Part 20c: Vigil

===========================================================
Part 20c - Vigil by Dworkin (GM)
-----------------------------------------------------------
Overhead the stars glitter from a clear sky.  Strange patterns, which doubtless have strange tales attached to them.  The air grows chill, and even Berd's subtle influence can no longer deny the fact that this is so.
By the spire of stone which marks the last resting place of Ares of Amber, the women, one blind and one maimed, sit close together.  Hunter sits between them, the wolf sharing his senses with one and his body heat with both.

Jack, too, is there, in mind at least.  Linked to them all in different ways, but linked all the same...  They follow his progress through the heart of the city of glass, and send silent encouragement and support.

Hunter suddenly raises his muzzle skywards and sniffs the air.  A deep, rumbling growl starts low in his chest and climbs his throat, escaping between bared fangs which gleam white in the starlight.  Berd wakes, and hisses, and clambers from Cyan's lap onto her shoulder.  The tiny drake perches there, eyes fixed on a point in the darkness.

There is a slightly deeper darkness there, an approaching shape which gradually resolves itself into the form of a person, wrapped in a heavy cloak against the cold, face hidden in the darkness of a hood.  He (or she, it is impossible to tell) stops some twenty feet away and opens the cloak, spreading arms to show empty hands.

===========================================================
Re: Part 20c - Vigil by Leonardo
-----------------------------------------------------------


A man of about 30 years of age, standing about 5' 10" with a slim build walks slowly and cautiously towards the first people he has seen in this Shadow since his rather rough arrival.  He is dressed in faded blue jeans and brown leather walking shoes.  He has a white Cossack blouse tunic bound by a navy blue sash around the waist.

He is wearing a long crimson silk scarf around his neck and a calf-length grayish-brown Australian Outback oilskin duster.  He has a dark brown leather knapsack on his back and carries a solid looking wooden shillelagh with carvings on it.  He wears tanned leather fingerless gloves and silver-gray shades over his pale gray eyes.  His chestnut brown hair falls freely to his shoulder and he wears a forest green beret on top of his head.

He has an inquisitive expression on his face and a reasonably friendly and disarming smile as he looks at the two strangers before him with their "pets".  As he carefully approaches he holds out his hands to show that aside from the shillelagh, which he is using as a walking stick, he carries nothing that could be considered threatening.

When he gets closer he pauses a few moments to study the wolf and the drake.  He then says in a soft and melodious tone of voice, "Good evening fair ladies and well met.  It seems that I am not alone out here in the cold and I would be grateful for this revelation... except for the fact that your non-human companions seem not at all pleased by my arrival.

I assure you that I mean none harm and I am but a simple traveler on a personal journey of discovery looking for a moment of company and warmth.  However I do not wish to impose upon your peaceful slumber and if you so desire, I will withdraw to a more acceptable distance.

Yet... the night is already so cold, would it not be better to avoid adding to the chill by withholding the warmth of human contact?"


===========================================================
Re: Part 20c - Vigil by Cyan
-----------------------------------------------------------
Berd, after his initial discomfort, settles down on Cyan's shoulder and begins to preen himself.  There is, however, a flash of glittering eyes, now and then, indicating he has not taken his attention from the stranger.

Cyan sits at the fire, still holding the palanquet in her bandaged right hand, her concentration split between it and the stranger.  What foul timing this is...or is it enemy action?  Her natural politeness and acceptance of strangers is swamped by the fact that she, right now, is the only lifeline to Jack...and Kalika still has not fully adapted to her new circumstance.  Should the stranger be an enemy, they will be in grave danger.

Well.  I have two stalwart companions, and Kallika, blinded, would likely be capable of giving me a rough time of it.  She studies the man for a long moment.  Fascinating clothing...I wonder if he has any concealed weapons?  It's possible; she's seen such things before.

"You speak well, Sir Traveller," Cyan states quietly, her topaz eyes catching the light of the fire for a glittering instant.  She remains seated, card in one hand, knees drawn up before her, thin sword leaning against them under her other hand.  "We are, at present, caught up in matters of some import to us...but unless my companion has misgivings, you are welcome to share the fire.  I would not turn away a traveller from the comfort of a camp already made.  I only ask that you not disturb me in my work - times past, I would have offered you a song, or stimulating conversation, but I fear that, tonight, my time is not free for whimsy.  My apologies."  With her free, good, hand, Cyan motions to the space across the fire from her, then drops it back to rest easily on Kirilindë's hilt.  The movement is not threatening, but reflexive.

All the while, her words are being relayed to Jack.  Jack.  We are no longer alone, but continue.  It is something we can handle.

Berd suddenly snaps off her shoulder, swooping up to his new, customary position, atop the glassy column.  He sits up there, a shape in the darkness with two, glittering eyes, studying the stranger.

===========================================================
Re: Part 20c - Vigil by Cyan
-----------------------------------------------------------
Not to worry, Jack, Cyan pulses back along the palanquet contact, giving him a fleeting glimpse of focused, sapphire eyes.  Berd and Hunter are watching him carefully, both physically and not, and should something go wrong, I feel...reasonably certain the four of us can handle it.  Besides, Aaron should be returning soon.

.....

I hope.


===========================================================
Re: Part 20c - Vigil by Cyan
-----------------------------------------------------------
Still waiting for the stranger's answer, Cyan continues her silent communication with Jack.

Do not alert them to your presence.  Better to continue to observe, now.  Glean as much as you can, then, when we can observe no more, interact.  First, though - what is that wheel of fire doing?  Can you not watch it for a bit longer?  It seems to have some kind of standing with these creatures.

===========================================================
Re: Part 20c - Vigil by Leonardo
-----------------------------------------------------------
Cyan typed:"You speak well, Sir Traveller," Cyan states quietly, her topaz eyes catching the light of the fire for a glittering instant.  She remains seated, card in one hand, knees drawn up before her, thin sword leaning against them under her other hand.  "We are, at present, caught up in matters of some import to us...but unless my companion has misgivings, you are welcome to share the fire.  I would not turn away a traveller from the comfort of a camp already made.  I only ask that you not disturb me in my work - times past, I would have offered you a song, or stimulating conversation, but I fear that, tonight, my time is not free for whimsy.  My apologies."  With her free, good, hand, Cyan motions to the space across the fire from her, then drops it back to rest easily on Kirilindë's hilt.  The movement is not threatening, but reflexive.

The man bows in a courtly manner towards the woman who spoke and replied in a soft and cordial manner, "You kindness and generosity is most appreciated.  I will do my best not to intrude on your... matters of import.  Perhaps when you have completed your... work, I might have the pleasure of your words and song.  For the moment though I will merely indulge in the warmth of the fire and for that gift, I at least owe you my name.  I am Leonardo Henri Cezanne, proud artist but humble traveler."

Leonardo moves to the place the woman has indicated across from her by the fire and he sits down cross-legged.  He places his walking stick across his lap and then takes out a small pad of waterproof paper as well as a selectable multi-color ball points pen.  Leonardo takes a moment to study the two women and their companions before commencing to put pen to paper.  He works quietly and remains silent as his attention seems focused on his work and only occasionally does he look up as if to confirm some detail in his mind.

===========================================================
Re: Part 20c - Vigil by Berd
-----------------------------------------------------------
Berd wattches the stranger from his vantage point, eyes glittering like points of cold fire...

===========================================================
Re: Part 20c - Vigil by Kalika Wolfblade
-----------------------------------------------------------
Kali is seated near the fire, the hood of the cloak pulled up, her face obscurred by the dancing shadows of the fire. It is obvious that she is a small woman, but the cloak conceals all other details. A large wolf is standing protectively next to her, hackles raised and teeth slightly barred. The wolf is silent, as Kali sends back to Jack. I can hear you my love... I know you know, but please be careful she smiles along the link as well, but then her attention is back onto the new comer, this Leonardo.

Hunter approaches the man, standing behind him, peering over him at the drawing, and Kali borrows the wolf's eyes to see what he is drawing, nervous of him trying to capture her soul.

===========================================================
Re: Part 20c - Vigil by Cyan
-----------------------------------------------------------
Cyan nods, slowly, to the stranger's words.  "Thank you for your politeness, Leonardo Henri Cezanne.  I am Cyan, of No Place in Particular."  She grins, emerald eyes shimmering in the flickering firelight.  "It is always a pleasure to meet a fellow artist."

She focuses her attention back on the palanquet, and the bizarre scene it shows.  Conflict is intelligence of some kind, Jack, though how much I cannot say.  I would advise you to continue to observe this scene...something of import is occurring.

Our stranger is like you or I, rather than being like Aaron.  He is from the myriad worlds, I think, but has grown from exposure to Power of some kind.  Berd names him 'moresolid/strengthened', if you get my meaning.  He also holds some kind of object of power, but I am not certain what it might be.  The only visible weapon is an oak cudgel, but there may be others...the aforementioned object of power.  And...some do not require weapons to be dangerous.  Hunter and Berd are watching him...I do not believe he poses a threat, as yet.


===========================================================
Re: Part 20c - Vigil by Leonardo
-----------------------------------------------------------

Leonardo looked up briefly as the wolf walked over to him but after that he seemed to pay it no mind.  When the beast tried to look over his shoulder at his work, Leonardo just smiled as he hunched over and continued his working.

Unless the beast was willing to physically push Leonardo around... he wasn't going to see anything.  This was not the first time Leonardo had been inclined to keep his work to himself... he had a strong aversion to showing his work until it was finished and ready for presentation.

Without taking his eyes off his work or looking up, Leonardo said in a soft and amused tone, "It seems I have an admirer... however I'm afraid this individual will just have to wait until my work is complete.  I am not in the habit of premature displays... only the finished product is worthy of presentation.  I assure you... it will be worth the wait, but I must request that I be given space to work freely."

For just a moment, Leonardo pauses in his work and looks at Cyan before looking over at the wolf and adding, "Besides... you don't wish to cause an incident that could disturb Lady Cyan's concentration?  It would be most impolite to bother anyone when they are hard at... work.  I hope you understand that I have never been comfortable with strangers at my back or looking over my shoulder.

If confrontation is the goal, I prefer it done face-to-face... if it must come to that at all.  As for my work, until it is complete... I feel a certain proprietary protectiveness, which makes me uneasy around snoopers.  I do hope you understand Master Wolf and will not take undue offense."


Leonardo then resumed his hunched stance as he returned to his work and used the flaps of his duster as an impromptu cover to shield his work both from the elements... and unwanted snooping.

===========================================================
Re: Part 20c - Vigil by Cyan
-----------------------------------------------------------
"Hunter is merely concerned," Cyan states absently, desperately trying to keep her attention on two things at once.  Berd slips in and assists her, taking up some of the slack when it comes to Jack.  "My friend," and here she waves to Kallika, "objects strongly to people painting pictures of her.  Hunter merely seeks to prevent you from making such a mistake - an honest one, in face.  If you are painting her, I request that you refrain."

She grins, suddenly, as if to say that there is no offence taken, and none given.  Her eyes catch the fire like rubies, burning with a ruddy glow.  "Being a painter myself, I understand my friend's position, but also give you leave to paint me."

===========================================================
Re: Part 20c - Vigil by Leonardo
-----------------------------------------------------------

Leonardo looks up from his work and then looks back at the wolf saying in a soft tone of mild reproach, "You see... all that concern and worry... and now we have disturbed Lady Cyan's concentration.  I only hope we have not caused too much trouble... you really shouldn't have been so nosey."

Leonardo turns back to Cyan with a placating smile and replies in a contrite tone, "Do forgive me for allowing my hobby to disturb you Lady Cyan.  I must confess that this is the first time I have come across someone with such strong objections... especially as I was intending to present you with the final work as a gift for your warm hospitality.

I suppose the your friend objects just as strenuously to someone drawing her portrait as she does to painting it?  Very well... I have no wish nor use nor need for an uncooperative subject.

I do thank you for your permission to draw you Lady Cyan and I hope that at least YOU will appreciate my talents when the final work is offered to you in the spirit of companionship.  I shall have to begin anew... but no matter, now I can focus on a willing subject and will be able to work in peace without third party interference or interruption."


As he says this last statement, Leonardo briefly stares back at Hunter before turning towards the other lady, raising one eyebrow and saying in a cool tone, "The next time you desire to make your wishes and idiosyncrasies know my lady, I would humbly request that you do so in person rather than through secondary agents.  Unless of course you have lost the capacity for speech, in which case I absolve you of any accusation of rudeness.

There may be others out there who are familiar with the silent intentions of the beasts of the wild... however I do not count myself among their number.  I do not appreciate being hounded as I have no inkling as to your wolf's true intentions or motivations.

I am sure upon reflection that you can understand the threatening hostility one might sense from the sudden close and unwanted approach of an unknown strange beast.  I have no wish to become a wolf's dinner nor be made a gruesome example of due to unintended offense given through no fault of my own.

Seeing as I have acquiesced to Lady Cyan's civilized request that I refrain from drawing your image... I would now ask politely that you remove your animal companion from his current position as I find its presence most unnerving.

As I mentioned before, I never show my unfinished work... only the final product is ever presented for critique.  I also have developed a distinct need for... personal space which I would ask that you respect just as I am willing to respect your disinclination to having a likeness made of your features.  Thank you for your understanding in this matter."


Leonardo then flipped over the page he had been working on and began to write.  However even if the wolf was so rude as to continue to stare over Leonardo's shoulder... the writing would be meaningless as it was a personal cipher/short-hand Leonardo used for his own private observations.

After taking several minutes to write down his thoughts in this cipher in silence, Leonardo turned the page again and looked up at Cyan.  Leonardo smiled warmly and then his eyes seemed to glaze over in an unfocused manner as his facial expression relaxed into a passive look.  After a few moments of this, Leonardo began to draw again on the fresh sheet of paper.

===========================================================
Re: Part 20c - Vigil by Cyan
-----------------------------------------------------------
Cyan's eyes widen as Leonardo speaks, shading over to a burning amber hue.  Her jaw sets, and she flexes her one, free hand for a moment, almost losing her concentration on the card.  Berd hurriedly takes it up, letting out a chiming laugh that sounds almost mocking despite its musical nature.  Slowly, she shakes her head, considering informing this...Leonardo...that he no longer has the right to draw her, either.

But that, in this case, would be petty.

Her gaze rolls towards Kallika with interest, concentration now split, as she wonders how her companion will respond to their 'guest's' arrogance.  The nerve.  Coming to our camp, and speaking so, when he knows nothing of us, our customs...  Again, she considers speaking herself, but then smiles thinly.  Kallika is more than capable of 'defending' herself, should she so wish, and Cyan would hardly deprive her of the opportunity.

It would seem, she sends to Jack, that our traveller shares some characteristics with the 'old' Aaron, if I am reading this correctly.

===========================================================
Re: Part 20c - Vigil by Cyan
-----------------------------------------------------------
It might be best, Cyan agrees, ruby eyes shining with mixed amusement and frustration.  We can always come back to this land; circumstances here are forcing our hand.  This reconnaissance is something that we can complete-

"-later," she finishes aloud, reaching out for Jack.  "Come through, Jack."

Berd hits the ground, keeping far away in case Jack materializes atop him.  He has no wish to interpenetrate with the shadow-creature that Jack has become.

===========================================================
Re: Part 20c - Vigil by Dworkin (GM)
-----------------------------------------------------------
Cyan reaches her hand out to Jack, and a nimbus appears in the air, an aura visible only to those with the sight to see it.  This one is strange though.  Most Trump gates shimmer with the colours of the spectrum, this one comprises only shades of black.

The blackness flows and billows, like ink poured into water, then recedes.

Jack is here...

===========================================================
Re: Part 20c - Vigil by Jack
-----------------------------------------------------------
       The darkness retains the vague form of Jack while he searches through the triads link for what has happened over the last few minuets.  The dark form of Jack sinks into the shadows, around the camp. Blending, becoming one with them and becoming lost in the dark. Yet a soft psychic voice can be heard coming from varying places across the camp. Changing location and directions fast as the wind he says.

Rudeness…

                  is coming into

someone’s camp as a guest This part comes from right next to Leonardo’s ear, indeed from his own shadow.



                                                            and hiding what you are doing.


Jack rose from Kali's shadow, the inky darkness pouring off him as he did so. “Hello Lalai” He said before leaning down and kissing the top of her hooded head. “Miss me?” He the knowing smirk in place.

      He looked back to the new comer the smile becoming a distasteful frown, deep blue eyes regarding the man. Jacks boyish face growing serious yet his voice was soft and not unkind in it’s seriousness. “Leonardo Henri Cezanne, I am Jack of the Darkwell and this is not your camp. It is however how ever the wolves camp, so he may do as he pleases within reason. You are guest here, I would suggest that you try and behave yourself respectfully as one. We have been in most trying circumstances as of late, having lost a dear friend today. So forgive us, we do not have time or the inkling to baby egos or an artists delicate feelings. We have rules in the way we treat each other, one of which is letting each know exactly what we are doing and keeping nothing. . . I repeat no, zero, zip, no secrets at  all from each other.”
       “ Being a bit of a diplomat and traveler I know it is best to abide by the rules and reasons of those you are with. If you can do this great you are most welcome to our fireside and company, if not then I would suggest you go make your own cam and dispense with our company. I have no patients right now for verbal fencing and do not wish to get into it with anyone. So a simple yes or no, and an apology to the lady and the wolf would be for the best.”

      Yes Jack was being blunt, but better to have everything up front. He looked around the camp absentmindedly after finishing. “I would offer you a drink after you finish with the apologies , but I do not know if we have anything worth wile.”

===========================================================
Re: Part 20c - Vigil by Cyan
-----------------------------------------------------------
The spectral dance garners a smile, but Cyan bursts into a peal of delighted laughter at Jack's forthright speech.  "Ah, Jack, now I know why," she begins, hesitating, then continuing smoothly, "why your company is such a delight.  As usual, keen diplomat that you are, you have ferretted out just the warm, soft words of comfort and welcome that are required."  Her laughter rings out again across the plain, clear and bright, for the first time in...a long while.  Berd perks up and chirps happily, rising on blurred wings, and swings over to land on her shoulder, piping a welcome to the Jack of Shadows.

"Leonardo Henri Cezanne, this is Jack of the Darkwell, our sometime leader and voice of reason.  Jack, as you know, this is Leonardo Henri Cezanne, traveller and artist," the bard states, motioning to each in their turn.  "As for the drink, Jack, though Lexy has left us," she continues, Berd letting out a small snort of disgust at her words, "a little piece of her has remained behind...."  Rooting in her pack, Cyan comes out with the three-quarters full bottle of fine brandy (one of a pair), and holds it up.

"Regretfully, we have no cups.  But I trust the strong spirits will deal with any issues of passing the bottle."  Amethyst eyes shining in the dim light, she holds the bottle towards Jack.  Berd crawls down her arm, sitting on the top of the neck, Cyan's arm dipping slightly for a moment under the extra weight.  "Wretched creature...oh, would you?  My apologies.  Do you wish the brandy, Jack?"

===========================================================
Re: Part 20c - Vigil by Jack
-----------------------------------------------------------
       Jack took the brandy with a comically melodramatic hurt look , the shrugged his shoulders and flashed a friendly smile at Cyan. “Hey, at least I didn’t try the same kind of diplomacy on Leo here that I used on Aaron back on the boat.” He said before taking a small sip of brandy for politeness sake and casually handing it back to the bard.
       “Certain situations call for unique diplomatic strategy. Far be it from me to argue with tried and true techniques, even if it means altering how they see things through mass aversion therepy.” He endeavors to look innocently up as if he has a halo. Yet the knowing grin has returned only making him look that much more impish. With that failing miserably he stuck his tongue quickly and impishly out at the bard.

     Followed by a glance back over to Leonardo he added “We are really not a bad lot, but you have caught us at a really bad time friend.”

===========================================================
Re: Part 20c - Vigil by Leonardo
-----------------------------------------------------------

[OOC: Jack... I would check with Dworkin about whether your psychic words reached Leonardo or not... in fact you may find that you don't sense Leonardo's mind at all... unless you intend to really PUSH which will be noticeable.]

Leonardo looked at the arrival of the newcomer with a passive expression on his face and shrugged as he rose casually from the ground saying in a disinterested tone, "Well... it seems that diplomacy as well as manners are truly dead.  However apparently flashy and overly flamboyant entrances are still in style... somewhere.  It's a shame I've seen better or I might have been impressed.

If you wish to find fault with me as a guest... I believe one may safely say you are more than a bit lacking as a host.  So much fuss over a simple gift... I can't believe it!  The only reason I began this drawing was to present it as a gift to the two ladies who invited to me to join them.  Where I come from, it is customary to offer a gift in exchange for generosity and welcome.  The only thing I have of any value is my art but apparently my meager talents are unworthy of such exalted company.

Well... I can tell when I am not wanted and I have no intention of overstaying my welcome.  A welcome which seemed to come to an end the moment I sat down and had wild beasts stalking me from behind while I tried to make a gift for my hosts.... and to think it is my manners which are called into question.

By no matter, this gift seems as unwelcome as I am and I shall bother you all no further.  While this campsite may indeed belong to you... I trust the rest of this wide open world does not?  I am after all here to search for someone and I would hate to think he has met with similar... welcome.  Good evening to all of you."


Leonardo tears out the two pages which contain the first and second drawings.  He then crumples up the paper and throws it unto the fire before putting away his notepad and pen.  He then bows to Cyan and adds with a sigh and in a regretful tone, "It seems a shame that I will not be favored with your stories and songs after all.  I should like to have been able to present you with your gift but it seems others have taken great exception and I would not wish the picture to be a subject of contention among your companions.  I just wish to thank you once again for your kind welcome and attempts at soothing your companions rougher social edges.

I am sorry if my attempt to reward your kindness has caused you undue hassle or disrupted your work greatly, it was never my intention.  Good evening Lady Cyan and fare thee well in your future endeavors.  Now I must be off, I have dallied too long as it is and the object of my search may already be approaching his peril."


Leonardo then turned to head back out into the night.

===========================================================
Re: Part 20c - Vigil by Cyan
-----------------------------------------------------------
Cyan's eyebrow rises slightly as she listens to Leonardo put forth his grievances.  She remains silent, however, letting the man's arrogance and bitter sarcasm flow off her, glancing at Jack with a wry expression.  No, I was wrong.  Aaron was never, ever this bad, in certain ways.

When he addresses her, the redheaded woman merely stares back at him, quietly waiting for him to finish.  Berd flops off her arm and immediately moves to the place Leonardo has just vacated, setting himself down in the warmth with a satisfied sigh.  "I wish you luck in locating your friend," the Bard replies in a neutral tone.  "If we see any who appears to be a stranger to this place, we shall direct him to you...or succor him, as we would with any in peril."  Giving him a short bow in reply to his, she turns to Jack when the man leaves, emerald eyes flashing with wry amusement.

"Well.  I fear you have returned, Jack, only to leave...or rest."  Taking the bottle back, the bard sips at the brandy.  "Berd and Hunter will ensure our Traveller does not return without our knowledge...I hope."  Reaching out with a foot, she taps the drake.  One indignant belch later, the little dragon is clambering up on her shoulder again.

"What, precisely, did we discover?"  Cyan frowns.  "I fear much of what transpired in that world was so alien I barely comprehended it."

===========================================================
Re: Part 20c - Vigil by Jack
-----------------------------------------------------------
       Jack nods to Leo as he leaves and says “Best of luck to you, but if your are looking for Ares. . .It is to late.” Again blunt and tactless.

Then Jack turns to the bard “What stories do you have about the Seraphim bard? I do believe things have just gotten interesting and the pieces are coming together.”

===========================================================
Re: Part 20c - Vigil by Leonardo
-----------------------------------------------------------

Leonardo had only take two steps away from the camp when Jack interjected...

quote:“Best of luck to you, but if your are looking for Ares. . .It is to late.”

Leonardo turned towards Jack with a curious expression on his face as he asked in a perplexed tone, "Hmm... "Ares"... the name is not familiar though I am sorry to hear that anyone has come to harm.  The man I am looking for is called "David" but I have not been able to establish contact with him for a few days now... yet... my dream clearly showed him to be approaching danger.

Did this "Ares" meet is final end then?  I don't suppose he looked anything like..."
{OOC: insert description of Ares} "... did he?"

Leonardo's fairly passive features and tone have changed to one of concern and the worry is clear in his tone of voice.  Leonardo pulls a Card from his belt pouch and looks at the card face with an expression of trepidation.

===========================================================
Re: Part 20c - Vigil by Cyan
-----------------------------------------------------------
Cyan sighs, slowly turning her head to look at Leonardo.  "Yes.  That is Ares.  He died a short time past, and is interred beneath that spire."  The bard slowly points to the glassy, volcanic column rising from the ground a short distance away.  "I am truly sorry.  Ares was a good man - one of the best I have ever had the pleasure of knowing."  Turning, the bard stares into the campfire, her topaz eyes matching the tips of the flickering flame.

"He perished of wounds received while in our company.  They were poisoned."

===========================================================
Re: Part 20c - Vigil by Kalika Wolfblade
-----------------------------------------------------------
Kali remains seated as Leo addresses Hunter, who stares back at the man with his best 'dumb animal' look. Instead he sneezes quite audibly and wetly on the artist before padding to Kali's side and seating himself there protectively, a lupine grin on his 'face.'

Jack comes from the shadows then and Kali tilts her head back to greet him. the hood falls back, causing her silver hair to glint metallicaly in the firelight, the starmetal chain still bringing a flare of irridescent color to the silver locks. "Welcome back lalai" she smiles, the feelings of love from their bond making it a soft, caring smile since the look in her eyes cannot.

Kali then turns her head, the scars around her face shine wetly, their puckered pink color a testament to the fact that the venom had stopped it's damaging work. Her pure white eyes face the heat source whose scent was 'Leonardo.'

"You speak of your customs being tread upon by us not accepting tribute or treating you poorly... customer that were tread upon in ignorance, much as you began to tread upon one of our customs in ignorance" a small half smile seems out of place on her face since her eyes are unable to echo the expression "that would make us even, no?"

She does not rise, but instead says seating, her head tilted so that she is 'looking up' at those who are standing.

===========================================================
Re: Part 20c - Vigil by Leonardo
-----------------------------------------------------------

All pretense of calm evaporates as a dark shroud of despair descends upon Leonardo's features and mood.  Upon hearing that his friend his dead, Leonardo collapses sinking to his knees as his head falls to his chest and his eyes stare at the Card in his right hand.

In a pained tone with his tears barely kept in check from flowing freely, Leonardo declares, "Dead?.... then I have failed him.... I was too late to warn him of his impending doom and now my friend has perished due to my wretched tardiness!

I have failed them both... David I was unable to save and now I must inform Samuel that his age-old boon companion's light hath been extinguished forever.  The task falls to me to communicate to my dear benefactor the odious message that life doeth now become that much colder and darker for this tragic loss.

But... but HOW is this possible?  Was not David's armor impenetrable, impervious to harm and the tools of war known to man?  And yet... the dark deed is done.... there must be true villainy at work here!  David has fallen to the machinations of devious treachery... foul poison hath been his Achilles’ heel."


Leonardo takes a moment more to silently stare at the Card before he uses his left hand to make the sign of the cross.  With his head bowed and his eyes closed, Leonardo speaks softly to himself apparently oblivious to anything else around him.

===========================================================
Re: Part 20c - Vigil by Kalika Wolfblade
-----------------------------------------------------------
Kali turns to Jack, a silvery eyebrow quirking upward slightly. Wretched tardiness? Odious? Doeth? he feels her suppress a chuckle Is this guy for real? she send through the link, not trusting herself to speak aloud without compounding this wordy fellow's pain.

Somehow she found it hard to believe that the stalwort and accomplished warrior Ares would keep 'boon' companions with a dreaming pansy like this Leo character.

These thoughts, are of course, also shared with Jack.

===========================================================
Re: Part 20c - Vigil by Cyan
-----------------------------------------------------------
Cyan glances Kallika's way, and gives her a crooked, pained smile.  Mention of Ares has driven the ease from her, and she takes a long drink of her brandy, setting the bottle down where she sits.

"No armor is impenetrable," she says quietly, staring into the fire with amethyst eyes.  "Ares was injured by a poisoned blade, not once, but several times.  He rode to us, through the myriad worlds, having saved an entire world's populace, what little remained, from destruction.  En route, he was waylayed and injured; he died, with a world's greatest physicians unable to assist him.  The people of this world will always count him their greatest champion, for he freed them from their oppression."

She takes another, smaller sip from the bottle.  "I grieve for your loss."

Berd stares miserably up at the piller, and lays his head down on her shoulder.

===========================================================
Blunt again by Jack
-----------------------------------------------------------
      Jack sighed and closed his eyes for the moment. Inwardly he matches Kali’s chuckle despite trying to be serious. I don't know if he's real or not Lalai. Yes, the stark contrast is a odd thing to imagine. Then again Ares seemed an accepting man, my love. Still this one seems hard and stubborn where Ares covered a tender heart with hard silence. Leo spews forth a tidal wave of prose with no recognition of others feelings. If only he were half the man of Ares.

    He then opened his eyes and looked at the garrulous man. “Ares our friend died because he underestimated what we are facing.” Jack says flatly, in a hard tone of voice. He had spoken softly and kindly last time but apparently his kind tone was not taken as anything, along with Kali’s feelings. Discounted as mere trifles compared to the feelings of this babbling  man. “We all almost died with him today, attacked by a thing that came into camp under the guise of friendship. Yet it tried to hide what it was doing.”
        Jacks voice became harder and sharper, striking points that he knew would be lost in this mans utter seeming Solphistisim. “I feel for your loss, but that does not change several facts. When in Bell Garth do as the Belle Gathians, David would have observed this fact. You have been rude, you started doing something with pen and paper in our campsite without asking and tried to hide what you were doing. You have disrupted a delicate operation that was to both continue Ares work and avenge his death. However you are correct we have been rude as well, you have won the augment. Though in winning it you have lost. It is a wise man that knows when a debate or argument serves no purpose. Only a fool argues when nothing is served by it and indeed things my be lost by winning. Now since you can not see the grief you have cause or accept that have not wronged anyone, then away with you. We have work to do, Davids work and his revenge! I have no time will for this debate as I said before. ”

       Jack looked away from Leo relying on Hunter to keep an eye on the man. Perhaps he was being to hard, but things had to be done. After the stint with Aaron being insane he had not taste for this kind of folderol. Jack Sat down by Kalika, letting his hand find hers. Seeking the reassurance of the warmth of contact. She could feel and see his mind working away on the problems that faced them in his mind. The Shadow man truly did not have time for BS as his mind worked away. With the things he had seen he knew they were running out of time, possibly the universe and all of the worlds as they knew them were.

     “Cyan.” He says sharply, but not harshly. “I need you fully here and now.” His deep blue sizing the bard up. “I need to know about the Seraphim from the old tales Cyan! I know a little, but a bards views are needed here! You had mentioned that the people of the stone circle world thought your were Seraphim once they saw the cube. A fact that Ares took advantage of. Aren’t Seraphim considered divine light and fire? I have heard many descriptions of them, isn’t one of these descriptions great wheels of fire? That thing that was following Ares, that I fought and defeated with everyone’s help. It seemed to be of light and fire and could change it’s shape. Though it could change shape it could not hide how powerful it was from those that were truly sensitive.”
       “So the Broken God could not send these Seraphim to Amber or Chaos where they have more of these sensitive people. He had to enlist Cylla to do his leg work. This is all being built on the powers of the stone circles that we have seen, which were built on sights where a truly ancient power is. Predating even my pattern, possibly as old as Aaron’s or older. Even the world the Gather was ravaging was full of a version of this power. I imagine they took the people there just to give the Gatherer a physical snack, the power of the world was the true prize. The mechanical spider servants  of that world are building a giant dish, I rather imagine to project this energy where it is needed. I could not imagine it being just for receiving  the energy as they must already be receiving it from the Gatherers orb.”
          “I could of course be wrong, this is just brain storming. Though imagine for a moment an item capable of projecting great energy across the worlds. Perhaps all of the way to Amber and chaos it’s self. What would happen to the worlds if someone not just attacked, but destroyed Amber, Chaos, The Amber Pattern and. . . What was that? Oh yes, the Logrus. If the universes were not destroyed it would only be because someone else had a different power to hold things together. Though I could not tell you what that power is. That is of course a worst case scenario.”

“Also don’t think for a moment Cyan, that I missed the crack about me being the sometimes leader. Everyone knows Berd is one of the leaders and Hunter explained it to me in no uncertain terms that he is the leader. As always, I am just the baggage picked up in a distant world.” The last came with a wry smile.

===========================================================
Re: Blunt again by Cyan
-----------------------------------------------------------
Starting out of her ruminitions, Cyan nods quickly, her attention falling away from Leonardo.  Whatever his grief, he shall have to come to terms with it on his own, it seems.  Ares is...gone.  They have work to do.  "Yes, Jack.  I apologize."  Listening carefully, she considers his words.

"In some worlds, the Seraphim are indeed described as beings of light and fire, greatest of the servants of the creator.  The name is almost universally connected with the forces of 'good'."  She gives a twisted smile.  "For what that is worth.  As for wheels of fire, riding across the sky...that has been considered to be characteristic of the Ofanim.  The Seraphim are divine creatures of fire, sometimes considered snakelike, sometimes not. Most often, they are described with multiple wings.  In any case, while the Wheels of Fire may NOT have been the Seraphim as described, the association exists.  Among many of the 'armies of light' are these Wheels I named earlier, wheels similar to the two we observed."

"Forgive my rambling."  She stares long and hard at Jack.  Then finally, eyes burning rubies, she continues.  "That creature we defeated may well have been one of the Seraphim.  It fits, of course, far better than the fiery wheels, and its power was...immense.  Your suppositions on the matter of the stones, the Hand, Cylla's presence, the Gatherer...all make perfect sense.  But we have seen them USING the pattern, in the Hand.  What if..."  She fumbles for an idea, almost loses it.  "What if...they intend to somehow corrupt the pattern, or the logrus, into something they can use for their own purpose?  Much as they have with the Hand?  What if that was merely a trial, as it were?"

Tapping her lips with one fingertip, she smiles, briefly.  "We know who the leaders of this motley group are, Jack.  And we snap to when they command."

Berd warbles agreement, and promptly demands that his head be scratched.

===========================================================
Re: Blunt again by Jack
-----------------------------------------------------------
        “No need for appologies between friends Cyan” Jack softly threw the bards words back at her then continued on. Not worrying if he continued over the anything the struggling artist was saying at the moment. He knew if Kali, Hunter or Berd had anything they would speak up. Though he smiled at Berd and held a hand out with the intention of stroking the small drake if it chose to come to him.
         “Yes, yes a definite possibility bard, I had not though of that. Of course we must consider that it is a pattern wielder behind this all. Perhaps to usurp the crown of Amber?” Jack clucked his tongue in thought for a moment. “Well we are getting more facts and growing closer anyway. We have things we must get done, yes I will go back to that world tonight. To continue the goal of gaining information that I was so rudely interrupted in.”
          Jack looks puzzled for a moment, “You know after your rescued me and I awoke for the first time. Hunter got up in my face as my love checked me out. I was much more worried about him tasting Jack than his taste in art.” Jack shrugged with a chuckle and let the thought pass “The spiders are laying out the circuitry for that dish even as we speak and our time is running out.  Before I do go back you need to contact your Amber Prince and give him what we have so far if you can. I have the feeling that this is about to turn nasty.”
       He breathed a heavy sigh and looked at the red headed bard for a moment “We will talk about leaders later, right now. . . I guess if the shoe fits.” Jack seemed to slump and deflate a bit beside Kali. Even with the sleep he got, the entire thing was emotionally tiring. Now if he was the leader he was responsible for them all. Yet wasn’t he already? He felt protective of all of them, even Aaron. They were his people to him. Yet that meant he was partially responsible for Ares death, as he knew at the time that the Amber man should not go alone. Isn’t that why Jack chose to go to the other world alone? So that no one would be at risk but him? Nothing buts spiders, firey wheels and him.
       Jack had been to busy facing Aaron and trying to mend their differences to speak up when Ares left. So wasn’t he at fault for his friends demise. Jack closed his eyes again and pulled his hood up to cover his own face. He knew Kalika and Hunter could see his uncertainty wearing on him in his mind. Yet he hid it in the shadows of his hood from the others. If he was a leader then he could not let them see him so uncertain. Just the thought of leadership and it's responsability was a heavy weight. If he could not lead his own world,then how could he bear the weight of the lives of these people and the miriad of innocent lives at stake if a war broke out from this.

===========================================================
Re: Blunt again by Cyan
-----------------------------------------------------------
"Jack...."  Cyan reaches out a hand towards him, sensing his exhaustion, both physical and spiritual.  But he is safe beside Kallika, and her hand drops.  Uncertain, she casts about, thinking.

And more comes to mind.

"Jack, the Seraphim were said to be honorable, the highest creatures of good that could exist.  But the Nephalim...the stone circle was said to have been built by them."  Her voice takes on an eerie cadance, then, and her topaz eyes grow far away.  "The Grigori were Those Who Watched, sent down by the Creator to stand with the People.  They were to assist, to guide, to help...and they grew too close to their charges.  They selected wives and husbands, and mated with them...they became gluttonous, lecherous, seduced by all of the power life has over people.  They lost their way, and were struck down by the Creator."

Berd shifts uncomfortably, his glittering eyes staring into the flames.  He doesn't notice Jack's gesture, though not from rudeness - he seems lost in his own thoughts.

"The Grigori were destroyed, some say.  Others claim they walk the worlds, like ourselves, eternally seeking redemption.  Still others place them at the heart of Evil in the Worlds.  But there is one truth that fell from that legend - the Nephillim."  Cyan leans forward, stirs up the fire.  Sparks fly into the air, and Berd follows them with his eyes, up to the heavens.

"Children of the Grigori - half-human, half...Angel?  Spirit of Light?  Unbalanced, full of power.  Mad with it, in fact.  Giants they were, but rarely of the physical form; it was in might, lore, and guile that they stood high.  Immortal, or so it is said.  Their powers were vast, and they strode the worlds, taking what they would and ruling over men and women, sometimes in wisdom, sometimes in evil.  They were the greatest and worst of the people.  It was the flood that swept them aside - sometimes in a world, sometimes in a storm over the worlds.  The tides of life and death tore their power asunder, and they were no more."

Her voice clears, and she shakes her head.  Berd's head comes down, and he stares sadly into the flames.  "So I am told, in any case."  Cyan stares at Jack for a long time.

"Jack...we know who our leader is.  It is the one among us who stands forward when their talent strikes.  It is the one we follow when we feel the need.  Sometimes, Jack, that is you.  Sometimes it has been I, sometimes Kallika, sometimes Lexy...yes, sometimes Aaron as well, and I daresay he will do more, now that he has come to himself.  We all lead here, Jack.  It is just that you do so more often than I."  Cyan puts her head down on her knees.  "Do not take more on your shoulders than is your due, Jack of Shadows."

===========================================================
Re: Blunt again by Jack
-----------------------------------------------------------
        Jack looks up from his spot by the fire and Kalika, from here he speaks softly. “I suppose you are right Cyan, as I would gladly follow any of you especially in your element. The matter just strikes a tender subject, I could not lead in my home. I did not have what it takes to make the hard decisions, who lives and who dies. What is for the best, in the face of what is right. I guess the subject is a sore one with me.”
         I know what a leader should be, but Aaron is right in that I do not have the soul for it.”  He let his hand that had been held out for Berd fall softly onto Hunter stroking the alpha wolves fur. “Let those with dreams of grandeur bear the weight of leadership. Myself, I just do what needs to be done.” He breathed a last heavy sigh letting it out.
         "So do you think bringing the prince of Amber up to date is apropriate?"

===========================================================
Re: Blunt again by Leonardo
-----------------------------------------------------------

Leonardo had not really been paying attention, as he was lost in his own thoughts.  He also had mainly been speaking to himself and had not realized his voice had carried to the others.  Leonardo finished his silent prayer and stood back up with his facial expression set in stone, no evidence of tears in his eyes... rather there was the hint of fire behind them.

Closing his eyes for a moment, Leonardo took a deep breath and let it out slowly before turning back towards the three strangers and their animal companions.  With a neutral emotionless tone, Leonardo addressed the others, "I beg your pardon once more for intruding but there is an item of information which you possess that I will need if I am to see made right the wrong which has been done to David.  As you say, there is no need or use for argument nor have I the will to continue along our previous line of discussion.  I see with my eyes and hear with my ears... you know what you know, and that is an end to it.

But I must know the identity of the source of my grief as well as your own sorrow and the cause of my mentor's pain.  You say you were friends of David... or Ares, two names but the same dependable man.  If Samuel and I are to seek retribution for David's death, we will need to know upon whom the blade should fall.  I plead with you to please favor me with the details of our target.  Once I know who the enemy is, I will honor your demand to withdraw.  I will need to pay my respects to David's last resting place in any case before pursuing our new agenda."


A stark and deadly serious visage has wiped away the carefree, flighty fop of earlier and he stands ready to make good his promise for action as he shifts his gaze from one to the other of those assembled near the fire.

===========================================================
Re: Blunt again by Cyan
-----------------------------------------------------------
"Neither could I choose for anyone, Jack.  I would say that none of us here are fit to be rulers...as such, we are those who band together and seek out the trouble that threatens those in the halls of power."  Cyan shrugs, eyes as hard as agates.  "And crush it, like a boot to a scorpion.  And, because of this, we are none of us the 'Leader' of this group - it is a position we trade.  In your case...you seem to find that position more quickly than others, but we all stand beside you.  You lead, Jack.  You do not 'command' us into danger, and neither would I when the mantle falls to me."  Stirring the fire with a stick, Cyan adds, "And yes, I believe it is time to bring this matter to those very same halls of power."

Then Leonardo speaks, and she slowly turns towards him, listening to his request.  Again, the man makes no attempt to apologize for his rudeness, earlier, but the request is one that cannot be denied.

Unfortunately, it is also one that cannot be easily answered.

"Leonardo," Cyan begins patiently, "I regret to say that this information cannot be given.  Not 'will not, but rather 'can not'.  We know only the barest handful of hints to the identity of the Enemy - perhaps it is within this world we study, perhaps this world is only staging area.  We cannot know.  And the tale would be long in the telling.  I can appreciate your desire to find retribution, but regretfully, I cannot quickly assist you beyond saying this - there is a war going on throughout the myriad worlds, a shadowy war where the pieces are only just begun to move.  The first blows have been struck, with our allies all unawares of the vastness of their consequences.  Our trail has led us here - to Ares' world, to bury our friend, and our next steps lead to a world where we can see the Enemy at work.  Is it their home?  Or simply ONE of their homes?  We know not.  As such, we are going to Amber, where we will inform the Royalty there of our discoveries.  This threat is against all that exists, we fear, and thus those who hold the greatest power must be informed.  Should you wish to travel with us to Amber, to listen to the story, so be it.  Else, I can tell you the story now, while the others rest, and you may seek out your friend and relate what you can.  But there is no finger to be pointed at a single cause...yet."

===========================================================
Re: Blunt again by Leonardo
-----------------------------------------------------------

As he listened to Cyan's explanation... which lacked the concrete details he had desired, Leonardo sighed but nodded his head in acknowledgement of her efforts.  In a tone laced with regret and disappointment, Leonardo replied, "I see... a danger, an evil too dark and mysterious as yet to make a clear and proper target.  It is what I feared upon hearing of David's demise... such would be the expected magnitude of a foe who could lay low so mighty a warrior.

I greatly appreciate your efforts to guide the hand of just retribution Lady Cyan and I am touched by your offer to enlighten me here and now.  However I have given my word that I would bother you and yours no further once I had a clear direction to pursue... and I am a man of my word.

I will not indispose you further nor force your companions to endure my presence a moment longer.  If it is good enough for the Royalty of Amber to wait until later for the full tale... then certainly one who is less worthy can wait as well.  Besides... I need to pay my respects to David soon if I am to leave for Amber.

Fare thee well Lady Cyan and while on the trail of this Enemy, I wish you all Good Hunting.  I will see you again in Amber and I wait with baited breath for the tale of dark foreboding and woe, which surly your story must be.  I now bid you all a good evening, may your dreams be ones of victory and triumph."


With a short bow encompassing all those present, Leonardo took a firm grip on his walking stick and headed out in the direction that Cyan had earlier pointed out as being the final resting place of David/Ares.

===========================================================
Re: Blunt again by Cyan
-----------------------------------------------------------
OOC - the Gravesite is about 20 feet away, if that.  A tall spire of volcanic glass, as I recall.

IC - "Luck to your own quest, and safe journey," Cyan replies quietly.  Politeness costs nothing, after all.  Beside her, Berd merely stares into the fire, evidently lost in his own thoughts.  Cyan, eyes a thoughtful sapphire, turns back to Jack.

"And so, Jack of Shadows, without Lexy we have no means of moving swiftly through the Myriad Worlds.  There is Aaron, of course...but he is not here, and we must await him, having no means to tell him how to follow us."  The Bard frowns.  "We could leave him a message, but I would rather wait.  It is safer.  I suggest we await Aaron's return, then begin our trek to Amber."

Amber.  The city she had always wished to visit and now found herself not caring if she ever saw its fabled spires.  Cyan has learned much during her travels, now, and has realized one thing.

Amber is not what the legends state.  Well, not all of them.

Berd slowly raises his head, and looks at her miserably.  The Bard frowns.  "What ails you, silly dragon?"  Hauling him into her arms, she commences to scratch his eye ridges, but, after a long moment, Berd slowly pulls himself free, careful not to do any scratching of his own.  Cyan watches in surprise as the drake, appearing unwontedly heavy, flaps up to the top of the obsidian piller and perches there, staring out into the night sky, only his eyes visible at this distance.

"That," Cyan comments, obviously distressed, "is a first.  Jack...my shirt, if you would?" she asks, holding out her hand.  I would have it back.  Besides being...more useful than the one I wear, it is my favourite....

===========================================================
Re: Blunt again by Kalika Wolfblade
-----------------------------------------------------------
Kali wraps an arm around Jack, lending support for his weariness. Listen to Cyan... she has more wisdom than I can offer her wry laugh is only echoed through the link as she squeezes him. We all have had our time leading... you more often than most because it is in your blood, it comes naturally to you... she pauses and turns her head to kiss him softly, and a little awkwardly on the cheek and you are good at it. She smiles in what she hopes is an encouraging manner.

The idea to return to Amber confuses Kali at first, but she does not voice her confusion, instead thinking about it while the pup gets over his grief and demands revenge. Kali fought the urge to sigh. How many vibrant young men had she seen throw their lives away in a vain attempt to avenge a fallen loved one? She considers for a moment and then snorts softly. Too many to count.  She remembers when a card contact was attempted and the card burned away. It seemed there was no choice but to return to Amber. For some reason it seemed like back tracking to her, a waste of time when they had just caught the scent of their Enemy. The chase was just begining and they were going to back off like cowed dogs.

Of course she saw the wisdom in returning... the tiredness that still plagued Jack, the lines of loss and sadness on Cyan's face... the signs were everywhere. Perhaps it was just the wolf in her, but backing off completely at this point seemed foolish. Perhaps leaving a select person or persons behind to reconnoiter and serve as a quick bridge back to the Shadow would be worth considering... but she does not voice her thoughts, keeping them in the Triad instead.

Leo moves to Ares' grave and Hunter confirms the thought before Kali has it fully developed. The man's scent was marked and would not be forgotten.

===========================================================
Re: Blunt again by Leonardo
-----------------------------------------------------------

With his head bowed low, Leonardo approaches the obsidian spire which marks the last resting place of his old friend... when his attention is suddenly draw upwards to the sound of flapping wings.  As his head springs up from its lowered position, Leonardo notices that the dragonesque creature-companion of Lady Cyan has taken a perch on top of the pillar.

Leonardo stops in his tracks and takes a moment to study the creature perched atop the spire and then he slowly turns around to stare back at the campsite from which it came.  His right eyebrow rises slightly in irritated question but otherwise his features remain passive.  Still at this distance and in the dark, it is unlikely any back there would take note nor care if they did.

After a moment longer, Leonardo turns back to his original destination and continues walking until he is at the base of the spire.  He then kneels down gently, makes the sign of the cross with his right hand and begins to pray silently for his friend.  However he is unable to complete his prayer as his mind refuses to leave the topic at hand... just what is this group up to and why is he being spied on?

Even in this, my moment of grieving respect for the dead... I am not free of suspicious observation!?  Have these beings no respect for the dead... a man's grave stone is not a perch!  So am I to be watched like a convicted criminal... do they think me a thief in the night to go steal away the remains of my friend!?  What purpose does this needless hounding serve... first a wolf and now this odd creature, can I not just be left alone in peace with my grief and sorrow?

Still... I have taken their measure and found them wanting for the most part.  Why should I now expect good manners or peaceful unobtrusive behavior when none... save perhaps Lady Cyan, has bothered to show me any common courtesy?  Well no matter... this grave site, unlike that COLD campsite, does NOT belong to them and their wishes mean nothing here and now.  I shall do as I please... let them watch if it be their pleasure.


Leonardo takes out the Card with David's portrait on it and places it against the spire.  He then reaches into the inside pocket of his duster once again and withdraws a second Card.  He does not look at the second Card at first, instead he merely presses it against his chest as he closes his eyes.  Shortly thereafter, Leonardo finally sighs with resignation and turns the Card over to study the picture it reveals.

===========================================================
Re: Blunt again by Berd
-----------------------------------------------------------
Berd, sitting atop the spire, continues to stare up into the night sky.  Whether or not he has even noticed Leonardo's presence is open to debate.

Whatever odd thoughts pass through his mind are his own.

===========================================================
Re: Blunt again by Jack
-----------------------------------------------------------
          Jack smiled softly at Kali’s kiss and encouraging thoughts, Of course both of you are right lalai. I am only a leader when you all choose to follow, what a game of follow the leader we have. What's more is you are right about Amber. She could feel he had no intention of back tracking, he had thought apparently incorrectly  that Cyan hand a one of her drawings of the prince. “No now is not the time to back off.” He said aloud almost without realizing it.
              Jack started a bit realizing he had spoken aloud, then looked at Cyan a bit sheepishly. “Cyan my apologies. I thought you had a way to contact the prince without back tracking.” he said as he tossed the balled up shirt to her. “No with the enemy working so hard now is not the time to go to Amber. We should wait for Aaron’s return, he will be able to call forth a creature with his pattern to take a message to the Prince in case we fail.”

        Having met Amberite’s he was in no hurry to see either Amber or Chaos. I will go back to the other world tonight, I must figure this out.”  Jack was not tied of arm, the added emotional drain of the conflict with the new comer had worn on him. Added to that his feeling of responsibility for the welfare of the group. He would be fine.
     Though the delay of going back could cost them greatly. A price paid in blood and lives, a price he was unwilling to pay. There were other ways. . .

     “Aaron spoke of knowing people, perhaps one of them could get a message through.”  Jack melts back into Kalika’s hug relaxing and letting the worry fade, at least he was home. Smiling he feels her scent Leon. The man may not be of Amber Blood, but he was of Amber attitude. An attitude that had almost seen this group undone and could have ended Jacks life on more than one occasion. Yes it was best to just let the man go his own way rather than have that attitude threaten the group again.

===========================================================
Re: Blunt again by Cyan
-----------------------------------------------------------
"Jack," Cyan says, throwing the shirt back to him immediately, "perhaps you forget - the palanquet that the Lords of Amber use no longer function.  They cannot be contacted that way."  She grins, ferally, her ruby eyes flashing in the firelight.  "This means that there is a force actively seeking to isolate them, for my palanquet still function perfectly.  Another piece of the puzzle."

She sighs, picking at her second shirt.  "You will still need that, if you are to return to that world...I agree that we need to bring word to the Lords of Amber, immediately.  I think it would be foolish not to do so - what if, by some mischance, all of us died or were captured?  That would be disaster, and that is why I advise we do so.  But if you think that Aaron's power can bring forth such a messanger, then that is how we shall proceed."  She watches Jack snuggle up to Kallika for a moment, then shrugs.  "I have the gate - you can go when you wish.  But take a moment to relax, and eat something."

Moving to the fire, she puts on some tea, and then begins preparing a simple meal.  "It would be best if you were not hungry.  Stealth becomes more difficult when one's stomach is growling.  Remind me to tell you the story of how I discovered this, someday."

===========================================================
Re: Blunt again by Jack
-----------------------------------------------------------
       “Indeed I did not know or at least remember that Amber’s Trumps did not work.” Jack said catching the shirt and winding it into a tighter ball. A soft smile finding his lips again. “Tea and food would hit the spot Bard, I belive I'll take you up on that relaxing and eating before going back.” The changes always left him hungry in direct proportion to how many times he changes. This time it had only been into the full shadow so it was not as bad.
        “Cyan-“ He through the shirt back to her just to be a pain and see what she would do, the smile became a grin. “My thoughts exactly, we must contact him just in case we do not make it. Though I do not know for certain if he can contact anyone. After all I am just guessing as best I can based upon my pattern. It just does not feel right backing down from the quest either. Perhaps Kali is right, we might have to split up, some of us go back and inform the prince and others stay and work on the quest. In the mean time I would love to hear your story now as we relax and wait.”

===========================================================
Re: Blunt again by Cyan
-----------------------------------------------------------
Cyan catches the shirt with a vexed expression.  "Jack...I am cooking.  Unless you wish your food done poorly, I suggest you leave off the tossing of my shirt."  She doesn't particularly worry about it falling in the fire - there are a few benefits to its creation.  The Bard does, however, gaze up at the piller where Leonardo stands with worried amethyst eyes.  She isn't looking at the artist, though, but at a small shadow atop the pillar, ignoring the food cooking on the fire.

Shaking her head, Cyan returns to her work.  "I MAY be able to contact Aaron, through the use of a palanquet.  His is not yet finished, but it might be sufficient to do the trick."  She shrugs.  "I will not know until I try, I suppose.  But if it functions, we can bring him here immediately."  The Bard grins.  "AFTER I have finished the meal."

Thoughtfully, she continues to stir the spiced stew on which she works.  "The story...well, I cannot give it full justice - many of the names will be unfamiliar to you, and without years to tell the entire story, we shall have to simply accept that fact.  Very well...."

Considering where to start, the Bard, unexpectedly, flushes.  "It...began in Beleriand, where I and Beleg Cúthalion of Doriath made the decision that we would tweak the tail of Gorthaur, the Abhorred One, by scouting his fortress, Tol-in-Gaurhoth, the Isle of the Werewolves."  The names have the same ring to them as others she uses...Kirilindë, Palanquet....  "It was a whim, really, a foolish, mad whim, but he and Mablung were oft of this mind, and I followed them, willy-nilly."  The flush deepens, and then she laughs, shaking her head.  "I was too young, far, far too young.  Barely eighteen, but well-trained for all of that.  Well-trained...but hardly well-schooled.  I spoke my mind much more than was proper, and I drove them to laughter with incessant questioning.  But I digress.  It was spring, and a long journey to the island, poor, fallen Tol Sirion; we decided, on the way, to pay a visit to one of the King's distant relatives and tweak his nose, so to speak...."

Cyan's tale runs on, wild and fanciful, full of humour and other, deeper emotions, hardly to be believed unless one looks closely enough to see the wistful look in the Bard's eyes when she speaks of her friends.

===========================================================
Re: Blunt again by Kalika Wolfblade
-----------------------------------------------------------
Kali idly strokes Jack's hair while he speaks with Cyan. She listens to the Bard's story with mild interest for she cannot see the wistful look in the Bard's eye, only hear the longing in her voice. She chuckles at the appropriate times, but her mind is distracted. The Leonardo character was bothering her. The entire time they knew Ares he never once mentioned close friends who were so obviously tied to him.

They had taken on a huge quest, one that Ares understod the implications of. Of course he was a secretive man, held to his own things, but the stories Ares had shared of his past didn't jive with this fop's story of close friendship. Still there was a lot about the dead Amber man she didn't know. It just seemed like a coincidence that this man would appear, being a friend to 'David', narrowly missing his death. Leo was almost a liability to her. He knew the had a great task to complete and that Ares was involved. Had Ares communicated with him while he was away with Gatherer's world? Did he know anything? If so letting him go, feeling insulted and angry might be a liability to their little strike force.

As Jack's worries recede, Kali's rise. She shares then tentatively with her love, not wishing to ruin his improving mood.... but still she sought his thoughts. The arrival of someone new had caused Kali to retreat into herself. She shared and communicated to Jack through their link... but he got the distinct impression that the petite woman was drawing into herself, isolated from the others... and ok with this.

===========================================================
Re: Blunt again by Leonardo
-----------------------------------------------------------

Leonardo concentrated on the portrait of the Card with intensity clearly visible by the set of his jaw and the grinding of his teeth.  He was kneeling before the grave marker and the strain of his activity seemed to be having an effect as his stance wavered.



Leonardo sighed as he slowly let his breath back out as lowered himself back into a cross-legged seated position.  With his right hand Leonardo continued to hold the Card before him.  With his left hand, he retrieved his earlier pad and pen from inside his coat.  Using a fresh blank page, Leonardo began to sketch the obsidian pillar that marked the final resting-place of his friend.  While he split his attention between the Card and his new drawing, Leonardo made it a point to pay attention to his hearing as well.

Because he was facing the pillar, Leonardo was forced to keep his back towards the group of hostile strangers and he had already seen how volatile they could get over a simple drawing.  While it was true he was not at their camp any longer and was not drawing any of them... there was no telling how they might react, especially as this new drawing was anything but... "simple".

===========================================================
Re: Blunt again by Berd
-----------------------------------------------------------
Berd, hearing the rustling of movement from nearby, finally glances down to see Leonardo sketching something.  The little dragon, his emotions unclear, merely snorts a small, shimmering cloud of green and purple smoke into the air, the airy manifestation twisting through half-formed shapes, before turning back to his silent vigil.  If that is what it is.

===========================================================
Re: Blunt again by Jack
-----------------------------------------------------------
        Jack sat there relaxing as best he could in these trying times and listening to the Kali across the link. “Jive” another   Jonny term Lalai? He gave a mental chuckle. You are right though it is odd, but not impossible. As you say we did not know the quiet Ares that well, you knew him better than I. What is odder though is that Lenny there seemed to be vexed with you not speaking to him. Any man that knew Ares, knew he was a quiet sort himself. Any one that truly knew and accepted Ares, liking him for who he was. . .Well, I would imagine them as the type of person to respect a persons silence. I could not imagine some one being the quiet, contemplative Ares friend and not respecting a persons silence.

       Jack half turned to look at Kali, not recoiling in the slightest from he latest wounds. Instead only a brief worry for her was felt from him for his bonded. After all he was now in some ways as blind as she was, his eyes seeing only the woman he loved. Perhaps you are right, he does know much now. We have no proof that he was Ares friend or not. Many things have seemed off with that one. . . It is you that bore the brunt of his arrogance, what do you feel we should do? Though he had charged in like a bull in a china shop, the matter was still hers. Even though as a member of the triad he knew what effected one effected all.

===========================================================
Berd's vigil by Dworkin (GM)
-----------------------------------------------------------
There is a tension in the air that is almost palpable, between the stranger and his friends.  Berd does his best to ignore it, perched atop the stone spire.  The little drake seems aloof, above all the petty squabbling that seems to control the lives of these humans.
Suddenly he rises to his feet, peering away into the distance.

===========================================================
Re: Berd's vigil by Cyan
-----------------------------------------------------------
Berd, after a moment's pause, flits down to land on Cyan's shoulder.

"And so Celegrom merely stares at Beleg, who says (in the most outrageous tone)...."  Cyan, in mid-laugh, pauses to stare at the drake.  The lines of merriment on her face fade, and she slowly stands up, taking the food off of the fire.  "My apologies.  Something approaches, I fear, and Berd likes not the feeling he receives."  Quickly, she snatches Kirilindë from the ground, leaving it sheathed.   "Jack," Cyan hisses.  "Ready yourself - we are not in a good position for battle!  Kallika - can Hunter discern any scent on the wind?"  One-handed, Cyan roots through her pack, hunting for her sketchbook, finding it, and dropping it to the ground.  Berd immediately begins flipping the pages with his tail.  Dividing her attention between the direction from which Berd indicates the creature comes and her work, she blinks dark, jade eyes in consternation.  Will it work?  It might yet be enough.  Might.  She would rather contact Aaron directly, have them go to him, but that may not be possible.

If not, there are others she might use.  On her blade, her harp, and her...

Shirt.

Paling, Cyan realizes that Jack still has her shirt.  "No time for that," she mutters, still rushing around the camp, gathering up the gear and flinging it into packs.  "Ware, Leonardo!" she cries into the night, knowing the man has not gone far.  "Something approaches!"  That will have to be enough - the man is obviously a World-walker, and hopefully can leave on his own.  If not, and they must flee, Cyan will have to drop him off somewhere.

"Something fell, I fear," she mutters.

Berd, finding Aaron's sketch, rises into the sky on filmy wings, his eyes burning in the darkness as he hunts for whatever might be coming.  A slight breeze begins to blow, from direction of whatever comes.  Cyan, in her turn, drops to her knees now that Berd has taken up the watch, and begins to focus on Aaron's sketch.  Her mind enters that peculiar place of the palanquet, and she seeks to merge her power with the sketch, with the essence of Aaron, captured on paper.  Aaron...please, we need you.  Answer!

===========================================================
Re: Berd's vigil by Jack
-----------------------------------------------------------
           Jack was up in a fluid motion drawing his sword from his staff easily. He took a few steps forward letting the fire fall to his back, circling the fire looking out he searched the darkness which for his eyes there was none. Looking out across the landscape as if lit by day to him, for what may come. He reached out with a his mind seeking what ever had set Berd and Cyan off as he moved. After making the circle he came to stand in a defensive position in front of Kali.

          Having heard Cyan call a warning to Lenny, he did not worry with it other then an errant though as to Would the man believe that or will he be to busy bemoaning everything. A low almost wolfish growl escapes Jacks lips. “Cyan if it comes down to it and we have no choice, I will guard the retreat as you get everyone away.”

===========================================================
Re: Berd's vigil by Cyan
-----------------------------------------------------------
Still focusing, Cyan spares Jack a single, amethyst glance.  "Jack...you are not thinking with your head.  This is one time I take command.  If I cannot bring us all away with the palanquet, it will be because I cannot bring ANY.  If that is the case, then only you have the power to transport us, quickly - Berd's method is far, far too slow."  Berd, high above, hisses angrily...with frustrated agreement.

"Should this not work, and we are forced to flee by other means, then you will take them away, understood?"  There is steel in Cyan's voice now.  "I cannot, and neither can Kallika.  There will be no 'holding off', and then escaping through your Dark Well, for if the palanquet functions, then all will escape.  If it does not, we all are trapped...save for your power, which must lead us to safety."

Her voice lowers as she continues to concentrate on the sketch, almost a sing-song.  "Besides...if battle is joined, you know very well I will be incapable of leading a retreat...."  Her thumb opens space between Kirilinde's hilt and sheath, exposing a hint of silvery blade that flickers with a rainbow sheen.

Through Aaron, through Kirilinde to my home...and failing that, through Jack.

"...and you still hold my shirt, Jack.  You can always find me later."  Her wry smile, distracted as it is, shows her knowledge of the hopeless optomism inherent that statement.

===========================================================
Re: Berd's vigil by Jack
-----------------------------------------------------------
        Still searching with night eyes and tendrils of the broken patter, for whatever was coming at them. Jack spoke and he did not sound so confident anymore, even a little afraid.
      “Um Cyan. . .We may be better off facing whatever is here than using my abilities to retreat. There are things out there much worse then what ever is coming, and I lead us straight to them if I lead the way. That's not even mentioning if any one of you looked the wrong direction or make a mistake. . . Well the last person I tried to lead between worlds I misplaced in a very bad neighborhood. It may be quick, but it's dirty!”

===========================================================
Re: Berd's vigil by Cyan
-----------------------------------------------------------
"Jack," Cyan whispers, her concentration wavering, "you go through there.  You can, therefore, bring people through there,  If we face death here, better something uncertain.  The retreat will only be if there is no alternative - I would much rather use the palanquet should they function."  She focuses on her sketch, then continues her call.  Aaron, please!

Her maimed hand crawls to her belt, where it unclips her hand-sized, rectangular pouch.  With a flick, Cyan tosses it to Jack.  "If it comes to that, and I hope it shall not, take yourself only far enough on your Night's Path that you may use these."

===========================================================
Re: Berd's vigil by Leonardo
-----------------------------------------------------------

A short time before Cyan's warning, Leonardo's face took on a pained and irritated expression as he placed the Card he was holding back into his inside duster pocket.  Leonardo was not pleased... not pleased at all!  He looked down at his initial sketch with a disapproving eye before putting both the notebook and the pen away.

Leonardo was staring up at the drake perched atop the spire when the creature looked out into the distance with some alarm.  Leonardo had already decided he could put off his duty no longer and was in the process of standing up when Cyan's warning came.

Leonardo swiftly sprung from his seated position and reached for something within his duster again but this time from the side opposite where he had stored the pad, pen and Card.  After a moment or two, his left hand emerged shrouded by a metal gauntlet.  As Berd is still flipping through the sketchbook, Leonardo nods in Cyan's direction and replies in a calm, emotionless tone, "Heed has been paid to thine words and I thank thee for the warning Lady Cyan!  I am... prepared."

Leonardo moves slowly away from the obsidian spire and looks off in the direction to where the others are focusing their attention.  As he does this, Leonardo senses something from slightly behind him... something familiar.  Suddenly it dawns on Leonardo as to why he got such an adverse reaction earlier in the evening... but if battle is to be upon him soon, Leonardo knows there is no time to concern himself over this new insight.

===========================================================
Re: Berd's vigil by Cyan
-----------------------------------------------------------
The book snaps shut, and Cyan slaps it down on the top of her pack, closing the shoulderpack and slinging it over her shoulders.  "Our options have become more limited," she mutters.  "I thought it fair to warn you," she calls out to Leonardo, "that if this proves to be a potent foe, we will not be here for it.  I could assist you in escaping this place, should you need to do so."

With Leonardo informed, Cyan cocks an eyebrow over a shining, topaz eye and moves to stand near Kallika and Jack, trusting that Hunter will stay with them.  Kirilindë is drawn, then, the silvery blade beginning to ripple with the colours of the rainbow.

For an instant, clouds dance across the ithilinaur.

"If I call upon you to touch me," she states quietly, to everyone, "you will do so."  It isn't a question.

Trusting to Berd to keep things well in hand from high above, Cyan pours her focus into the blade.  There is a place...a bowl, set amidst the mountains, with a small cabin in the woods.  A pond lies nearby, a small pond with a chuckling, laughing waterfall....

Bird!  Bird!  For a moment, the concentration falters, then comes back even more strongly.  The Bard shakes her head - that memory returns more and more often with every passing day.  Setting it aside, Cyan begins to forge the link between her sometime home and herself, folding space with the power of the palanquetCan I do this?  Do they still function?  Was it the sketch, the power, or Aaron himself?

Please, let him be well.


===========================================================
Re: Berd's vigil by Berd
-----------------------------------------------------------
Berd can feel Cyan's dismay at the lack of response from Aaron's sketch, but dismisses it.  The man is unavailible, for whatever reason.  They will have to overcome or escape on their own.

In truth, were it a purely physical threat, he would have full confidence in Cyan's ability, even without her full armor.  But the little dragon senses this danger is far more than that.  He peers through the night, seeking with all of his senses, both mundane and psychic, to discover the truth of the intruder - it's appearance, its nature, its power.

As he does, Berd's eyes begin to shine in the darkness, as he reaches forth with his strength, asserting his mastery over the world around him...should it not be contested.

===========================================================
Re: Berd's vigil by Dworkin (GM)
-----------------------------------------------------------
Two figures appear at the edge of the firelight, tall and bulky, but heavily robed and hooded.  Nothing can be seen of their faces within the shade of those hoods, but the voice that calls out is distinctly feminine, though somewhat hoarse and cracked, "Hello, by the fire!  May we join you?  My sister and I have travelled far to see the tomb of Ares, and the night grows cool for two of our advancing years!"

===========================================================
Re: Berd's vigil by Cyan
-----------------------------------------------------------
"The Tomb of Ares?"  They have come a long way, for something that has only been here for a short time.  That is, of course, assuming they are referring to where Ares lies, Cyan considers, and not the pile of stones that lay here beforehand.  "Speak your names, if you would, and let us see with whom we converse, good travellers," Cyan continues, eyes darkening to ruby as she studies them.

Lachesis and Atropos...twin fates, come to view the passing of a warrior?  Somehow, Cyan thinks it will not be so simple.  But she drops the tip of her blade, judging distances.  If they can reach her before she prepares herself...well, her odds would be poor, in any case.

"Were you friends to Ares, or do you come to mourn the fall of a worthy enemy?" she asks clearly.  "For Ares has only just now perished, and yet you have travelled far.  Perhaps you might clarify this for us, that we may allow you to our fire."

===========================================================
Re: Berd's vigil by Kalika Wolfblade
-----------------------------------------------------------
The sudden snap of Cyan's book causes Kali's muscles to stiffen, a reaction only Jack can detect. She doesn't argue with Cyan regarding touching her if needed and wonders what it is that will attack them this time. Her hand sneaks to her sword before she chides herself mentally. She wouldn't be much help if it came to a fight.. and besides they were going to 'relocate' if danger came.

The sound of an elderly woman reaches her ears and Kali is instantly suspicious. So many new people coming to their camp... this had hardly happened in the past, and besides look what happened when they invited Leo to the fire?

Hunter moves in front of Cyan as the Bard is standing in front of Jack and Kali. His hackles are raised and a menancing growl rumbles up from his throat. It is clear that to him, these women are NOT welcome.

Both Kali and Hunter scent the air, attempting to get the women's scents as Kali wonders how close that would have to be in order for her to feel their heat, hear their hearts.

===========================================================
Re: Berd's vigil by Jack
-----------------------------------------------------------
       Jack looked the two over pulling up his dark well lens to see what he could tell about them. Silently he stood guard over Kalika  not liking this any more then she did. Though he showed quite the opposite by sliding the flat of the blade along his finger  and edge of the wooden scabbard. When the tip caught in the opening he dropped the blade into it’s resting place. The rested the staff across his shoulders, a hand aging on the staff on either side of him looking as if he would make a good scarecrow.

          It was an old travelers custom, meant to show that you were relaxed and ready, but meant no ill intentions as a man at ease. From here he let Cyan do the talking, with the way he seemed to be messing up as of late it would be best. Besides, as she had pointed out it was best to let one person act as the delegate.

===========================================================
Re: Berd's vigil by Dworkin (GM)
-----------------------------------------------------------
"My name is Meg," one of the strangers says, "My twin is Star.  Far may be farther for some than for others.  Far for a centaur is not the same as far for my sister and I.  It came to our attention that Ares, who was important to us, had fallen.  We came to see if it was true, travelling as fast as we could, and yet we do not arrive until late into the night."

===========================================================
Re: Berd's vigil by Leonardo
-----------------------------------------------------------
Cyan typed:"I thought it fair to warn you," she calls out to Leonardo, "that if this proves to be a potent foe, we will not be here for it.  I could assist you in escaping this place, should you need to do so."

Leonardo paused for a moment staring at Cyan and then at her four companions apparently debating something within himself.  Then with a small resigned sigh, Leonardo nodded in agreement and replied in a polite tone, "Fore warned is fore armed, I thank you once again for your kindness Lady Cyan.  I would be most grateful for your aid in travel as my methods are less than swift and time may be of the essence.  David trusted you and you fought beside him in battle, no truer testament of worth could be had."

Leonardo began cautiously closing the distance between himself and Cyan, being careful to keep Cyan between him and Jack.  He had covered about half the distance to Cyan when the two new arrivals made their entrance.  Leonardo raised an eyebrow at their words but held is tongue in favor of Lady Cyan's words.

===========================================================
Re: Berd's vigil by Cyan
-----------------------------------------------------------
"I regret to say that the tales are true," Cyan says, politely, if a little strained from tension and memory.  "And yet, you have said neither yea nor nay to my question as to what Ares was to you, beyond 'important' - was he your friend, is the matter at hand.  Neither have you unmasked.  Unless there is a reason for this, I ask that you do so," the Bard continues.

"Do not look at their faces," she whispers to the side, to her companions.  There are other legends than those of the Fates, the Norns, and the Furies.  Kirilinde still hangs lightly in her left hand, the plain wooded sheath in her right, and Cyan glances down.  The blade fades, slightly, from flickering images to mirror-clear ithilinaur and she watches the shapes of the two women in the flat.  Her other, wounded hand is hooked in the straps of her pack.

Her eyes are shadowed, with the fire behind her.

High above, Berd eyes the two women suspiciously, then slowly begins to scan the surrounding countryside with his own, glittering, eyes.  It occurs to him that a distraction here could conceal the approach of others, and he hunts for any dark shapes moving through the grass.  Lazily, wings only beating the minimum amount needed to ensure that he continue to glide through the thermals, he circles the camp.

Even as he does so, the little dragon continues to slowly work his will upon the world around them, bending it's laws and forces to his control.  Slowly...but implacably as continental drift.

===========================================================
Re: Berd's vigil by Dworkin (GM)
-----------------------------------------------------------
"Please, Dearie, we are old and tired, and require only that we be allowed to sit near the fire.  We don't even ask for food." the woman's voice become's plaintive, and she stumbles forward a pace, two, a third, raising her hands to her head as if in pain.
Her sister steps forward to aid her...
"Just let us sit, and get warm, and then you'll know our tale.  For now, let it be said that we regret Ares passing as much as anybody could."

===========================================================
Re: Berd's vigil by Cyan
-----------------------------------------------------------
Cyan can't help it.  She probably should.  She should probably be more suspicious, probably be more demanding.  But she can't, not and be true to herself.  Her topaz eyes soften, and she sheathes Kirilinde with a quick motion, the thin-bladed sword sliding back into its shabby wooden scabbard.  "My apologies," the Bard says, feeling much the heel.  Her tone has changed - now it grows softer, like her gaze, and she shifts uncomfortably.  "We are not at our best....  Please, Elders - come to the fire.  Warm yourselves - we were about to take food, and you are welcome to it."

They have been polite, and have not threatened.  Are not Jack, herself, and Kallika beings of some power?  Should they be ostracized because of what they were?

Berd lets out a disgusted sigh, far overhead.  He wings down, still focused upon the world around them, and lands upon Jack's shoulder.  His glittering eyes narrow, but the little dragon gives no other sign of displeasure.

Hurrying forward, Cyan moves to aid the aged pair.

===========================================================
Re: Berd's vigil by Dworkin (GM)
-----------------------------------------------------------
The two shuffle closer to the fire, and in the increasing light it is clear that, though they are female, they are not human.  Beneath the heavy, but tattered cloaks and robes, they seem to be hunched and twisted, and yet still they stand over seven feet tall, and their shoulders seem as broad as those of any strongman in a travelling carnival.  Their heads are bowed and covered still by their hoods.
"Thank you most kindly, Milady."  Both sisters pause before Cyan for a moment, but they still don't show their faces.  The bard can see ragged strips of cloth hanging from within the hoods.
"Were you friends or allies of Ares then, that you sit in vigil at this, his final resting place?"

===========================================================
Re: Berd's vigil by Cyan
-----------------------------------------------------------
"Please, it is only Cyan; I am no lady," the Bard says, reaching out to carefully touch their wrists, wary of giving offense.  Their size does not disturb her - she has lived most of her life with non-humans, of one form or another, and Cyan has never been disturbed by those who do not resemble her kind.  "Please, come to our fire, share food."  She wonders about the cloth.  Are they the blind Norns?

A dozen legends and songs flit through her head, but the one Berd has told her catches her attention more than any other; the blind Norns, those who fashioned the Star Wand of Sun-Eyed Set, the Destroyer, father of Typhon, father and son of Thoth.

Berd eyes the two uneasily from Jack's shoulder.  Nothing about their power is familiar, but the little Dragon has learned to be wary.  Things are not always as they seem.  Little children often appear cute, for example, but they poke and prod relentlessly, and have grips like iron manacles!

"Allies of Ares, yes, and I daresay friends as well," the Bard states sadly.  "We were with him when he fell, and tried to help.  But the poison in him was potent, and though he struggled against it..."  Falling silent, Cyan stares at the ground for a long moment.  Then she looks up at the pair, her amethyst eyes shining brightly with unshed tears.  "I would have known him better, been a better friend to him.  Now we shall never have the chance."

"And from what I have seen, here, on Olympu, a great man has fallen.  A lord, in every sense of that word."  Cyan breathes in shakily, then lets it out again, recouping her control.  Staring up at the two women (she has not been around women taller than herself in a half-dozen years), the Bard gives them a sad smile.  "But now...now we are at business, business of ours and Ares' both.  But I tell you, we can spend the time to give you the fire and a meal."

They have travelled far and are aged, or so they say.  If not feigned, the weariness in their voices is proof of that.

Berd snorts, sending out a puff of shining silver vapour.  The cloud fades almost immediately.

===========================================================
Re: Berd's vigil by Leonardo
-----------------------------------------------------------

Leonardo had remained silent during the coversation between Cyan and the two sisters, allowing her to conduct the "interview" of the new guests.  He had only managed to get about half way back to Cyan's campfire when the two arrived and he decided not to make any sudden moves in order to prevent provoking the two new arrivals.

However... this left him several steps away from the fire when Cyan invited the sisters to join her at the fire.  Leonardo was of course not included in this.  As it seemed that the immediate threat was over, Cyan was not leaving for the time being and he had not been included in the invitation, Leonardo had no wish to cause an increase in tension other than what was already present.

So with slight sigh, Leonardo watched the sisters closely as they walked over to Cyan's campsite and took their seat by the fire.  He watched a moment longer to see how they would interact with Cyan before making a small shrug and returning to the burial spire.

Leonardo returned to his earlier place before the spire and sat down to resume his sketch.  He placed his hand with the gauntlet back inside his coat and when he withdrew it, he now had his pad and pen again.  With a brief look over his shoulder to stare at the two sisters once more, Leonardo returned his gaze to the spire and continued his drawing.

===========================================================
The Sisters by Dworkin (GM)
-----------------------------------------------------------
Both strangers move across and halt by the fire, and the one who has done all the talking, Meg, speaks once more, "Friends of Ares, you say?  Well, that's good to hear.  It means we haven't travelled all these leagues in vain."
There is the sound of tearing cloth and a hissing like a thousand kettles coming to the boil, and both sisters seem to grow in stature as huge wings unfold from beneath the torn and shredded remnants of their clothing.
"Ares may be dead, but we can avenge our sister by slaying his friends!"
Both hoods seem to explode as hundreds of serpents burst through the fabric, and the sisters stand revealed, crimson-eyed in the firelight...

===========================================================
Re: The Sisters by Cyan
-----------------------------------------------------------
An instant's warning from Berd is all she gets, but it may yet be enough.  Cyan's gaze drops, as legends howl in her mind.  "Medusa and Stheno," she gasps, spinning back, clearing ground for an instant.  The story of Ares - she should have known!  Always too quick to trust!  My friends!  I have led them to this, fool's fool that I am!

"Kallika!  Jack!  Remember the palanquet!" she shouts, emerald eyes wide, staring at the knees of the Gorgons.  "And do not look into their eyes!"  Ares defeated these, when they were three!  We have a chance!  If not...Jack has my palanquet, and will bring them all to safety....  The fear rises in her - fear of death, and worse, fear of death for her friends - and spills over her rationality.  It boils as Berd lets out a shrill cry, fury of his own splitting the air, and Cyan drops low, one knee bent, the other leg out straight and wide for an instant, crouched before the demonic figures looming over the camp.

Berd swoops higher, and begins to pull strength into himself.  There is little he can do, here and now, but at the least the Drake can attempt to deny them their most absolute power.  Reaching out, he seeks to quell the burning fire in their eyes, if that fire matches the power of legend - the power to render any meeting their gaze into unliving granite.

Her hair falls in front of her face, obscuring her own eyes, but Cyan's lips are clearly visible.  Lips that slowly peel back, even teeth gleaming slightly in the firelight as she grins.  "I expect you weep for Euryale," she whispers in a voice not quite her own.  "I can ensure you weep no more."  The Bard's voice is grating as she fairly bites off the last few words of the sentence, and then her voice cracks and Cyan shakes her head, starlight and flame striking rainbow points in her crystal-clear, diamond eyes.

And she's gone.

Kirilinde's sheath is a black streak, torn away from the silvery blade and discarded.  Ithilinaur makes a bright arc in the air as Cyan explodes into motion, her boot kicking the pot of steaming stew into the air at the silent Gorgon, the tip of the gim lancing out, flicking low at the shin of one of the Gorgon who names herself Meg, then whipping up in a backhanded, wrist driven cut at the (possibly stew-coated) face and writhing hair of the other, never coming off line during the strikes, never over-extending.  Cyan's sure, even footwork keeps her on the move while her sword forms a tight pattern around her, weaving through a razor-edged defensive net while snapping out to cut or stab.  Her gaze is fixed on their chests, allowing her peripheral to do the best it can.

The diamond eyes are blank, empty.  Cyan's mind is a stormy construct of howling fear, crashing fury, and a thousand patterns from which to choose, a thousand possibilities for attack and defense.

===========================================================
Re: The Sisters by Leonardo
-----------------------------------------------------------

Leonardo had been casually listening into the conversation over by the campfire as he worked on his sketch when all hell broke loose.

Ahh just perfect... so much for the kindly old crone routine!  I wonder if that merry little band has learned not to judge a book by its cover... probably not.  Oh well... I suppose I should lend a hand... after all... they were friends of David and it is clear their enemy were two of David's foes!  I'll just have to face facts... I simply was not meant to complete this bloody drawing at this time!

Leonardo jumped back up from his seated position and reached back into his duster to put his pad and pen away.  When he withdrew his left hand from his duster, the gauntlet was back again.  Leonardo was impressed by Cyan's martial skill and he hoped the two sisters would focus their attention on Cyan rather than him.  With any luck, he might be able to move within striking distance from behind without alerting them to his attack.

Leonardo moved forward quickly but quietly as twin curved blades roughly two feet in length extended from the back of the gauntlet.  Leonardo looked for a potential opening to strike as he closed in on the sisters... but above all he wanted to keep clear of Cyan's whirling blade as she seemed much more proficient in combat than he.

That would be all I need... to get skewered by one of David's friends while coming to their aid!  Then again... that would be par for the course at this stage of the game.  With my bloody luck... they'll have made good their escape just as I get within reach.  I had best keep my own escape route firmly in mind!

===========================================================
Re: The Sisters by Jack
-----------------------------------------------------------
       Jack Heeded Cyan’s first warning had no t looked directly at the woman, and when everything exploded into shorts of rage he reacted Kali, do not let Hunter look into their eyes! We can not look at them, at risk of our lives! You are the only one of us half way used to fighting blind. We need your help!

   A hidden part of him knew he was over playing it, but he also knew she could never be happy living in reliance on them. She was very proud in her own way and he intended to see that she kept that pried.

Jack pulled the palanquet Cyan had passed to him and stared into it hoping to open it as quickly as possible. Though he knew he need one thing. . . Time to concentrate.

===========================================================
Re: The Sisters by Dworkin (GM)
-----------------------------------------------------------
Cyan shouts her warning, even as Medusa and Stheno draw wicked-looking heavy knives from within the folds of their ragged clothing.  Jack sends the warning to Kali and Hunter through their link, and Leonardo leaps to his feet and draws his weapon.

Cyan is a whirlwind of destructive force, cutting at the sisters and feeling her blade bite home several times, while vicious knives and serpent fangs attempt to strike at her arms, chest and head.
Wherever the Gorgons' blood spills the grass immediately shrivels and dies, and the earth beneath smokes.  Soon the air is filled with a strange vinegar-stench, and the bard hisses as a knife blade opens a cut across the back of her left shoulder, even as she spins away.

Jack stares at the Trump, willing it to open, and feels it start to grow cool in his hands.

Leonardo starts to circle round behind the pair of monsters, looking for an opening, two long blades sprouting from the strange gauntlet he wears.

Hunter, confused by Jack's instruction not to look at the enemy, instead runs across to Kalika.  The wolf snatches up her sheathed sword from where it lays on the ground and presents it to her.

===========================================================
Re: The Sisters by Berd
-----------------------------------------------------------
Berd feels it, a compulsion burning at the atavistic mind of his companion.  With a snarl, he abandons his attempts at cleaving the power from the Gorgons; instead, he floats lower, his eyes beginning to shadow, as he links his mind with Cyan's.

For an instant, the little dragon is almost swept away by the storm of madness tearing through the Bard's thoughts - but this won't be the first time he's delved deep into the heart of her baresark rage.  Berd is, after all, intimitely familiar with it.

His own mind cloaked, avoiding detection within the shadows of his charge's hindbrain, the shimmering drake adds his own mental force to Cyan.  Slowly the mental fortress of Cyan's consciousness is buttressed by his own, not-inconsiderable spirit.

===========================================================
Re: The Sisters by Kalika Wolfblade
-----------------------------------------------------------
Kali hears the cloth ripping, the snakes hissing, and retreats even deeper into herself. A fight... she cringed from the idea, the humilation causing her cheeks to burn red as she grinds her teeth in frustration, the anger and resentment causing muscles to knot with tension.

Cyan's warning rings in her ears... do not look at them.... and then the compulsion to do so. Kali can't help it, she raises her head even as she grabs her sword from Hunter, sending a silent thanks and warning to obey Jack as she rises in a fluid motion. the cloak is ripped from her throat in a savage, sudden motion that belies the anger that is pounding through her body. In her mind, the secret spot is raging against its constraints, fighting to be released.

Kali draws her sword in a single, practised motion. Jack's words echo in her soul as she brings the blade up to guard. She skirts the heat from the fire, her senses focused on one of the beasts. She can feel the lack of warmth of the thing's fetid blood, hear the pounding of the cold heart that pumps the foul subustance through veins that wobbled and thrummed with each beat even as its acrid smell burned in her nostrils. She was focused completely on the thing and as Kali walks towards her, she scrabbles and almost falls. She catches herself and the motion causes her hair to part from her face and twin unseeing eyes "look" upon the Gorgon.

The small woman's face becomes of mask of death with sightless, white eyes that do not judge, and an expression that is heartless and uncaring as the last barrier crumbles and the rage, sorrow, and anguish howls through her body and soul. The purposefully walking stops as she moves, instantly becoming a smudge of silvery white. She charges the beast with no thought of her own goodwill, a kamikaze, brazen move. Kali remains trained on the heart that pushes the poisonious fluid through the gorgon's body. She raises her sword, her hands tightening on the grip as she braces for impact even as she prepares to adjust for any sudden attempt to evade her deadly kiss. The slice in her thumb splits and blood flows freely as she screams.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

The scream is raw, laced with pain and suffering, the ragged call not quiet human, not quiet wolf... but something terribly caught in between, something being shredded by internal conflict.

===========================================================
Re: The Sisters by Cyan
-----------------------------------------------------------
There is a cut, and blood, but the pain is far away, unimportant.  The Enemy still stands before her, the fear still surges within her wildly, and the answering fury still boils like lava beneath her skin.  Cyan is dimly aware of Berd, somewhere within her, and that seems to (oddly) hurl fuel on the conflagration of rage; her diamond eyes burn with a rainbow sheen as they refract the firelight, and she slips under a snake's head, swordtip snapping up precisely to split it down the middle, rather than cut it off.

To do that would leave an opening.

Inside, that crystal part of her within the cyclone calculates, analyzes.  It is not that thay carry more skill than she, it is that they are two, and they are strong.  Stonger than her.  A blade whips past her face as Cyan leans back, hair a crimson cloud before her in counterpoint to the thread of darkness spilling from her shoulder; a few stray locks are severed.  But footwork takes her away from the attack before she overbalances, Kirilindë snaking out to prod the Gorogon away, drawing blood.  Skin like stone, perhaps; any other creature might well have been bleeding rags by this point.  Or dead.

For an instant, she sees the pattern of movement again, the big picture, and dodges wildly.  Something touches her body, something cold, hard, and sharp.  They're getting through, but so is she.  It must be like reaching through a tangle of razorwire, Kirilindë sword net is so tight.  But she cannot trade forever, and without her armor, she's vulnerable.

Then Cyan hears it.  A gutteral cry, feral and rising into a scream of agonized purpose.  Her wild mind recognizes the sound, registers the killing intent, and knows that one of the creatures is about to fall.

Kallika has entered the battle.

An answering, maddened laugh bubbles from her lips, and the Bard spins away for the barest instant, long enough to capture a sense of which Gorgon Kallika attacks.  The one called Meg - Medusa, presumably, but the names, the identities do not register to Cyan.  Rather, it is THAT Enemy that the Ally attacks, and THAT one remains.  Her own laughter rises in pitch as a terrible counterpoint to Kallika's furious cry, and the furnace of wrath within her erupts anew.

Shifting her stance, slipping in, Cyan catches the sisters on the flank, with Kallika attacking one, her attacking the other, forcing them to defend alone.  Empty, diamond eyes stare at the Gorgon's chest, and Cyan drives into her, striking more powerfully, going for a disabling wound.  Two whipping cuts, to the insides of each arm, forehand-backhand.

Then a driving thrust, downward, a cratering stab into the belly pushing into the bones of the hip, forcing the Gorgon to the ground.

Onetwothree.  Motions performed so smoothly, so perfectly timed, they are one.

===========================================================
Re: The Sisters by Jack
-----------------------------------------------------------
          Every fiber in Jacks being longed to join the fray, to be at his loves side. He felt her pain and rage unleashed  and it burned in his blood. He can not all to his Chuncee love, he can not help her. He has been given the assignment of opening the door.  It became unbearable to no be able to see the fight, not be able to be there, not even be able to spare the concentration to feel across the link.
           He would never forgive himself, but he focused all on the image and the coolness beneath his hand. Willing it to open, forcing it to open. Please be okay Laila was the only though he spared, even then he did not use the link. He was useless as ever in battle. . .She was not the one dragging the quest down. . . It was he.

===========================================================
Re: The Sisters by Dworkin (GM)
-----------------------------------------------------------
Kalika's arrival brings a turning point in the battle.  Her blade lances towards the back of her chosen target, who seems to sense her approach at the last instant and turns to face her.  Crimson eyes lock on to blind white ones, and the horror hisses in rage as she realises that she is powerless against a target who cannot see her.
The jagged-edged knife rises to strike at the silver-haired woman, but too late.  The slim sword blade slides through cloth and scales and flesh, driven by all Kalika's weight and strength.  It misses the heart, as the monster tries to dodge, but it is still a terrible wound.  Venomous blood splashes onto the ground, and the Gorgon staggers back from the blow.
"Sister!  I am wounded!"
Leathery wings spread and beat hard to lift the massive creature into the air, bringing a howl of pain from between blood-frothed lips.

The other Gorgon falls back before Cyan's furious attack, parrying frantically, and desperately seeking an opening to meet the bard's gaze.  The yell from the her sister distracts her for a moment, and Cyan's weapon slashes across the creature's abdomen, tearing open a deep wound and filling the air with the strange, acrid smell once more.
The Gorgon turns to flee, wings unfolding and presenting Cyan with an easy target.  The blade flashes once, twice, severing tendons and membrane in the right pinion.  The wing slumps to the ground, dragging the creature off balance and leaving her crawling as she tries to escape, not realising that she crawls almost directly towards Leonardo.

Cyan tries to ignore the odd feeling that somebody is speaking her name...

Jack focusses on the Trump image, as Hunter guards him, and the scene seems to unfold before him... a cabin in a clearing, surrounded by forest, mountains beyond, and a sky of perfect blue...

===========================================================
Re: The Sisters by Cyan
-----------------------------------------------------------
Aaron's attempt at contacting her nothing more than a whisper in the furnace of her mind, Cyan stares down at the broken figure before her with diamond hard eyes.  If the Gorgon turned her head now, there likely would be no time for the Bard to look away, but the creature is bent on escape, and nothing more.  To see an enemy crawling away, fleeing...in times past, this has been a tidal wave across the fury burning in the woman.

But now, with this spawn of evil, this lackey of the lord who tormented the beings of this world, this creature who tried to slay Ares so long ago and failed, this monster who nursed its hatred for years, this vile form who set upon them with murderous intent....

This being who, even now, might roll its gaze up and meet that of Leonardo....

Berd, flitting far above, sees the Gorgon attempt to flee Kallika, and decides that it would be far too much work to try to bring it down.  Dangerous, too.  It's running; why bother?  But his head snaps towards Cyan, then, and glittering eyes widen.  The little dragon gives a small, despairing cry, but it's too late.

There is no hesitation as Cyan steps forwards, her sword flicking out much like Berd's tongue, stabbing into the softness at the base of the Gorgon's skull.  The Bard's lips thin, her laughter cutting off as she strikes; should the blade find its mark, Cyan twists the silvery weapon once before withdrawing it, and stepping back, showing teeth for an instant.

Berd lets out a hiss of displeasure, and falls to land beside Jack.

===========================================================
Re: The Sisters by Kalika Wolfblade
-----------------------------------------------------------
Before the blade sinks in Kali knows she has missed. The failure cuts through her faster than any sword, wounds her deeply than any attack Medusa could have mustered.

The starmetal blade, gleaming with putrid fluid, slides from the thing's flesh as it flys away, annoucing the wound to its sister as it flies away. They were vindictive creatures, but obviously couldn't travel shadow, else they would have tracked Ares down instead of waiting for him to return home. The point falls to dead grass at the Chunchee's feet, the sharp tip gliding as effortlessly into the turf as it had the gorgon's scaled flesh.

The pain, anger, unfairness, all of it flows back into her, leaving her feeling like an empty husk as it is locked back away, it's influence depleted greatly. The failure struck a chord in her... the same feeling that assaulted her after the reptilian thing spat its venom in her face and she feels skewed, like a broken doll.

Kali takes a deep breath to steady herself and raises the blade from the ground, she wipes it clean on her trousers, wincing slightly when she accidentially opens a tear in the cloth. The blade is then resheated. The other gorgon is as good as dead, felled by Cyan's blade. She fights the bitter sigh in her lungs. Where before anger and rage, the need for vengance against those who stole her sight would consume her and fill the secret, broken part of her soul, there is just nothing.

Woodednly, the fluidness displayed in the short skirmish sorely lacking in her stride, Kali stumbles across land that she just tread confidently across. She makes it back to Jack and Hunter and stands beside them, wrapping her arms around her chest, hating herself for alienating them, but unwilling to pull on the strenth and support she knew they needed for other, more worthy tasks.

===========================================================
Re: The Sisters by Leonardo
-----------------------------------------------------------

NO!  No... I will not obey, ye twisted creatures of darkness!  My eyes as my mind are my own to do with and command as I choose!  Bloody hell... and indeed that phrase doth mark these beasts true when one other doeth mark them true with sharpened blade!  What fine play fellows the dear Lady Cyan has invited to dinner... yes... much better company than a mere artist creating a gift of thanks.

Well they'll find this is one artist whose canvas can just as easily be flesh as paper and whose broad brush strokes work just as well with blade as pen!  Now if only the proper moment doeth reveal itself... for I shall do none good by striking too soon or ineptly only to fall victim to these beasts and join poor David in premature final rest.


Dworkin typed:The wing slumps to the ground, dragging the creature off balance and leaving her crawling as she tries to escape, not realizing that she crawls almost directly towards Leonardo.

Yes... the time to strike is nigh!  My eyes may be closed but my ears fail me not... and my nose doeth signal the death stench of mine enemy!  For friends of David, I shall strike here and do for them what I was unable to do for my comrade!

Behind his shades now firmly placed over his eyes, Leonardo kept his focus on the lower body portion of the beast as it moved towards him unknowingly.  Having fixed its movement and position in his mind as if painting the picture of the scene using his mind's eye, Leonardo moved swiftly with his bladed gauntlet to slash at the head and use the return stroke to thrust for the black heart of the twisted beast!

"Have at it yonder beast of darkness!  There shall be no new stone carved this night from pliable flesh save the severing of your own hardened heart!  Ye hath chosen poorly when you make enemies of those who would call David Friend!"

quote:There is no hesitation as Cyan steps forwards, her sword flicking out much like Berd's tongue, stabbing into the softness at the base of the Gorgon's skull.  The Bard's lips thin, her laughter cutting off as she strikes; should the blade find its mark, Cyan twists the silvery weapon once before withdrawing it, and stepping back, showing teeth for an instant.

With his eyes still tightly shut behind his shades, Leonardo senses the blindingly swift movement of a being who could only be the magnificent fighter... Lady Cyan, as she strikes for the head of the beast.  As Leonardo pulls his own blade back as he jumps back a step or two following his strikes, he flings any clinging organic debris towards the ground beside him listening as the ground begins to wail with the hiss of the blood.

Still Leonardo seems unconcerned for his weapon except to wrinkle his nose at the smell with an expression of mild distaste upon his face.  The beast lying motionless before him, Leonardo raises his eyes to where he can best discern the location of Cyan and he makes a courtly bow towards her.

Gazing at Cyan with admiration though not visible behind his shades, Leonardo says in a respectful tone, "Well met and well played my fine fellow practitioner of martial artistry... for art it must be with such fluid graceful death dealing as I have witnessed you perform so flawlessly this eve.  A shame about the third... yet it will think twice if it hath any wisdom before striking so blindly at those who would call David friend.

So it seems that even as "Ares"... David had an eye for those who shared his martial passions and sought such like minded artisans of combat as comrades-in-arms.  To the worthy goals of mutual defense and revelry in the zest of living on the edge of the blade, I salute you Lady Cyan and your companion whose howl instills more fear than her wolf could ever hope to match."


===========================================================
Re: The Sisters by Jack
-----------------------------------------------------------
             Jack held the image now that it was open, “The way is open, we can retreat!” he called. Yet even as he called he could now feel through the link that the battle was over. He could not help feeling again like with the dragon he was useless in the fight. He let the image go knowing that they could call it back if needed, but the need was gone. He stood his cheeks burning with embarrassment, only to set aside his own feelings. He looked at Kalika for a moment and moved to her side, picking up her cloak as he did so.

         Placing the cloak over her shoulders, he said “Even blind you fought better then I ever could.” There is no task so worthy as you He tentatively put a hand on each of her shoulders and massaged them.  Though a part of him was locked away. That which was not held the deepest awe for her, the same as watching her the night of the dragons attack.

Jack silently watched as Cyan and Leo finished the job on the other sister and looked up into the night trying to track the other as she fled.

===========================================================
Re: The Sisters by Dworkin (GM)
-----------------------------------------------------------
The final Gorgon, Medusa, crawls across the grass, blood pouring from her ripped belly and shredded wing.  Suddenly she sees Leonardo's feet as he steps in front of her.
She struggles to raise her head, and the bladed gauntlet slashes across her face, blinding one hellish eye before she can lock her gaze with that of her target.  Her screech of pain is cut short as Cyan's sword pierces the back of her neck, and then Leonardo ensures that she is dead by thrusting his blades down into her black heart.
Blood starts to spread across the ground around her, poisoning the very earth.  Crawling things boil up from their burrows, driven out by the venom, only to find more of the same on the surface.

And still Cyan can hear a voice speaking her name...

===========================================================
Re: The Sisters by Cyan
-----------------------------------------------------------
Cyan shudders, staring down at the ground.  Unfortunately, Leonardo's compliments fall on deaf ears - every sound around the Bard is swept away by the roaring of her pulse.  Color bleeds into her eyes, almost literally, the diamond shading over to ruby as, for a long moment, she slowly turns her head, the madcap grin fading from her lips.  There is the stranger, standing a few paces away, speaking - his words are a garbled mass to her uncomprehending ears.  There is Kallika, Hunter, and Jack, of course.  The Triad.  Berd....

Berd stares at her sadly from where he sits beside Jack.  The little dragon hunkers down and walks towards Cyan along the grass, tail trailing and wings furled, looking oddly...ashamed.  Cyan's eyes fall on him, and the colour in them seems to solidify.  Abruptly Kirilindë slips from her hand to hit the soiled ground with a wet thump.  Dizzy, she stumbles, then drops to her knees.  The stench in the air hits the Bard then, like a hammer, and the Bard vomits from an empty stomach, weakness rippling through her, crimson hair plastering to her pale, suddenly sweat-covered face.

Berd cringes where he stands, then forces himself to walk up to her, crooning sadly.

Shaking, Cyan holds up a hand to ward off anyone else.  A large, hairy spider, driven out by the blood of Medusa, crawls over the fingers buried in the grass.  It goes unnoticed.  Get away...Don't touch me....  The stranger is unknown to her, and Jack is busy...and it is unlikely she could tolerate his touch at this moment.  It would be a painful lash on her spirit.  "Gods," she croaks, running one hand over her fouled mouth.  A shock of pain echoes through her arm like a scream, and Cyan coughs in reaction, bringing another thin string of bile from her mouth.  More frantically, she wipes it away.  "Berd...what happened...Aaron."  A thin, mirthless smile crosses Cyan's features, and for a moment, her eyes hold an echo of diamond, there and gone.  "His timing...exquisite...."

One hand comes up, but she drops it, wiping it on the grass.  Berd positions himself between her and the portal about to open, as Cyan struggles through the confusion, chemical and spiritual echoes of the baresark rage, forcing herself to open to the palanquet.

Not even aware of exactly what has transpired, the Bard yet attempts to reply, one hand on the grass, the other held out.  Aaron.  Is this you?

Berd's head turns to face her again, and he stares at her with worried, jeweled eyes.

===========================================================
Re: The Sisters by Cyan
-----------------------------------------------------------
"Aaron," Cyan manages to gasp out.  It feels like broken glass in her throat.  Reaching out, she finds her hand taken by a heavy gauntlet, and the Bard pulls.

There's a rainbow shimmer, and Cyan releases as soon as she parts the curtain between worlds, bringing Aaron to them with the power of the palanquet.  And there it is, in the hugely gauntleted hand, the opposite to that which she has so recently released.

Cyan sits back, away from Aaron, allowing her hair to fall down in front of dull, jade eyes.  Berd paces in front of her, tail lashing, seeming almost savagely angry and protective.  It's odd for the little dragon to be showing so much furious emotion and purpose, even given the situation.  Keep away, his aura fairly screams.

"Aaron...in the very teeth of time," Cyan hisses, then coughs, spitting violently to the side a moment later, and wiping her mouth with a handkerchief fished from her beltpouch.  "In truth, a touch late, but...."  Looking around, craning her neck as if stiff, Cyan pales further at the sight of the body, just behind her, almost as if she were seeing it for the first time.

Berd snarls, then, a low, tearing sound, easily as full of compressed violence as any cougar's.  His eyes burn like tiny stars as he marches to and fro, wings fanning the air, speeding up, slowing down, all in time with his fierce agitation.

"Berd, please...cease...."

===========================================================
Re: The Sisters by Leonardo
-----------------------------------------------------------

Well... once more I'm relegated to silence and my efforts at camaraderie ignored.  Why do I even bother to try... well... for David's sake at least I suppose.  Still... an unwanted guest is really no guest at all... perhaps the graceful death-dealing Cyan would have preferred to keep this a strictly invite-only private party.

Oh well... this is what I get for sticking my next out to lend aid.  I suppose I should crawl back to my proper place and get back to my drawing... Amber knows it won't get drawn on its own.

Besides... it seems they have more company arriving and if this one is anything like the last couple of visitors... well things have only gone from bad to worse this evening!  Best to bid adieu and withdraw while my limbs are still attached... I suppose.


The twin blades retract back into the gauntlet as any remaining blood is exuded and flung to the already hissing ground.  With a brief look at those assembled, pausing for a moment to size up the newly arrived "Aaron", Leonardo bows to the group and says in a cordial and polite tone, "Well fellow friends of the late "Ares", it seems the time for mutual defense has passed and victory can be declared in our favor... mostly due to the Lady Cyan's impressive martial skill.

However the temporary cause which called upon my ties to my fallen friend has given up the fight, in one case permanently.  I will therefore honor my earlier promise and not impose my unwanted company upon you further.

I wish you all well in your pursuit of our common foe and may one of us be fortunate enough to properly avenge the premature demise of the noble David.  I bid you all adieu."


Rising from his bow, Leonardo glances briefly at the interaction between the drake and Cyan with a look of concern but does not act except to shake his head slightly in resigned acceptance.  Leonardo turns around and once more begins his trek back to Ares's burial spire.

===========================================================
Re: The Sisters by Aaron
-----------------------------------------------------------
Passing through the contact, Aaron could palpably feel how uncomfortable Cyan was as soon as he went through.

But he could do little at the moment, for as soon as he stepped through, and maintained enough thought to give Cyan her own space, fell to his knees and let out a long, low groan.

The armor on his body encased him in a complete, scaled shell. It was silver, but mysteriously nonreflective. Instead, light shimmered down its length, and the scales almost seemed to move in waves down his body as he moved to the ground, similar to the body of a snake.

Aaron himself was silent, breathing heavilly and staring hard at the ground with mismatched, empty eyes. Arms hanging uselessly at his sides, Aaron suddenly let out a great moan of agony.

"UhhhhaaaAAAGH!"

His arms came up, wrapping about his torso as his eyes squeezed shut, his mouth gaping wide in a yell that remained unspoken. The armor shivered, before rolling up off of him, starting at his feet and revealing his surprisingly clean oufit beneath. It swiftly completed its ascent to Aaron's neck, and the armor broke into a rope of metal and slid, interestingly enough, into the suddenly half-unsheathed blade of Ilsefranvir, on Aaron's back.

"Thus so have you been judged by the power of the Sjardring."
"Thus so, do we bless you and curse you with its truth."

Ignoring everything, Aaron seemed to relax, his voice hitched for a moment, before blood began to trickle out of the piercing wound at the back of his left leg, and Aaron passed out.

===========================================================
Re: The Sisters by Cyan
-----------------------------------------------------------
Cyan, head still spinning, sits back upon the grass.  She desperately wishes to throw up again, but there's nothing there but acid.  The Bard chokes it down, swallowing thickly.  "Berd," she says in a stronger tone, staring up at Aaron with a wry look.  "What..."

Then Leonardo, to the side, gives his farewells, and Cyan realizes she has not the faintest clue what has happened, beyond a few blurred and garbled memories.  "Berd-?" she says again, this time a question.

The little dragon quiets, his head craning around to look at her quizzically, letting out a peep.  Cyan narrows sapphire eyes, and nods.  With a sad look, the dragon meets her gaze, the glittering in his own, shining orbs flashing brilliantly for a moment.

...the gorgons, with knives and snakes...Jack's desperate focus on the palanquet...a wild, confused melee...Leonardo jockeying for position...Kallika's furious intervention...a last, vicious exchange of blows, then the coup de grace...the third Gorgon leaving a trail of blood...

"Leonardo," Cyan says quietly as the man begins to walk away, "you have my thanks for your assistance.  This could have gone far more poorly than it did, and I warrent you would have leapt into the fray should the opportunity have arisen.  Our lives are no small favour - my gratitude is yours."  The man had every opportunity to escape, but did not; that, in itself is worth respect, whatever his demeanor.

Turning, she looks with shock at Aaron as he collapses - Cyan struggles to rise, then falls back to a seated position as dizziness overtakes her.

===========================================================
Re: The Sisters by Jack
-----------------------------------------------------------
           “We need to move on,”  Jack said simply and quietly “The ground is poisoned, the air is poisoned, this is no place to be.” He moved over and collected his and Kalika’s stuff.  He looked over to the artist by the spire. “Hey Leonard, would you like to see why Ares died? I could use someone watching me on when I go to work on the other world. If you are a palanquet artist of Cyan’s merit.”
   He knew this would raise some eyebrows in the group.

===========================================================
Re: The Sisters by Aaron
-----------------------------------------------------------
A few moments later, Aaron awoke, and he groaned as he lay face-down upon the earth.

He noticed two things.

One, there was an acrid stench in the air.

And two, he apparently had a pair of new senses.

He could literally feel that a battle had taken place. Aside from the obvoius corpses that were nearby, and Cyan's post-battle trauma, Aaron had the strangest sensations that seemed to feed him more than just the obvious.
That must have been the result of Herzkrieg.

Aaron could also feel another presence nearby. That was, no doubt, the result of Ilsefranvir's initial senses. It... seemed a neutral presence.

The man sat up, then immediately regretted it as dizziness and spearing pain shot through his head and leg. Slowly, he rose to his feet, and attempted to clear his vision.

Then, the armor spoke.

"Your counterparts pose an interesting bout of questions, Master of the Sjardring. Would that I would inquire of them, if not for their obvious distraction."

Aaron groaned again. "What's your name?" he asked the new soul, and gained a response.

"Arvais von Herzkrieg, former Master at Arms for Kallios the Blind, now these six thousand years gone, Master of the Sjardring."

Aaron's head cleared, and he feared he couldn't process what the armor's soul had just told him, yet he knew and felt that it was true. Flickering in and out of his mind's eye, he saw three men in combat, fighting with spear, with axe, with sword, before it was replaced by his view of Jack.

"Ugh." he said, and limped towards his old friend.

"Jack. I'm very pleased to see that you survived your excursion." he winced as he stopped by him, and looked first to the dead Gorgons, then, with a raised eyebrow, to Leonardo.

"I also see that you were not alone." he gestures to Leonardo with a flick of his head, "Is this man friend or foe?"

Again, rolling memories attempted to floor him, attempted to draw him into the furious, wonderful ability to destroy, but he set his jaw and drove them back into himself, and then they vanished.

He wanted it, oh how he wanted it, but this was neither the time, nor the place... and he was so tired.

Aaron sighed, and his wounded leg nearly gave out, before he made himself relax.

"Agh! Forgive my seriousness. I've..." I have to stop you from taking Herzkrieg... Father!

"...I've been through quite a fight, Jack, and I'm wounded. If we've got another place to go, I agree with you that we should bail from this place." he turned, and looked to Cyan and then Kali with worried eyes, eyes that seemed to have regained some of their original life.

===========================================================
Re: The Sisters by Jack
-----------------------------------------------------------
            Jack shrugged “Honestly I don’t know what his story is Aaron.” He cast a sidelong glance at Leonardo “He claims to be a Friend of Ares, but he seemed to take offence at Kali’s introverted nature. That bothers me as Ares was not exactly outgoing either. Anyone that could understand Ares silence should have the patients of Jobe with quiet people. He was down right rude to Kali while at the same time seeming to kiss up to Cyan at every turn.” Again his observations were blunt lacking tack.
     “So no I really don’t know the story on that guy. If he is what he claims the he has hung around with Ares who he knows a David and has spent time in Amber. That would explain the arrogance and sarcastic tongue with which he spoke to Kali with. If that’s the case then perhaps you should go speak to him as you have a better understanding of your fellow Amber men. I have no time to beat the snot out of or argue with another mad Amber man.” He looked at Aaron and smiled a tired smile. “No offence meant. We have to get moved and I have to get back to the Broken God’s World. It’s much worse then we thought.”

"Oh I'm sorry Aaron." Jack dug in his pack and pulled out a First Aid kit "Get over here and I'll patch you up. We have not had the best time here either."

===========================================================
Re: The Sisters by Cyan
-----------------------------------------------------------
Cyan comes back to full consciousness at Jack's sally to Leonardo.  Another...artist of the palanquet?  That would be two, in less than a week, that she's met.  Odd.  Suddenly we are like grass...I wonder how Jack knows?

Bringing up her gaze, she looks, for the first time with focused eyes, on Aaron.  "Gods above!  Aaron!  Sit down!"  Against Berd's obvious wishes, the Bard manages to make her own feet, and stumbles over to where Aaron struggles to stand, then sits back down.  "Jack, I would see to Aaron," she begins, holding out her arm for the first aid kit and looking pointedly at the obviously distraught Kallika.  A bolt of pain ripples up that arm, and she winces, staring at her own wound.  "Ah, curse it...when did that transpire?  Perhaps Aaron can see to me, when I have finished acting the surgeon."

Berd, a disgusted look on his face, wings over to Jack, and sits in front of him.  He holds out his front 'claws' for the kit.

Cyan presses down, carefully, on Aaron's shoulder.  She jerks as the 'Armor' speaks aloud.  That is not Arianne's voice.  Has Aaron discovered yet another soul, locked within steel?  Staring at the transformed armor suspiciously, Cyan ensures that Aaron stays seated.  "Roll over on your stomach, Aaron, if you would," she says quietly, looking down at the wound.  It is quite ugly, from here.  "We can...as you say, 'bail', when I have bound your wound, and given you support."

Turning towards Jack, she frowns as he speaks.  Naturally, for Jack, it doesn't matter that the man is standing right there - from where Cyan sits, too, every word is true, and she'll back him up.  As if that were necessary.  But politeness, in this case, costs nothing to someone who has assisted us.  "Aaron is not moving, Jack.  Send the kit here with Berd, and I shall deal with the injury."  Her topaz eyes flick towards Kallika again, and Berd hops once in front of Jack, impatiently.  "And, for the moment, leave the matter of Leonardo's poor manners.  He did assist during the battle, when some might have ran and left us."

Turning her head, she looks at Aaron (who is, hopefully, following instructions).  "And into what have you thrown yourself now, Aaron?" the Bard asks quietly.

===========================================================
Re: The Sisters by Leonardo
-----------------------------------------------------------

Leonardo paused and turned back to face Cyan as she addressed him and he nodded with a pleased smile on his face saying in a cordial tone, "Well Lady Cyan, you were a friend of David, your enemies were his... and now that makes them mine.  I was happy that I could lend aid to those who so kindly saw to his proper burial... though it seems my efforts were in vain in the face of your incredible skill.

Perhaps I shall have a chance again to lend my blade to your defense at some later date.  While I am touched by your gratitude, it is unneeded... I knew the risks and I chose them willingly... much as David would have done I suspect."


Leonardo was about to turn back towards his original heading when Jack began to address him.  Following his offer for Leon to lend his assistance, Jack then went on to explain his side of recent events in as unflattering and biased a manner as possible to the new arrival Aaron.  Throughout all this, Leonardo remained silent and merely stared at Jack though his darken shades with an unreadable neutral expression on his face.

Hmm... I see he hasn't changed his tunnel vision.  He's certainly one for sticking to his own view of events... regardless of the facts!  And to think he asks my aid in one breath and in the next takes great pains to be as insulting as possible.  I wonder... as this "Jack" ever considered a career in politics... or diplomacy perhaps?

He certainly talks a good story... considering that throughout the battle he spent his time hiding behind a Trump while he sent his women in to do the dirty work.  All flash and no form or function.... how typical of some pumped up Shadow dweller, high on life with his petty powers and ignorant of the finer points in life.

Someone really should put him in his place... but it will require a more experienced and lighter touch than mine.  I'm too prone to ending the pain quickly... this one should be given to Samuel to play with... he knows how to administer pain that keeps on giving.

What is more... this simpleton has shown the key to his own destruction... the "wolf girl" is the leverage needed to twist this one.  But... for the time being at least... I have more important matters to attend to.  Samuel has made his request and as much as it displeases me... I must admit it is a sensible one.  Time to play the game I suppose... at least for now.


When Jack had finally finished his insulting commentary, Leonardo waited a moment or two to allow all emotion to drain from his face and voice.  It was a trick Samuel had taught him... though originally the goal of the training had been to assume an unbiased poise when regarding one's artistic subject.  Samuel liked to stress that allowing one's emotions and passions to get the better of one, would only adversely color one's work... often leading to subtle imperfections.

Leonardo slowly removed his shades and placed them in his breast pocket as he let out a small sigh of resignation.  He did not want to do this but Samuel's "requests and suggestions" were not to be ignored lightly.

Leon adopted a slightly hurt look and responded in a contrite tone laced with genuine remorse, "It seems Master Jack that we have both been the victims of misconstrued first impressions and that a certain mutual misunderstanding of each other's cultures has lent itself to unintentional hurt feelings and bad blood.  This was not nor has it ever been my intention... especially with regards to people David called friends and comrades.

I ask you to please forgive my earlier rudeness... it did not stem from deliberate intent to cause hurt feelings but rather a lack of experience with your cultural norms, customs, moors and taboos.  Where I come from, having one's portrait made is considered a great honor and the subsequent gift of such a portrait is valued above mundane monetary exchanges.

Artists do not ask permission to make art as there is never any objection... it being considered one of the highest compliments to be chosen as an artistic subject.  Also it is a common rule of courtesy that kindness and generosity shown to a stranger demands that the stranger make repayment... usually in the form of a valued gift.  For me... my art is my most precious gift and my drawings are my most valued possessions.

Normally I am not blind to changes in culture or custom... but I have not run across the brand of objections that the Lady Kalika holds on my previous jaunts.  Still... I should have picked up on the issue... but my mind was preoccupied with my concern over finding David.  While it may not excuse any insult I gave... I would point out that normally I am more attuned to such cultural variances than I have so far displayed.

Also with regards to my objections over being so closely approached by the Lady Kalika's wolf companion... I can only say that I have had very traumatizing past experiences with strange wild life on my journeys.  In fact I was badly mauled once while on a Hunt with David... my fault for allowing a wild beast to get too close.  Had it not been for David's quick thinking and actions, it could have been much worse.  So the close proximity of the wolf, which had already displayed a certain hostility towards me, undoubtedly led to my being even more unnerved and ill prepared for the Lady Kalika's unspoken objections."


Leonardo turned towards Kalika and bowed deeply as he stated in a clear and deeply felt tone, "Lady Kalika, companion of Hunter the wolf, comrade of Master Jack and Lady Cyan and friend of the late brave warrior of Amber David or Ares as you knew him... I now ask before these other friends of David for your forgiveness.  Through my own folly, pride and limited perspective... I have caused emotional distress and social discord to you and your comrades.

This weighs heavily upon me as a civilized gentleman and even more so as I have offended David's memory by insulting his friends.  I humbly apologize for my improper behavior and my lack of understanding and acceptance for your personal beliefs.  I hope in time you will find it in your heart to forgive my rudeness."


Leonardo took a deep breath and then continued in a respectful tone with a hint of wariness, "HOWEVER... as much as I do not wish to cause further unrest, I must take issue with two of your statements Master Jack which I feel are unfair in their assessment.  First is your assertion that I am... kissing up... whatever that is, to Lady Cyan.  While I am not entirely familiar with that phrase, the context in which it was used was most unfavorable.  My attitude towards the Lady Cyan has been from first to last a reflection of her own gracious behavior towards me.  Again where I come from, when one is treated in a kind and generous manner... it is only proper to respond in kind.  She has been polite and cordial towards me, I thing it a tad harsh to find fault with me for attempting to return the favor.

As for my comments regarding Lady Cyan's martial ability, well I think anyone would be hard pressed to argue that it was her prowess with the blade that led to the favorable outcome of the recent engagement.  I was and still am most impressed by what I saw of her technique, if complimenting her on that is also considered an insult by your cultural standards then I apologize as I meant no offense by my high regard for her skill.

The other assertion of yours that I feel is not fully accurate is your assessment of David... or "Ares" as you knew him.  The very fact that he went by two different names in different locales and that he would have friends who did not know the existence of each other... seems to indicate that perhaps none of us truly knew this man fully.  Was David quiet... well he could be but at other times his boisterous levity or demonstrative voice of command would put my to shame on my most verbose days.

Perhaps he showed you all one face as Ares and showed Samuel and I another face as David... two sides of his personality to go with each name.  Perhaps we will run across another friend of David/Ares who knew him by a third name and who knew him by a completely different personality all together.  I certainly did not know this Ares as you describe his personality... he may have been like that at times, but he was far more when I knew him as David."


Pausing for a moment to look down at the dead Gorgon and then back at the burial spire for Ares, Leonardo faces Jack once more.  Leonardo's expression has a hardened serious look and his tone of voice changes to clear determination as he says, "Master Jack, the past is the past and I can do nothing to change what has occurred... either between you and I or between David and his foe.  I can only make amends by looking forward to the future where my actions may make a positive difference.

You have asked if I am willing to confront the Enemy that led to the premature demise of my friend David.  You have requested my aid on some mission, which seems to be designed to strike back at our mutual enemy.  Know this, your Enemy was David's Enemy... and that now makes this dark evil force MY Enemy.

Perhaps one day David's comrades-in-arms will be my comrades, but until then we can at least coordinate our efforts to combat this mutual Enemy.  I will lend what aid my humble talents can provide in whatever capacity you feel needs to be fulfilled.  If you propose to take the fight to the Enemy... then I am your man, on this Shadow or on any other."


===========================================================
Re: The Sisters by Jack
-----------------------------------------------------------
           Jack moved over to Aaron and Cyan with the first aid kit instead of handing it to Berd. Though he did take a moment to stroke the drakes snout. “I will assist Mistress Cyan with, the work.” he said giving the drake a soft smile. Listening to Leonardo he opened the case and set about helping the Bard and his stricken companion by pulling out what they needed. Jack was playing nurse to Cyan’s doctor.


          As he worked and helped he kept listening to and glancing towards Leonardo as he spoke. It was not Jack’s place to forgive the man, he was not who the original offence was against. However the verbose man had been big enough to apologize, so Jack had something he must now do. Handing Cyan whatever she needed next he spoke. “I am sorry if I came on a little strong when I came back to camp. We are seriously in the middle of a war that Killed the great Ares or as you knew him David today. What’s more is it killed him on his own special ground of battle.” Jack’s voice was soft and thoughtful though with an hard edge of someone who was trapped on the front lines of a war.
       “Entire  worlds are being destroyed, apparently all in the name of striking against Amber and the Chaos some how. . . But I’m getting side tracked.” Jack shook his head handing Cyan what she needed next “I am sorry for the Kissing up comment, it was a low blow beneath me. However you know as well as I do appearances are everything, and  to slight ones friends is to slight oneself. That is neither here nor there I suppose. Perhaps you are right about David Ares, it is not unheard of. ”
         Jack handed the next item Cyan needed to patch Aaron up. “Good then you are an artist that can make and use the magic cards that view other places? So you will be able to view me and talk with me without opening a gate to me, with the use of my card? ” Jack looked up at the man studying him.

===========================================================
Re: The Sisters by Kalika Wolfblade
-----------------------------------------------------------
Kali remains standing, hugging herself, slowly regaining control and fighting the strong current of emotion that batters her. Finally she sighs, a tired, drained, letting it go. What was the point?

She smiles at the cloak on her shoulders, even though she wasn't able to direct it at Jack. The irridescent chain glimmers in her metallic hair as she turns towards the sound of voices. She takes a few steps, getting closer, but stays on the outskirts.

When Leonardo speaks her name her head turns to "look" at him, white eyes starting blindly at the artist. The pink burn scars on her face only serve to make the startling white orbs stand out even more. She nods her head as he speaks, the chain chiming softly.

"I am no lady, so please do not name me as one" Kali requests quietly of the artist "It is the belief of my people that a picture, be it painting or otherwise, steals a part of your soul. Too many pictures and then there is nothing left" she moves her hands as if watching something float away on the breeze before chucklying softly and continuing seriously "A foolish idea I know" she shrugs "but that of my people. I am sorry for any insult either me or Hunter dealt" she the nods her head again, before falling silent.

Wordy yes, but an apology... quite the character she thinks to herself, waiting to see how things would pan out. Lalai she sends to Jack even as her failure stings at her As long as one of the Gorgons lives this will not be a safe place to return to... Aaron is wounded, Cyan is wounded... you are right. We need to move on and then sort things out then... with or without our lovely new friend

She inhales, searching for the earthy smell that is Jack, hoping to find her way, but there are too many scents on the wind and the she is unable to pin point him, only catch the undertone of his smell. Hunter nuzzles her hand and with  her fingers firmly emeshed in his fur he guides her to her love. She wishes to embrace him, but Hunter shares the image of Jack carrying all of their stuff. Shame flares and she reaches forward, blood dripping from the reopened wound on her thumb. Please... I will carry my own things, it's one of the few things I can still manage she requests with a self depreciating laugh.

===========================================================
Re: The Sisters by Jack
-----------------------------------------------------------
       Jack  turned from his work  towards his bonded, she can feel his mind busy at something. Quietly listening mentally “You are right Lalai, we probably should not even have Aaron laying upon the ground as it seems poisoned. I would hate to see that seep into his wounds.” He looked at the people around him “Seriously folks, we should probably think about getting out of here. We need to treat both Aaron and you Cyan.”
      He pulled a bandage out of his box and turned to Kalika, Taking he her hand he said “This will sting dear heart.” He poured something across it to clean the wound before putting an bandage across it and topping it with a kiss. Then he looked at Cyan with a mischievous smile “Is your patient going to get the same treatment Bard?”
     Looking up into his loves white eyes Carry them if you like Lalai, but you are more then a pack mule. The battle turned when you joined it. Not that he had seen it himself, but he had seen the memories in Hunter who he reached out and rubbed.

===========================================================
Re: The Sisters by Aaron
-----------------------------------------------------------
Aaron complied with very little comment, though he felt that he would have rather been in the gentle hands of Cyan, then the more-than-tired-and/or-agitated hands of Jack. It was with that thought, that he rolled over and listened, quite intently, to everyone speak.

Finally, he too let his thoughts be known.

"Firstly, to Leonardo." he began, but paused. The armor had long since disappeared into Ilsefranvir, apparently becoming one with the sword until it was needed again. Having rolled up his trousers so Cyan could get to the wound, Aaron crossed his arms beneath his head and rested, blessfully rested, against them.

"I will be honest with you, as is our way in this group. I am Aaron, apparently the last Protector of San Anyn, son of Amber, and Master of the power of the Battle Magic Sjardring." that last part seemed to come from him without his own knowlege, and nearly surprised him. "Master" wasn't exact truth, or so he thought, but Leo didn't need to know that - yet.

"With me are Arianne den Ilsefranvir, the Eight Fangs Priestess, and Arvais von Herzkrieg, Warmaster of the House of the Sjardring. The former, encased within the blade upon my back, the latter, within the armor that I wore upon my arrival." What?!? Where the hell is this coming from?!?

Well, you never asked about my history.
And I merely supplimented your initial memories. You should have known already, anyway.


"They too, are members of this group, and should be respected as I and my friends should be."

Aaron paused, for his leg still hurt quite a bit, before collecting himself and continuing.

"Allow me to say, that you talk too much, Leonardo. In that respect, Jack does also, at times, but I will say this: Actions speak louder than words in this group. Believe me, I know from experience." a tone of sadness came into his voice at that last, but he cleared his throat to cover it.

He glanced up and back, at Cyan, and chuckled.

"If Cyan says you helped defeat those reeking corpses over there, then I believe it. That makes you somewhat passable in my book. But if you want to stay with us, then you better learn to put your suspicions and egotism behind you. All of us here have great stakes set into this journey, and I must say, I myself have only recently found out that the stakes are greater than I ever thought. I, personally, won't be slowed down by some guy who thinks he's the hottest thing since Oberon."

His mismatched eyes, one brown, the other an alien sort of silver, flickered. Aaron's voice was cold as he continued.

"Cyan, Jack, Kali... there is an orb on San Anyn. I'm more than sure that it's the exact same type of orb that was on the Gatherer's world. When I arrived, it had absorbed almost every ounce of Sjardring magic from the House, with the exception of the armor Herzkrieg." And two other artifacts... he added, to himself.

His voice became pained again as he continued.

"There is much at stake, and I believe our time is running out."

===========================================================
Re: The Sisters by Cyan
-----------------------------------------------------------
"T'would seem," Cyan muses in reply to Kallika, "that there are no ladies here at all.  As for foolishness, who can say?  The palanquet capture more than your image; perhaps, in the past, they did far worse."  Her tone is thoughtful as she accepts the First Aid kit from Jack.  "My thanks, Jack, for this and your assistance...and you are correct.  Worlds die.  Millions perish, or so we suspect.  We have no time for wrangling."  A pang ripples through her when Jack asks Leonardo about his skill with the cards.  Mine is...insufficient?  Ruthlessly, she quashes the thought.  If Jack is asking him, he must have his reasons.  And you have no right to feel slighted, in any case.

It stings, though.

As Aaron struggles to lay down, Cyan turns emerald eyes on Leonardo.  There is that word again...Shadow.  He is, of a certainty, from Amber.  "A fine apology...I think, at least, there was one buried with that."  That said with a small smile, which fades.  "We have a certain way of dealing with each other, sir, and it is one with which you must become accustomed if you wish to travel with us.  I fear we can be plainspoken, and demand that from others - put flair and flash into your phrases as you will, but the point must be clear."

The Bard sighs, knowing that this next point will bring some resistance.  "And we must know all there is to know of you - from where you hail, to what is your allegiance, and what skills and Arts you bring."  Cyan gives an apologetic shrug.  "If this is too onerous, consider that we, too, will reveal all.  But that is a decision you must make."

Turning back to Aaron, she accepts a bandage from Jack and flushes.  "Aaron will receive care from me, Jack, but I believe I shall leave the kissing to you."  Berd lets out a musical snicker, then curls up near the fire, obviously relaxing.

"Aaron, be still."  Carefully, Cyan cuts away the cloth near the wet and sticky injury.  "The wound yet bleeds...good.  It will not be fouled, and these bandages are clean.  Berd?"  Berd, raising his head, groans, then coughs forth a cloud of shimmering, silvery smoke.  It fades when it reaches Aaron's leg, and he feels a coolness suffuse the wound.  "Far better than antibiotics and codine-laced DMSO," the Bard mutters, the words sounding oddly stilted from her.

"This will need to be stitched.  Aaron will split it further and bleed more, should he walk.  It will not hurt, Aaron...much."  Quickly she threads the curved needle and begins to work, her fingers steady and sure at their task.  It's odd to find such things in a first aid kit, but if they were not there before, they are now....

"I greet you, Arvais Von Herzkrieg," the Bard says absently while stitching, "and it is a fine thing to hear you again, Arianne.  Master of the power of the Battle Magic of the Sjardring, Aaron?  There is a story, here, and I suspect you have more to tell us...but it should wait for Leonardo to make his decision.  You HAVE been busy, have you not?"  The redhead frowns.  "And gently, now," she states, tapping the back of his neck.  "Jack has already had words with our traveller.  Sufficiently, I believe."  There is wry amusement in her tone, then, a gentle prodding.  "May we now see the Aaron we have come to appreciate?"



The Bard coughs, once, reddening again.  "Enough from you, I think," she whispers to Berd, who rolls over and looks innocent.  Poorly.

The stitching is nearly complete, and Cyan grows grimmer, less introspective.  "As for the Orb...I suspect there are more of these things, strewn throughout the Myriad Worlds, than we ever suspected.  Your world is in peril...and many more, I fear.  As you say, time grows short.  Someone seeks to challange the power of the ruling Houses, those of Amber and Chaos, and is uncaring of how many must perish for them to obtain the necessary strength."

Carefully, Cyan knots off the stitching, and, with a damp cloth, tenderly wipes the wound clean.  "There!" the Bard announces, nodding happily.  "That should be sufficient...Berd can repair your trousers, should you wish."

Berd snorts in disgust, indicating that he will do no such thing.  He is, after all, a drake, not a haberdasher!

"Do you have further injuries, or can we move?"  Cyan pauses.  "And...Jack?  My shirt, if you would?"  For a third time, the young woman flushes.  "The wound can wait, but I would change to my proper clothing before we cross the Curtain Between Worlds."

===========================================================
Re: The Sisters by Jack
-----------------------------------------------------------
         Jack hands Cyan her shirt this time instead of tossing it to her. “Yes we need to move, don’t worry I shall let Aaron stitch you up then kiss it to make it better, unless you’d rather Leo or I do it.” He nodded with a wry grin.
          “Better said then I could currently bard, but still missing one thing.”  He looked to Leonardo “When she says we keep nothing from each other, she means it. We don’t go on private little jaunts without the others knowing and we share what we find.” Each of our fates rest in the hands of the other and we shall surly fail if we do not work together as a total team. We have found things that can kill the mighty Ares, things that could turn my mind into so much putty, things that could best each of us on our own ground and the only way we have come though is by working together. Cyan is right, you have a choice to make. That is to join or not to, there is no riding the fence.”

===========================================================
Re: The Sisters by Aaron
-----------------------------------------------------------
Carefully rolling over, Aaron sat up, but kept his wounded leg extended while tucking its opposite close to his chest. Testing the dressing, he smiled, and nearly burst out laughing at one point... before letting out a light cough to cover that up.

"Cyan, you certainly have more talent on one hand then I do in my enitre body. Not only with the cards, but with medicine as well. I thank you."

He glanced at Jack, a chuckle emerging. "Oh, and thanks to you too, Jack. Your amusement will certainly help me to heal."

There was mention of his past adventures, and Aaron nodded to Cyan, but sadness was present in his eyes.

"Later, I will tell you the stories of San Anyn, and many more histories at that." he said, and felt that that too, was true.

"I make your acquaintance, Artist Cyan." said Arvais, politely.

Aaron grunted as he stood, favoring his wounded leg so as not to reopen the injury.

"I fear I won't be parting the worlds until this leg is healed."

He looked to Leonardo, then, and to the man's answer towards the group.

===========================================================
Re: The Sisters by Dworkin (GM)
-----------------------------------------------------------
The prospect of Stheno returning, with Cyan and Aaron injured is one reason to move on from here, and a second soon becomes apparent.  Rain.  Not a torrential downpour such as Aaron had so recently experienced, but an unpleasantly cold drizzle which seems to seep into the very bones, and which looks set to continue for most of the night at least...

===========================================================
Re: The Sisters by Aaron
-----------------------------------------------------------
Aaron stared into the downpour, eyes wide and nearly blinded by the falling precipitation, as if viewing something that none other could see.

"No, Arvais. It cannot be." he said quietly, before looking at the rest of the group.

Yet he knew it to be true, and the armor acknowleged it. The memories always were witness of the truth, and he felt the memory now, burning in his mind's eye like a lightning flash. He was sure it would take him quite a long time to adapt to his many new senses, but now wasn't one of those times.

He reasserted himself, mentally and physically - into the here and now.

"Let's get out of here!" he said over the rain.

===========================================================
Re: The Sisters by Jack
-----------------------------------------------------------
        Jack leaned down to Aaron, as he did so the shadows of the night deepened and moved  twisting unnaturally, taking on a reality that the darkness should not have. They rushed Jack rolling over him like oil flowing over him , broiling and twisting about him in the inhuman change that the others had seen several times now.  I’ll be the pack ass, but you are now the luggage. The Psychic resonance of his voice were foreboding as his appearance, and the knowing smirk held a dark wicked aspect on his inky face.  Then again they may have been getting used to this all by now.

     He picked Aaron up gingery, as of a father picking up a babe. Swinging the smaller skinny man unto his back he Let Aaron put his arms around his neck and took his upper legs in the crooks of his arms. You take us some place safe ol’ bean, I’ll be your legs. Let’s go people!  What do you feel coming Amber man? Cyan, you got anything left in your bag of tricks?

Kali rest your hand on me, let me guide you Lalai

===========================================================
Home by Cyan
-----------------------------------------------------------
Taking her shirt from Jack for...what, the third time in minutes, Cyan turns her back on the group...but with the unfamiliar presence of Leonardo, that isn't enough to alleviate her discomfort.  Berd comes to her rescue, coughing forth a shimmering, satiny mist that clears moments later, the iridescent shirt in place, the bloodied, gashed one now balled up and going into her pack.

"Either Aaron or you, Jack, or perhaps Kallika - I trust her hands, in more than one way."  Cyan's face nearly matches her hair, now, but she laughs.  "Whichever, however, there shall be no kissing - either Kallika or I might object.  Strenuously.  But the shoulder can wait anon..."

Turning back to the seated man, the Bard quirks a thin eyebrow.  "Hardly, Aaron," Cyan laughs, amethyst eyes twinkling faintly with amusement.  "Besides, were that the case, my skill must needs be considered somewhat truncated...."  She holds up her lopsided hand to illustrate.  "And please, Master Herzkrieg, it is Cyan - I am a bard by trade and training, and my artistry naught more than that of a dabbler."  A touch of honesty forces her to admit, "Perhaps a skilled one, but an amateur, nonetheless."

Then the rain begins, and Cyan shivers.  Shock has set in, some time ago, both from the wound and the fury, and her temperature plummets under the rain.  "B-Berd?"  Hissing with annoyance, steam rising from his scales, the drake crawls under her patched, leather cloak as she hastily throws it around herself, his eyes beginning to dance and shine.  If all goes well, the group finds themselves in a dry spot, where no rain falls...for the moment.  "Aaron?" the Bard whispers, reaching out towards the man who seems lost in thought.  Her hand is pulled back, though, when he cries out agreement with Jack.  Cyan nods, and fumbles with Kirilinde.  Jack boils and rolls, and, as always, the change is fascinating, but Cyan forces herself to concentrate.

"Here, now, to me," she cries over the patter of the rain.  "Leonardo, if you would come, come now!  Your decision can attend for a time - this is not fit place for man or beast!"  The sword begins to come out of the plain, wooden scabbard, Cyan hissing with sudden pain as her shoulder twinges.  She only draws it slightly more than a handspan, though - what is visible is blunt ithilinaur, with no edge, the metal slimming just where it touches the scabbard.  An inch more, and the blade proper begins to appear, then the visible length begins to swirl like oil on water, in the sun.

"Someone rest a hand upon my unwounded shoulder," Cyan says, wet hair clinging to her face, silk shirt damp from the rain that has gotten through, eyes focused upon the blade.   Berd waits on the shoulder in question, eyes bright.  "Make a chain, and hold tight - we go, now!"

The moment everyone links to her, Cyan reaches.

===========================================================
Re: Home by Aaron
-----------------------------------------------------------
Mere seconds before he grasped Cyan's arm, a thought emerged. A memory, of his or another.

A fire, a fire! Burning orange!
Beyond, below, beneath, be all.
For curse, for health, for love, for life.
So too, do I, believe.

A heart, a heart! Bleeding red!
Become, believe, begin, be none.
For Line, for Hearth, for Hell, for Harm.
So then, does time, ordain.

An eye, an eye! Staring silver!
Be truth, be lie, be sight, be mine.
For you, for I, for they, for all.
So thus, does death, depart.

Her time, so done.
Your curse, begun.
Her death, last breath.
Your life, all strife.
Forever, for never.
From Chaos till Order.

Her age, your torment.
Allways, Again, Revenge, Onward, Neverending.


Then, through rain and rainbows, memory and everything disappeared.

===========================================================
Re: Home by Leonardo
-----------------------------------------------------------

As Leonardo waited patiently for the endless instructions and reiterations of the "group's rules" and the constant admonishments to be "totally honest"... he couldn't help but strain a bit to maintain his facade of the chipper eager-to-please persona he had adopted to mollify their petty concerns.

Good grief... do they treat everyone as if they were a child!?  How many times do they think they have to warn me of the necessity of "full disclosure"?  Either I'm going to "tell all".... not BLOODY LIKELY... or I'm not.

With all these reminders of the important to open up... and lower all my defenses I might add... before they do likewise of course... one might wonder if they are stressing this need to me or to themselves?

I can't help by be reminded of the words of another Bard... "She doeth protest too much methinks".  I wonder... just how many secrets each of these "honest and open" individuals has kept from the others?

It seem to me that this Aaron has already violated their wonder group policy... he seems none too anxious to "reveal all" about his recent encounter.  Apparently there isn't a hard and fast time limit to this truth-telling... or perhaps the rules just doesn't apply to those too powerful to snub!

Do they take me for a fool... ahh... perhaps so for that is a foolish question, of course they do.  Would they repeat themselves so often if they granted me the benefit of the doubt from an intellectual standpoint?  Still... as Samuel would say, "Information is Power... and only a fool or a dead man willingly surrenders POWER!".

Still I suppose I will have to tell them something, if only just to placate them.  I wonder... after my heart-to-heart, just how fully free flowing will the stream of information be on their end... and just how much will they hold close to the vest?  I wonder...


As the multiple sets of instructions and directions from the various members of the group finally begin to die down, Leonardo makes a courtly bow towards the assembled group of wounded warriors.

In a calm, clear and respectful tone Leonardo says, "I do believe you have stated your case quite sufficiently to impress upon me the dire need for complete honesty.  I must admit that such a policy of total truth does not come naturally to anyone who has been to either end of the Universe and survived to travel the Shadow another day.

Also you demand the full truth from me here and now as if it was but a simple recounting of a few minutes... all the while I still know next to nothing about you except what I have been able to surmise from scraps of side conversation.

Still... you were friends of David and you do know more about his Enemy than I.  Perhaps such drastic measures have been put in place to insure final victory... only time will tell I suppose.  However if David trusted you all, then I will not insult his memory by failing to do likewise.

To begin with, for the sake of Master Aaron of Amber, my name is Leonardo Henri Cezanne and I am an artist of some renown in my own social sphere.  To the best of my knowledge, I was born and raised and trained on a World... and hence Shadow... known as Escher.  It was on there that I made a name for myself as a painter, sculptor, illustrator... one might say "An Artist for All Mediums".

The Shadow Escher was undergoing its Second Renaissance and the Art World was experiencing a true revolution and rebirth in the hearts and minds of the people.  The artist became the new popular idol whose talents lifted him or her above the common people and art for art's sake was held as the highest form of personal expression.

Having mastered the conventional art forms, I began to delve into the art of the subconscious mind... my quest was the pursuit of drawing the images that one could not see but could feel.  During my rigorous self study, I began to make art which revealed the inner workings of the world in ways few others could sense directly but which struck a cord in the souls of all who looked upon it.

I dubbed my new movement of artistic expression... "Psychic Artistry" where the ultimate goal was the perfect reproduction using conventional media of the "soul beneath the surface".  It was at this time that I meant Samuel who would later introduce me to David, whom you all knew as Ares.

Samuel was the one who showed me that my Psychic Artistry could affect me just as I affected it.  It was Samuel who first mentioned the proper name used by the sophisticates of Amber and the Courts of Chaos for my "Psychic Artistry"... Trump.  I assume that is what you mean by "magic cards" or that other term... palanquet?"


It was at this point that the first warnings and unease about some unseen and unnamed danger began... originating with the newly arrived man of Amber.

Bloody Hell... not another attack by unknown danger already!?  No wonder poor David was driven to his grave!  These accursed star-crossed travelers of Shadow attract danger and trouble as if moths to a flame... to rather to a raging inferno!  Either they return from conflict or they invite conflict to take a seat with them for a bloody chat!  Such ill fortune no doubt played a hand in poor David's untimely demise!

Yet... perhaps this interruption is merely my own good fortune taking affect?  I mean with this delay, I am granted a reprieve from baring my bloody soul to these insulting ingrates and obnoxious simpletons!  Yet... with the level of mistrust, suspicion and overt intrusion into personal matters displayed already... I very much doubt this reprieve will last long at all!

Still... one must use the twists of fate which are dealt at random... perhaps the strain of this trip will forestall further prying questions.  OR... at least grant me a long enough breather to turn the tables and begin insisting... in as pleasant and demure a way as possible... that they honor the quid pro quo.  What is good for the gander is fit for the goose that has laid the golden egg of knowledge... I shall not give up Power without due "compensation"!


quote:"Here, now, to me," she cries over the patter of the rain.  "Leonardo, if you would come, come now!  Your decision can attend for a time - this is not fit place for man or beast!"

With a nod of his head, Leonardo responds in a cordial and polite tone, "As you wish Mistress Cyan, for you refuse the title Lady, I shall follow your direction in this matter.  I thank you for including me and I concur that this locale has lost a great deal of appeal as the night has waned.  I only hope our destination proves more hospitable but I will place my trust and faith in your able guiding hands... artist-to-artist."

quote:"Someone rest a hand upon my unwounded shoulder," Cyan says, wet hair clinging to her face, silk shirt damp from the rain that has gotten through, eyes focused upon the blade.   Berd waits on the shoulder in question, eyes bright.  "Make a chain, and hold tight - we go, now!"

Leonardo silently and swiftly moves towards Cyan but Aaron reaches her first and thus Leonardo finds himself the middle link in the chain between Aaron and Jack.

quote:The moment everyone links to her, Cyan reaches.

Hmm... not the way I would have done it, still not bad... for an amateur....

===========================================================