, she takes it in her own, watching carefully
  Faulkes nods to Lorelei, and reaches out a hand to Linwe's forehead as she falls into her trance. He closes his eyes, and murmur a chant of his own and tries to project his consciousness in Linwe's mind.
  Linwe is oblivious to the touch on her forehead, but something stirs deep inside her head...something she knows..but does not know
  Faulkes has to struggle to breach Linwe's mental defenses: Not only her own strong will, but also the barrier put up by the venom of the Nightmare's Tears. This is entirely different from walking in an unconscious mind... but he feels himself slide 'between' and comes to rest in Linwe's mindspace. He tries to look at himself to see which creature he has become, and is... surprised at the choice.
   Linwe feels an intrusion into her mind. At first she fights, but then remembers, she will let him in. Struggling against the drugs and the Tears, she opens her mind to Faulkes and allows him to se within her soul. Within the trance, Linwe opens her eyes to a void.''Looking around, she sees a large cat.. a leopard. one that she is not familiar with.  Faulkes tries to smile reassuringly as he floats in the void, but it only comes out as a purr. He lashes his tail and spins around unexpectedly. {Linwe... it's Faulkes.}
   Liwne approaches the cat, wondering at its significance. This is not what she was searching for. Were the telthor playing tricks on her? or was it the Tears?
 {Faulkes?}  Linwe sighs in relief. Linwe reaches up, feeling something on her face. A mask has appeared. {What?!?}
 Faulkes: {This place is... strange. there is no ground. Take a hold of my hand... er... ruff.}
  Linwe reaches down and wraps her hand in his fur and stares about. A door appears form nowhere in teh center of the void.
  Faulkes looks up, or around as he spins, until she stops him. He is surprised at the mask at first. {What are you hiding from?}
   Linwe sobs and rips the mask from her face.
Throwing it down  she sees that it is the mask of a wolf
 Faulkes lashes his tail. "Perhaps you feel that the wolf form you are denied is false.}  She says with determination {I willna hide from this}
  Linwe winces {No! It is..me...and it is gone!}   Her mind flashes through a series of thoughts: chaos, confusion, raw sorrow
  Linwe cries {Stop!} and places her hands to her head
 Faulkes swirls around again even with his best efforts at remaining stable. His external self sways on his cushion and looks as though he might fall off it.
  The maelstrom in Linwe's head settles and she gazes at the door
 Lorelei Zenfold reaches with her other hand to assist Faulkes in remaining upright.
 Faulkes settles as Linwe does and tries to lead her toward the door. {What is here?}
   Linwe replies with a falter in her voice {I dunna know}   Walking with Faulkes to the door, she tests the handle
'{It be lcoked}'  Faulkes: {Perhpas we can just walk around it, but there seems to be nothing on the other side.}
[19:28]   Linwe peers around the edges of the door, and ses nothing but more void A knock sounds at the door'
  Linwe stares at the door once again and reaches for the handle
  Faulkes growls, and the leopard growls. {ou must find a way to open the door.}
{Should I....let it in?}
 Lorelei Zenfold studies Faulkes face as he lets out an inhuman growl
A knocking once again sounds at the door
 Faulkes: {You have come to discover... To discover you must open the door.}
Linwe stares at the door, sets her lips in a line, and wrenches the door open.A shadow stands in the sill. A shadow oddly familiar in form. {Help me} it pleads. Weak, tired, frail and timid, unkept, the effigy of Linwe, but not Linwe
 Faulkes sits on his haunches and watches to see what Linwe will do. he rubs his face with a large, lushly furred paw.
  Liwne backs away in alarm  Faulkes swats Linwe with the big paw.
The shadow raise s its hand, and drags forward a giant sword Linwe lurches toward the shadow, and as she touches it, the shadow becomes one with her. She gasps.
 '{No..ye are not a part of me!}'
  Faulkes: {Is she not?}
   Linwe sobs, and then realizes the lie
She  weeps into her hands, but then, pulls herself up
{We must..go on}
 Faulkes stands an lashes his tail, a motion that translate into the outer world as a swaying of his rear as he sits. {Yes, We must.}
 Lorelei Zenfold continues to hold Faulkes steady, while seeking her own center for balance and the energy he may need as he continues his journey
  Taking a deep breath, Linwe looks through the door and takes a step. On the other side she sees a stream running off into the distance. A tumultuous roar can be heard 'The dire wolf, the feral Linwe, appears'
This wolf runs to her, and frisks and plays and licks at her face She tries to push the wolf away
{Ye be nae my wolf! Ye be wild.....unconstrained....}'
 Faulkes's ears lay back and he crouches... not know whether to pounce or flee. The small wolf looks -relatively- harmless but the dire wolf, even a leopard would be to match for it. He growls. {Maybe, Maybe not. He is the fierce and scary part of you.}
  Linwe stares at the frisky wolf and extends her hand. WHen the wolf reaches forward to lick it, the animal disappears into her Linwe sighs and looks at the cat
{We must travel farther}'
 Faulkes wuffs. {Not so bad. Everyone should be a little bit  scary, yes?}
  Linwe mutters {Ye will regret saying that, I am sure}
  Faulkes purrs, and the outer Faulkes purrs with a grin.
Once again Linwe looks off down the stream to a patch int eh distance, vibrant with color
{Let us go there..it seems ..pleasant}'
Linwe's eyes focus on the riot of color and she tugs at the cat's fur
 Faulkes wuffs. {Never assume.} But, he pads after her swaying his tail and swiveling his ears around to catch any sounds of danger.
{It says.."Come!"}'
Arriving at the spot, a wall appears. A short circular wall. But within are magnificent pink azaleas and cosmos, swaying in some breeze she cannot feel
 Faulkes: *wuff* {I don't like this. It feels familiar and bad....}
{But they be so pretty!}'
  Linwe extends a hand towards the wall, with every intention to pick some flowers.
 Lorelei  tightens her grip on Faulkes as she feels him become tense
 Faulkes growls again, deeper and more threateningly.
 Faulkes: {Look before you reach. That is how you got into this mess, it it not?}
 Linwe whispers {But..how could I know? No one told me!}
Linwe retracts her hand and looks again. The wall fades, and slowly, the fresh pink flowers turn to a deep and dark purple Placing her free hand to her mouth she gasps{Oh!}
 Faulkes: {There was a wall. I always thought it was not high enough to keep out the determined. And the flowers in Torgan -look- evil.}A realization comes to Linwe. A memory, from the feral wolf. She had also been stung by the  flowers in Torgan. Before the unseelie fae shot her
 Faulkes: {What will you say to them now?}
 Linwe hisses {Nay! Ye willna have me! }
  Faulkes: {Find the dark place that they are hiding.}
  Linwe raises her hand in a remembered gesture from before her powers had been taken
[I cast ye out of me! By the moon goddesses will, ye willna hae me!}'
I reject what ye are..and will have no part of ye!}'
  Faulkes wuffs and growls and lashes his tail, crouching to pounce on the flowers if need be. But, it is a joyful readiness knowing she will use her will to expunge the evil influence.
[19:58]  Lorelei  looks for a sign of trouble as Faulkes growls again, but sees none, she relaxes and continues to hold him upright
[19:58]   A shaft of light bears down on the flowers, and they disappear, to be replaced by her spirit totem, the silver wolf telthor that had abandoned her here days before at these stones Feral dogs rush out, surrounding the wolf.
 Faulkes's playful stance immediately stiffens in reaction to the threat he perceives. For a moment the elven Faulkes loses himself to the feline mindform, and he snarls and screams, claws extended.
 Linwe grabs his fur and pulls him back
{This be mine to do.}'   Linwe releases his ruff and her rowan staff appears in her hand. She firmly sets her teeth and snarls at the dogs As she attacks, the dogs, disappear, one by one, until she makes her way to the wolf in the center.
 Lorelei  reacts instantly to Faulkes scream which sounded like the sound of a cat, and grips him tightly, extending a sharp claw to lightly pierce his wrist
The silver wolf inclines his head and grins at Linwe. {So child of mine. You have returned} Linwe kneels in front of the wolf and wraps her arms about his neck.
{I dina choose to leave!}'
The wolf looks at her with golden eyes {Oh?}
 Faulkes's fur is still all on end, threat-growling deep in his throat as Linwe battles the beasts. He calms, though, when he feels a sharp pain in his front leg... a reminder that he is not, in fact, a leopard after all. Panting, he lays down on the ground to ovserve the interaction between Linwe and her totem.
  Linwe looks down chagrined. {That...be an untruth. I did leave.}
 The wolf nods. {But you will make it right.}
  Linwe nods. A beam of light again comes down, bright silver moonlight, and the silver eye of the moon goddess can be seen above
  {Return now. And do your duty. As you have pledged to do} With this, the large silver wolf vanishes and once again the void surrounds them Linwe whispers down to Faulkes {It be time to go home}
 Faulkes nods and stands. Quickly he pads away back the way they has come ad the landscape begins to dissolve. He finds the Edge and the barrier an slides back out again....
 Faulkes's external self drops his hand from Linwe's forehead and slumps over.
  Liwne closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. Slowly, she feels Faulkes retreating from her mind. When he is gone, she begins the journey back
[20:13]  Lorelei  catches Faulkes as his body goes completely limp in her grasp.  The dragon whispers: Faulkes?
The feeling comes back to Linwe's fingers first, a tingling sensation. She wriggles them slightly and lifts her chin. He r unfocused eyes look up into the eyes of a dragon, unknown to her and she smiles
 Faulkes moans. "I'm here.... I feel odd."
 Linwe whispers 'I be...here'  The elf reaches over to take Faulkes hand
 Lorelei  relaxes her grip on his arms: Did you find what you seek?
  Linwe nods "Aye...I did..and I thankee for being here for Faulkes
  Faulkes takes both Linwe's hand and Lorelei's; He notes a thin thread of blood on his left wrist... and smiles a little.
 Lorelei  nods
  Faulkes: "Um... Linwe, this is Lorelei. Lorelei -- Linwe."
 Lorelei : I gave him my word and my bond. He is forever under my protection
'Linwe listens to her stomach grumbling and complaing'
 Linwe says 'I hope someone have some food here other than...raw deer leg' She looks up and smiles at the dragon.
  Faulkes chuckles and conjures a bowl of apples.
 'I hae a memory...that when I were..altered..that I mayna hae been kind to ye..and an offer of healing..and I apologize for I dina know what ye were then...except a menace with wings.I hope that we can be firends'
 Lorelei : of course. I understand the ways of dark magics, and that you were not of yourself.
  Linwe smiles
 Faulkes has to smile a little at that.
 Lorelei : I am merely a healer, and will assist all who but ask.
 'Faulkes....there be things... I need say to ye also..but later'
 Faulkes: "Thank you for coming, Lorelei."
 Linwe watches as the dragon rises
 Lorelei  grins at Faulkes, I apologize for the hole in your wrist
 Faulkes: "No problem."
 Lorelei : well met Linwe.
  Linwe waves 'Namarie'
 Faulkes: "Safe skies..."
   Linwe sighs and takes a deep breath of the cold air  Wrapping her fingers around his she looks over  'Thankee'
  Faulkes nods. "You're welcome. I empathize with your now-passed problem, and celebrate your release."
 Linwe looks down  'May I speak...freely?'
 Faulkes: "I just hope I didn't leave any hairballs behind. Thos feral dogs really gave me a fright."
 Faulkes: "Pleas do."

Fades to black


Another New Beginning

A long while ago, I were the ambassador to a land called Sylvhara...from the place called Erebos.  It seems that place called me back, but..in the calling the path became..muddled..and things didna work as planned. 
Nae ever a light elven..or high elven, I soon found that I just didna fir into what were going on..and being what I am, many didna listen to me words. I had to make decisions. Hard decisions. And mayhaps they dunna be exactly right, but they be closer to what I believe than to what I were living.
And..I fell in love..

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Singing Trees

Seems once again, the journey has taken a different route than expected, and after having traveled through land upon land, I found a place that spoke to me with singing trees. And have made this place of peace and quietude my home. Many of my friends have joined me on this journey: Cassandra and Sweet Pea, Ghason, Mandylynn, Tithehul, Galadriel and Celeborn, S'rena and Ivarruaia and some strange bent old man who fals asleep on teh ground as ye speak, Elestria, of course, and Dexler and Jusitne, and my grandson Alak...but...still no sign of Jacen...(taps foot and looks at the pile of boots she has been carrying around). We have each found out little space here. And hopefully, we can be happy and live out our stories as they are meant to be lived.

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

An End To An Age

Tis been a long while since I wrote in this journal of mine….been travelin', ye see, fleein' from devastations and such. The dragons died. The Ancient One, too weary to go on, and his mate Saia, because she couldna bear life without him. And the land howled and raged at their deaths, for it was their lives that gave it breath. And without the protection of the mighty beasts, the evilness began to spread across the land. Seems our small band of people just canna escape from the evils that pursue them. A horde of demons moved inter the Underdark of Arran, bringing with them pestilence to the land. And a personal pestilence to meslef and Jacen. Tis nae everyone can claim that they be shot down in eh midst of their marriage proposal. After all these years, what were started as a joke has turned into a reality. And I didna even have to pay twenty horses for him as that old tavern wench said I would~! His family no seemed to mind, seeing most of them be either previously married to elves or be elf kin themselves, so that were a mercy. Bein' what I am, I canna have children anyways…so tis nae like I be walking away from the People with any duty or obligation to reproduce meself. So, with Samhain looming, Jacen and I sneaked off to the forest, with Swith as witness, and had her tie the knot on the string. Now handfasted for life, in the traditional way. Jacen had to go back to the wars, bein so commanded by his unclew Kalvan. And I were left with the mess of getting folk out of the land afore the great storm hit. I could see well enough that the portents this time be true. The land dwindled and began to die around us. Trees withered and fell over in their places of rest and rocks began to crumble. Justine disappeared altogether with the disappearance of all the dragons. Wulf had put out to sea, so I knew she werena with him. El and Mandi I sent to Waterdeep to be with their children until a suitable home could be found. I assumed that be where Justine had fled to also. Swith, in her way, picked up her lute and left. No use for a bard to stay if there be no one to sing to. No coin or rum in that. Dexler packed up his donkey. The fae were warned to take flight and find some safe ahven. In the end, all that were left were meself… and the spirits of the dead that still roamed the land. On Samhain, I built the fire. Twerent hard for me to do since all the trees ahd died and parched in such a short time. I dragged the wood down to the beach, facing the westering sun, and lit it as dusk approached. Far out to sea I could see the storm, hanging on the horizon. I were grateful that at least I could do this one last service for the land. As the flames rose, beckoning to the darkness that were falling, I began the prayers for the dead, sending their spirits on to where they would enjoy rest for their eternal times. I stood by that fire until midnight, stoked it as high as I could, and mounted Moonbeam and rode away, ne'er looking back once. The fire would be consumed by the wave. And I didna want to be there to see that. Twas the end of an era for me. The end of Arran. A land I loved, a land where I had breathed my own life into its very core.

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Today I traveled with Elestria, my adopted daughter, to Waterdeep, where her son...my grandson..Alak be fostering. Tis sad that we must keep him there, but Arran be too hostile for raising children, I I wouldna want the drow getting their hands on him. He be a sweet child, but much like his mother in many respects. Unfortuantely, he do have his father...Solun may he burn in the Abyss forever..etes. Ruby red. Unlike his motehr's beautiful amythest eyes. I look forward to more visits with him, when I can get away from my duties in Arran. Tis a good thing for a child to know his family, and I wish Alak to know the elven side of life, even though he be drow.The change has to start somewhere and it may as well be with my kin. El be makin sure that he do know both drow and the elvish tongue, and he be speaking Comon right plain now. That be thanks to Justine's mother. Didna have much time to stay, so only saw Justine's children in passing. They looked strong and healthy. The boy much like his father; the girl as pretty as her mother. Thank the goddess Justine's mother be such a saint and takes our children in! I couldna bear thinking about what would happen if they werena safely away.