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<blockquote data-quote="Blythe" data-source="post: 5419344" data-attributes="member: 6667548"><p>Caldoryn chuckles and smirks, "I'll uhh..take that as a compliment?"</p><p>Aethlam sits with his back to a tree. He folds his slender legs up against his chest and quietly watches her.</p><p>Roan shakes her head slowly, there seems to be no filter on her mouth or her thoughts, "I don't compliment anyone I don't know."</p><p>Blythe moves to sit on her bench, smirking as she watches this.</p><p>Bianica folds her own legs neatly, and rests her forearms on her knees, looking like she could almost be faking meditation. Her eyes flick </p><p>over to Aethlam, questioning with a soft smirk pulling at her lips, "A little better, at least?"</p><p>Caldoryn scratches the stubble on his chin, watching Roan. "You should try it..might make more friends."</p><p><strong>Artur</strong> mutters softly. "Cursed wolves. Is there no realm free of their blight?"</p><p>Roan says, "Why? Why not be honest, makes people respect you more. Besides I have plenty of friends, you just smell like me".</p><p><strong>Samm </strong>Turns and brings his eyes upon Artur..He sniffs at the air..but does nothing else..He moves and returns back to Bunny then.</p><p>Aethlam nods his snowy head. "...Thank you."</p><p>Bianica says, "My pleasure, Skylar. Best to keep you relaxed and out of danger... as naive as you seem, I'm sure you could defend </p><p>yourself. Next thing I know there's a hurricane firing out your ass... no thanks.".</p><p>Bianica chuckles, "A happy Skylar makes for a happy Bi."</p><p><strong>Caldoryn </strong>looks up and over at Artur as if he just shouted those words.</p><p>Aethlam 's mouth curls upward again. "I do not think I can do that."</p><p>Samm Smiles at Bunny as he furrows his brow slightly</p><p>Samm says, "Sorry".</p><p><strong>Caldoryn</strong> motions to Sam.</p><p>Blythe says, "Roan, why are you here?".</p><p>Bianica says, "You 'think', but when you're scared sometimes amazing and terrifying things can happen at the same time.".</p><p>--Garden: Roan has left at 8:59 pm</p><p><strong>Samm</strong> Furrows his brow even more and then turns to look directly at Artur.</p><p><strong>Artur</strong> smiles grimly at Caldoryn when he looks, then returns to watching the wizard with the quill.</p><p><strong>Samm</strong> Starts towards the man.</p><p>Bunny smiles back. "It's okay. Things happen. I've got to be off for the moment, but hopefully I'll see you again soon?"</p><p>Bari wanders down the path, fixing his hat on his head. Since he has no description on his profile, he's a 4 feet tall halfling with red curly </p><p>hair on his head and on the top of his bare feet, and a slightly disgusted expression as he stops midways to the tavern, sniffing and peering </p><p>around inquisitively, " ...damn, it smells like rotten wet dog in here... Cass?"</p><p>Aethlam says, "I have been scared often ever since I lost my away. It has not happened yet. But I will be...careful. Just in case.".</p><p><strong>Artur</strong> sits cross-legged in his spot, turning his attention to Samm as he approaches.</p><p><strong>Caldoryn</strong> keeps an eye on things while asking Blythe at his side, "I didn't get a chance to see you this morning."</p><p>Aethlam my way*</p><p><strong>Samm</strong> Stops two arms lengths from him</p><p>Bianica says, "Has anything tried to attack you?".</p><p>Olelghinn jots down what he must, but the halfling does have a point. He shakes his head and makes his way back towards the tavern, </p><p>thinking that's enough work done on the automaton of the Garden.</p><p>Blythe watches Samm as well, her words clipped as she speaks, "It's better than way. Just doing this for the pack, right?"</p><p>--Garden: Olelghinn has left at 9:02 pm</p><p><strong>Artur</strong> says, "Wolf.".</p><p><strong>Samm</strong> says, "I would appreciate it if you would apologize".</p><p><strong>Artur</strong> says, "I won't.".</p><p>Bunny sighs as she slips out the gate</p><p>--Garden: Bunny has left at 9:02 pm</p><p>Bianica adjusts her sword lightly as she levels her gaze consistently on Aethlam now, cool and collected on the exterior, but her ears are </p><p>forever listening.</p><p><strong>Caldoryn</strong> lifts a brow and sighs, "It's not only that."</p><p>Blythe says, "Oh?".</p><p><strong>Blythe</strong> still doesn't look at him, her eyes narrowing on Samm and Artur.</p><p><strong>Samm</strong> says, "I am asking nicely, politely..its just a request, nothing more".</p><p>Aethlam smiles a little. "They would have had to find me first. I am very good at not being seen."</p><p><strong>Artur</strong> says, "And it is a request that I will not honor. It does not matter how nicely or politely you ask.".</p><p>Bari takes his hat off, fanning the odour away quickly as he moves to stop by the doorside, peering at the garden, "Ugh.. "</p><p><strong>Samm</strong> Smiles and nods</p><p>Bianica says, "Of course, that much is clear. I'm just saying, maybe there's a whole lot more to you than what meets the eye.".</p><p><strong>Samm</strong> says, "Thank you".</p><p><strong>Samm</strong> Turns and sees Bunny is gone..he furrows his brow then looks to Caldoryn and Blythe</p><p><strong>Artur</strong> says, "I have not done, nor will I ever do, anything that will give you cause to thank me.".</p><p>Aethlam lifts his delicate shoulders gently. "I suppose...anything is possible."</p><p>Bianica says, "Yes, and you're teaching me that more than anyone else at this particular moment.".</p><p><strong>Caldoryn</strong> gives Blythe a pleading look but sighs as he looks back to Sam. "We'll discuss this later." Walks over towards Artur.</p><p>Aethlam turns his eyes back to her, puzzled. "I am?"</p><p><strong>Samm</strong> Turns and looks back to Artur</p><p><strong>Artur</strong> simply sits and waits as Caldoryn approaches.</p><p><strong>Samm</strong> says, "I did ask nicely".</p><p>Blythe rolls her eyes some at Cal's words before crossing her arms over her chest.</p><p>Bianica says, "There's such a thing as people that look like the sky. It's all quite fascinating.".</p><p><strong>Artur</strong> shrugs nonchalantly at Samm. "You did. But that does not change my opinion or my position."</p><p><strong>Samm</strong> says, "Indeed".</p><p>Aethlam turns his own eyes up toward the sky. "There are many wondrous things in the world. Many have forgotten how to see them."</p><p><strong>Caldoryn</strong> holds up a hand to Sam while sizing up Artur. "Keep your opinions to yourself. We're not exiles come back to please you. We </p><p>belong here as any other species."</p><p>Bari arches a brow, "Mixed with... sweet stuff."</p><p><strong>Artur</strong> says, "You belong nowhere. And I am under no obligation to keep my opinions to myself. I can do with them as I wish.".</p><p>Blythe huffs again, moodily.</p><p>Bari then looks aside, frowning at nobody, "Yeah I'm talking to you, you could answer from time to time!"</p><p>Bianica snorts to that. "Yes, I'm one of them. I barely see past a blade's edge anymore. But the vacation's going for a positive turn, at </p><p>least."</p><p>Aethlam says, "Is that so?".</p><p><strong>Caldoryn</strong> licks the edge of his mouth and shakes his head. "Then you're a fool to seek trouble when we didn't come here to start any."</p><p>Bianica says, "Try not to faint, but I was actually dancing with a fellow last night. Very charming, he was.".</p><p><strong>Artur</strong> says, "I did not seek trouble. You approached me.".</p><p><strong>Caldoryn</strong> says, "By cursing us as a blight to society? Oh how very subtle of you.".</p><p>Aethlam perks his brows in interest as he looks back at her. "I did not know you dance."</p><p>Bari peers through the tavern's window for a moment, hmming. "Nah... " and he starts off.</p><p>--Garden: Bari has left at 9:13 pm</p><p>Bianica eh's as she shrugs, her metallic arm whirring with a few gears that rotate to make the motion possible. "I do a little bit of the waltz, </p><p>nothing terribly fancy. Was told it was 'proper' to know a little, so I know a little."</p><p><strong>Artur</strong> shrugs. "Nor I did I claim subtlety. You spoke the truth. You chose to come over here and bother me over it."</p><p>Aethlam says, "I wish I could have seen it. There was a time...".</p><p>Aethlam 's expression goes puzzled again and his words trail off.</p><p><strong>Samm</strong> Moves to stand over by Blythe</p><p>Artur mutters to himself as he corrects his typo. "I spoke the truth."</p><p>Bianica raises her brows mildly. "There was a time for what?"</p><p><strong>Blythe</strong> looks up at Samm, "Pleasant fellow, eh?"</p><p><strong>Caldoryn</strong> flexes his hands, "And now I'm feeling the itch to resolve this matter permanently."</p><p><strong>Artur</strong> says, "Oh? You plan to kill yourself? I am glad that you are willing to make such a sacrifice.".</p><p>Aethlam 's clear brow furrows and darkens just slightly as if he searches fleeting memories. "Banners and bells. Horns and the twirling of </p><p>silks while maidens danced beneath the apple trees..."</p><p><strong>Samm</strong> says, "Its a matter best left alone..after all it is only words, nothing more.".</p><p><strong>Blythe</strong> says, "Pride is hard to let go of. And he's our leader. He'll feel it more than any of us.".</p><p><strong>Caldoryn</strong> laughs at Artur, "I wonder if your tongue is the only thing with a spine."</p><p>Aethlam shakes his head slowly.</p><p>Bianica tilts her head faintly at him. "Do you not remember your history, Sky?"</p><p><strong>Artur</strong> shrugs nonchalantly.</p><p><strong>Caldoryn</strong> draws a small blade and pats it on the palm of his other hand. "Challenge, elsewhere so we can keep the place clean of parts. Do </p><p>you accept?"</p><p><strong>Blythe</strong> laughs just a bit, "Cal is enjoying himself, he must like blood."</p><p><strong>Artur</strong> simply shrugs once again. "It would be simpler and less painful if you would end yourself."</p><p><strong>Samm </strong>says, "Or he likes conflict..o O(a good leader knows when to avoid it..especially if it isnt necessary)".</p><p><strong>Caldoryn</strong> grins smugly, "You're really not doing yourself any favors by repeatedly being a coward."</p><p><strong>Blythe</strong> . o O ( Cal > Let the coward be for now. If we continue this it'll only show others to fear us. They'll dislike and distrust us all they </p><p>want but it's because they don't understand us. )</p><p><strong>Artur</strong> says, "I'm being a coward? I didn't decline your challenge. And I understand your kind well enough. Do not fool yourselves. I know </p><p>what you are.".</p><p>Bianica . o O ( Or you just talk a lot of <img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /> for someone who doesn't say much. )</p><p>Aethlam exhales softly. "I remember a woodland glen as emerald as all of June. I remember the blossoms of the appletrees. Generations </p><p>of young deer and foxes and dark rabbits with their wide eyes. Sometimes I dream and it is always spring. And sometimes I have </p><p>nightmares..."</p><p><strong>Caldoryn</strong> tosses the small dagger on the ground in front of Artur, sticking out by the hilt. Crosses his arms and sighs at him, "You </p><p>understand nothing other than your own flawed sense of superiority. And if you'd be anymore of a man, you would prove me wrong by </p><p>accepting the challenge. Hell, I'll even settle for any answer at this point."</p><p>Bianica shifts a little to face Aethlam more, maybe she ought to be focusing on what he has to say, and so she does with her knuckles </p><p>tucking beneath her chin. "Do your nightmares include snow?"</p><p><strong>Blythe</strong> groans, pressing a hand to her face gently, "This is worthless. The guy's first word was delusional!"</p><p><strong>Samm</strong> Moves over to Caldoryn</p><p><strong>Artur</strong> stands slowly, sliding his hands along his robes to smooth them. "You are impulsive and foolish. But I will accept."</p><p><strong>Samm</strong> Lays a hand upon his shoulder</p><p>Aethlam frowns and shakes his head. "No..."</p><p><strong>Samm</strong> says, "Perhaps it is best to let this go".</p><p>Blythe groans again, "Ugh!"</p><p><strong>Caldoryn</strong> claps mockingly in front of Artur. "Well done, that's the first sign I've seen of intelligence."</p><p>Bianica says, "That was a bit of bad humor, but okay. Do they make sense at all?".</p><p><strong>Artur</strong> says, "I've not seen any from you yet.".</p><p><strong>Caldoryn</strong> gestures down a pathway away from the garden. "You can even select the grounds we fight on."</p><p>Aethlam lifts his shoulders again, his voice soft. "Shadows and flashes of color and light. It feels like I am on fire. At my wrists and ankles </p><p>and at my throat. There is fire. And a cold moon. Cold bronze talons and eyes..." He suddenly gives a soft, clear bleating sound and </p><p>presses his hands over his eyes.</p><p><strong>Artur</strong> says, "It does not matter.".</p><p>Caldoryn eyes both Blythe and Sam as he heads down towards the trail.</p><p>--Garden: Caldoryn has left at 9:34 pm</p><p><strong>Artur</strong> begins down the trail, whistling cheerfully.</p><p>--Garden: Artur has left at 9:34 pm</p><p>Bianica sits up. "All right, all right... no need to go back into the real unpleasant stuff. They sound more like memories than dreams, </p><p>personally, since they are so vivid. Are they repeating dreams as well?"</p><p><strong>Samm</strong> Looks to Blythe</p><p><strong>Blythe</strong> growls, grumbling as she stands following slowly. "I dunno what to expect, but this is his battle."</p><p><strong>Samm</strong> Nods</p><p></p><p></p><p>Welcome! You have entered The Trail at 9:35 pm</p><p>The Trail: Samm has entered at 9:36 pm</p><p>The Trail: Torval has entered at 9:36 pm</p><p><strong>Artur</strong> saunters down the trail, whistling cheerfully. He pauses, kneeling for a moment as he reaches into the earth and pulls free a curved </p><p>saber of glimmering silver.</p><p>The Trail: Jaquen has entered at 9:37 pm</p><p><strong>Caldoryn</strong> heads down to a foggy clearing by the main trail to the garden. A waft of smoke linger on the ground at about 2'. The moon is out </p><p>and beaming its rays over the ground.</p><p>The Trail: Fly on the Wall has entered at 9:38 pm</p><p>Torval descends into the area and carefully moves through the fog to find a place to watch.</p><p>Blythe moodily meanders down the path, arms crossed over chest. Stands at the edge of the clearing.</p><p>The Trail: Taldia has entered at 9:39 pm</p><p><strong>Artur </strong>continues to the clearing, his saber flashing in the moonlight. He stops finally, looking upwards at the moon. "Hail, my friend."</p><p>Taldia appears sitting on a rather large tree branch watching the clearing below her.</p><p><strong>Samm</strong> remains at the edge as well now..not entirely too keen with the moon being out</p><p>Samm Looks to blythe</p><p><strong>Caldoryn</strong> removes his coat and tosses it over a hanging branch. Rolls his neck by the tree and pulls out a vibrant punching dagger with a </p><p>sharp edge. Paces around Artur, "Are you ready to be silenced?"</p><p>Samm says, "He said i was the omega, what does that mean?".</p><p><strong>Artur</strong> stops in the center of the clearing, the saber held loosely in his hand. A smirk crosses his face. "You cannot silence the truth, cur."</p><p>Blythe glances to Samm and gives a shrug, "We'll see about that after this. You might move up, depends. For now, be catious."</p><p>Samm Blinks in surprise</p><p>Samm Then looks to the combatants</p><p><strong>Caldoryn</strong> crouches down in a poise to pounce. "Always the ones who think they own the truth experience the greatest fall."</p><p>Blythe looks back to Cal a little regret in her eyes.</p><p><strong>Caldoryn</strong> begins the fray by circling Artur and leaping high to attempt a stabbing attack with the punching dagger. Without much force, it's </p><p>obvious he's testing the defense.</p><p><strong>Artur </strong>stands still and straight. "And what do you know of truth, wolf of darkness?" He turns, making no other moves as the attack is </p><p>deflecting by an unseen force.</p><p>Torval locks a bolt into his crossbow and positions it where he sits.</p><p><strong>Samm</strong> Watches carefully as he already begins to feel the tug of the moon calling to him.</p><p>Samm Clenches his jaw tightly.</p><p><strong>Caldoryn</strong> gets a good read on the extent of the barrier from Artur and stops his attacks. Scolds him, "Hiding behind your magic as well? </p><p>Just when I thought you couldn't be anymore pathetic."</p><p><strong>Artur</strong> says, "I use the tools available to me. I cannot be blamed if you do not have the intellect for such workings.".</p><p>The Trail: Nikol has entered at 9:53 pm</p><p><strong>Caldoryn</strong> closes his eyes as the markings of red calligraphy surface on his skin. He murmers for a moment then opens his eyes and steps </p><p>to the side, dividing into a clone of the original. He then steps again and divides once more. This continues until there are 6 copies of Cal </p><p>surrounding Artur. They all say in unison, "And just as foolish to make naive assumptions about your opponent."</p><p><strong>Artur</strong> laughs, his posture still straight and tall. "You call that magic? It is naught by the petty workings of demon-things."</p><p><strong>Caldoryn</strong> looks up at the moon and a yellow hue fills his eyes. 3 of the copies wrack their bodies and contort into dire wolves of black pelts </p><p>and slathering maws. All three howl and rip up the ground as they charge the dome protecting Artur. The three human Cal's all engage as </p><p>well with their separate daggers.</p><p>Blythe watches, narrowing her eyes.</p><p><strong>Samm</strong> grabs at his stomach as Caldoryn howls..He clenches his teeth together more tightly.</p><p><strong>Artur</strong> points at a wolf, the shield lashing out as a brillant flash of white light. He waits still, slowly lifting his saber.</p><p><strong>Hadiya</strong> A bloody pullsack is hurled over the treeline, landing in between the two combatants. It is small, yet big enough for say a lycan </p><p>puppy ?</p><p><strong>Blythe</strong> looks to Samm with a raised brow, "Breath deeply, concentrate. "</p><p><strong>Samm</strong> Nods and closes his eyes and takes deep breaths as she says</p><p><strong>Blythe</strong> 's eyes the bloody mass, her heart beating faster.</p><p><strong>Caldoryn</strong> One of the wolves dissapates from light and the others pull back to investigate the mysterious pullsack.</p><p><strong>Samm</strong> Smells it and pops his eyes open quickly..He looks about the treeline then.</p><p><strong>Artur</strong> points at another wolf, the light swinging around in a smooth, curving crescant towards it.</p><p><strong>Samm</strong> Feels his skin begin to itch as he breaths heavily and his brow beads with sweat.</p><p><strong>Blythe</strong> gulps nervously, glancing around as well. "She's back.."</p><p><strong>Caldoryn</strong> Another wolf dissapates from light. The three human copies of Cal merge together into one and he points at Torval and Taldia to </p><p>cross the treeline.</p><p><strong>Samm</strong> Moves quickly to the Sack, nodding to Blythe's statement</p><p>Taldia jumps down from her branch at his command and begins toward the treeline.</p><p>Samm Grabs the sack and brings it back to where he was before..crouching, he opens it and looks inside</p><p><strong>Artur</strong> displays no interest in the sack, directing the light towards the third and final wolf.</p><p>Torval is already on higher ground from the clearing. Points his crossbow out into the woods and searches.</p><p>Taldia starts her search, her quarterstaff glowing with light so she sees better.</p><p>Caldoryn 's last dire wolf vaporizes. Cal evades anymore light while obviously distracted.</p><p>Torval joins Taldia at ten paces and sniffs the area.</p><p>Taldia looks to Torval and nods to him before she takes a step further.</p><p><strong>Artur</strong> closes his hand into a first, the light dissipating into the mist.</p><p><strong>Blythe</strong> begins to move toward the sack, her heart thumping in her ears loudly. Looks to Samm as he opens it and stills.</p><p>Samm rolls 1d10: 2</p><p><strong>Samm</strong> Immediately recognizes the lycan inside...he quickly looks to Blythe and quickly closes the sack.</p><p><strong>Artur </strong>says, "Come, wolf! I thought you wished to fight me? To <b>silence</b> me?".</p><p><strong>Blythe</strong> whimpers, "What... What is it?"</p><p>Samm rolls 1d10: 8</p><p><strong>Samm</strong> says, "Nothing to worry about..and nothing you need to see".</p><p><strong>Samm</strong> Ties the sack shut and leaves it where it is.</p><p><strong>Caldoryn</strong> regains focus and looks to Artur. Uses a hand to locate the edge of his barrier and closes his eyes again with the red glyphs on </p><p>his skin pulsing. A dispel is released.</p><p><strong>Blythe</strong> frowns watching the sack fall to the earth before looking back up to Samm, "Who is it..?"</p><p><strong>Samm</strong> says, "I dont know..its not one of ours".</p><p><strong>Artur </strong>currently has no shield to be dispelled. "Further proof of my words. Even orcs and goblins care for the young of others of their kind."</p><p>The Trail: Hadiya has left at 10:19 pm</p><p><strong>Blythe </strong>visibly relaxes, relieved of this news. She places a hand to her heart to be still. "I thought she found them.."</p><p>Samm Shakes his head</p><p>Samm says, "thankfully not".</p><p><strong>Samm</strong> Looks back to Artur and Caldoryn then</p><p><strong>Caldoryn</strong> fortunately is able to dispel any wards upon his target, shield or no. Prepares to strike closer with his dagger. "I think the world </p><p>has had enough of your words, even if you have not."</p><p>Torval assumes he finds nothing?</p><p><strong>Blythe</strong> has many thoughts running through her mind as she turns her silver eyes back to Cal as well.</p><p><strong>Artur</strong> says, "I did not ask for you to think, cur. Your kind is not known for its ability to think.".</p><p><strong>Caldoryn</strong> moves with uncanny speed onto the side of Artur and attempts to plant his dagger into a kidney.</p><p>Blythe . o O ( I'm thinking now... )</p><p><strong>Samm</strong> Watches the fight..he can feel his pulse quickening with excitement</p><p>Samm . o O ( about what? )</p><p>Blythe . o O ( Male doesn't think that we 'think' much. Well, I'm thinking now. )</p><p>Samm Smirks as he takes deep breaths again.</p><p>Blythe purses her lips in thought.</p><p><strong>Artur</strong> twists, the movement producing a wince across his face, the dagger dragging along the flesh of his left side, though it doesn't seem to </p><p>break the skin. He twists his wrist, splaying his fingers outwards, the mist flashing into light around Caldoyn's feet to entrap and slow him, </p><p>even as Artur brings his saber up in a quick thrust.</p><p>Taldia moves deeper into the woods, vanishing.</p><p>The Trail: Taldia has left at 10:27 pm</p><p>Torval follows Taldia into the woods.</p><p>The Trail: Torval has left at 10:27 pm</p><p><strong>Caldoryn</strong> is grazed by the saber, giving him the space to avoid any misty traps. He feels his arm as the cut stings from the material used.</p><p><strong>Caldoryn</strong> drops his dagger and draws out two short swords from his coat. Both are engraved with efreeti runes.</p><p><strong>Samm</strong> Growls deeply as he struggles not to change.</p><p><strong>Artur</strong> twists his hand, stabbing his fingers at Caldoryn as hundreds of silvery flechettes, each composed of silvery light, erupt from the mist </p><p>towards him. He clenches his teeth, his eyes shifting upwards for a moment before returning to Caldoryn.</p><p><strong>Caldoryn</strong> backs off from the projectiles and leverages against a nearby tree to leap up and over them to land in front of Artur. If successful, </p><p>he tries to stab both towards the knees to buckle him.</p><p>Caldoryn stab both swords*</p><p>Blythe finds a nearby tree stump and sits crossing a leg over the other to relax and watch.</p><p><strong>Artur</strong> falls backwards as his eyes trace the arc of Caldoryn's leap. He hits the mist and it billows up around him, engulfing his form and </p><p>shrouding him from sight.</p><p><strong>Caldoryn</strong> slices mist, then.</p><p><strong>Caldoryn</strong> winces at the residue of silver on his arm.</p><p><strong>Artur </strong>thrusts upwards from the mist beneath Caldoryn, his saber flashing in the light.</p><p><strong>Samm</strong> Gives in and shifts</p><p><strong>Samm</strong> Shifts quickly and cries out as he does..clothes and weapons lay upon the ground as well..</p><p><strong>Caldoryn</strong> is caught in the leg now as he's uprooted by a misty shape. Grimaces at the shot of silver through the bloodstream and has to </p><p>hobble backward.</p><p><strong>Samm</strong> Finished, he howls loudly</p><p><strong>Samm</strong> Snarls and snaps wildly as his muscles tense...he glares at Artur now.</p><p><strong>Blythe</strong> chuckles knowing what Samm's up to. "Now this should be interesting. Go get 'em."</p><p><strong>Caldoryn</strong> undergoes a rather ugly limbo of transformation - fur growing out on his face and hands but his human side resisting. The silver </p><p>seems to be putting him into a state of internal discord.</p><p><strong>Artur</strong> rolls out of the silver mist, ending in a crouch before he stands, using his free hand to smooth his robes. A shudder runs through his </p><p>body, his face tightening. o O (The compasses to circumsribe our desires and keep our passions in due bounds wil all mankind.)</p><p><strong>Samm</strong> Turns and grabs one of his short swords into his mouth, clamping his teeth about its hilt.</p><p>Blythe moves into the clearing, careless of the silver it means nothing. <img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /></p><p><strong>Samm</strong> Rushes forward whether or not Caldoryn wants his help or not</p><p><strong>Caldoryn</strong> clenches the open wound on his thigh and heaves. His mouth has grown half a snout and teeth that are part canine.</p><p><strong>Samm</strong> charges Artur intending to slash him with the blade which suddenly becomes frosted over just before impact.</p><p>Blythe takes hold of Cal if allowed, attempting to move him into the treeline. "Don't trust magics.. " she grumbles.</p><p><strong>Caldoryn</strong> weakly holds a protesting hand out to Blythe and Sam, not wanting help.</p><p>Blythe takes hold anyways, quote 'doesn't look healthy'. No objections allowed.</p><p><strong>Artur </strong>throws an open palm up at Samm, a burst of sunlight erupting in his face, followed by a vicious thrust towards his face with the silver </p><p>saber.</p><p><strong>Caldoryn</strong> is moved by Blythe as the silver continues to course his veins and cause him fair discomfort.</p><p>Blythe moves him off to the side pushing on his shoudlers for him to take a seat. "I don't know what to do about the silver. Guide me?"</p><p><strong>Samm</strong> Too late, already charged his intended target..would continue his charge..dispite the light and the saber..he yelps loudly from both </p><p>attacks by Artur but also knows his own attack should have hit the man as well.</p><p>Blythe it's a pattern, it WON'T hit.</p><p><strong>Samm</strong> Leaps back howling in pain and drops the blade to the ground.</p><p><strong>Caldoryn</strong> tries to numb himself to the pain and looks out at Sam, shaking his head. "No, bring him back. This is not his fight!"</p><p><strong>Artur</strong> feels the short sword dig into his arm, drawing blood and points out that unless avoided, a silver saber through the face would kill a </p><p>werewolf.</p><p>Blythe glances over to Samm for a long moment before looking back to <strong>Samm</strong>, "Not like he's going to harm the touched anyways." sighs </p><p>and stands moving over close to Samm and in a comanding voice he can't refuse. "Samm. "</p><p><strong>Samm</strong> Whimpers as blood pours from his wound.(player decides he will leave that up to fate and a roll of the dice..even its a fatal wound, </p><p>odd its not...using a 1d10).</p><p><strong>Samm</strong> rolls 1d10: <strong>6</strong></p><p><strong>Samm</strong> Drops to his knees whimpering horribly as darkness clouds his vision</p><p><strong>Artur</strong> backs away, releasing the saber to dissipate into silver dust as he presses the now free hand against his wound.</p><p>Blythe narrows her eyes on Samm before looking back at Cal.</p><p><strong>Caldoryn</strong> resotres some balance in his body and looks human again. Stands with great effort and comes over to the fallen wolf, coming to </p><p>his knees and brushing the fur on the side.</p><p><strong>Samm</strong> Blinks slowly and growls as well..his breath is shallow.</p><p>Blythe follows Cal bending beside Samm.</p><p><strong>Caldoryn</strong> murmers in a low tone but clearly for Artur to hear, "You've crossed the lin of sanity. By nearly slaying one of ours, you've marked </p><p>a blood enemy of our pack forever."</p><p><strong>Samm</strong> Tries to get up, but cant..he closes his eyes as his breathing stops</p><p>Artur says, "Do I look as if I fear such? You offered the challenge, his wound and his death is on your hands.".</p><p><strong>Caldoryn</strong> grinds his teeth either in pain or in anger, "Out of respect for the dead, I won't continue this fight. Leave now."</p><p>Blythe presses a hand to Cal gently, to soothe.</p><p>Artur removes his blood-covered hand, the wound already beginning to close. "Your words have echoed meaninglessly. I am not silenced. </p><p>And I will not leave. You threw down a challenge. The challenge has yet to be met."</p><p>Blythe motions to Cal, "We need to take care of the body. "</p><p><strong>Caldoryn</strong> looks at Blythe and can't bring himself to smile. Gathers his swords and dagger, sheathing them in his coat. Scoops up Sam in </p><p>his arms and stands. Doesn't even look in Artur's direction, "You've turned a challenge into vengeance. We will have ours but you pale in </p><p>significance to our family. Samm was only a day old in our world."</p><p><strong>Caldoryn</strong> walks out of the clearing and away from the trail.</p><p><strong>Artur</strong> says, "You called me a coward and now you run?".</p><p><strong>Samm </strong>'s body slowly becomes normal in his arms.</p><p><strong>Artur</strong> laughs. "Where is your swagger and bravado now, cur? You blame me for slaying an assailant in self-defense?"</p><p><strong>Artur </strong>says, "You offered the challenge, without thought of the consequences. His blood is on your hands, wolf. Do not forget that.".</p><p><strong>Blythe</strong> turns, following Cal.</p><p></p><p>__________________________________</p><p></p><p>Thoughts?</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Blythe, post: 5419344, member: 6667548"] Caldoryn chuckles and smirks, "I'll uhh..take that as a compliment?" Aethlam sits with his back to a tree. He folds his slender legs up against his chest and quietly watches her. Roan shakes her head slowly, there seems to be no filter on her mouth or her thoughts, "I don't compliment anyone I don't know." Blythe moves to sit on her bench, smirking as she watches this. Bianica folds her own legs neatly, and rests her forearms on her knees, looking like she could almost be faking meditation. Her eyes flick over to Aethlam, questioning with a soft smirk pulling at her lips, "A little better, at least?" Caldoryn scratches the stubble on his chin, watching Roan. "You should try it..might make more friends." [B]Artur[/B] mutters softly. "Cursed wolves. Is there no realm free of their blight?" Roan says, "Why? Why not be honest, makes people respect you more. Besides I have plenty of friends, you just smell like me". [B]Samm [/B]Turns and brings his eyes upon Artur..He sniffs at the air..but does nothing else..He moves and returns back to Bunny then. Aethlam nods his snowy head. "...Thank you." Bianica says, "My pleasure, Skylar. Best to keep you relaxed and out of danger... as naive as you seem, I'm sure you could defend yourself. Next thing I know there's a hurricane firing out your ass... no thanks.". Bianica chuckles, "A happy Skylar makes for a happy Bi." [B]Caldoryn [/B]looks up and over at Artur as if he just shouted those words. Aethlam 's mouth curls upward again. "I do not think I can do that." Samm Smiles at Bunny as he furrows his brow slightly Samm says, "Sorry". [B]Caldoryn[/B] motions to Sam. Blythe says, "Roan, why are you here?". Bianica says, "You 'think', but when you're scared sometimes amazing and terrifying things can happen at the same time.". --Garden: Roan has left at 8:59 pm [B]Samm[/B] Furrows his brow even more and then turns to look directly at Artur. [B]Artur[/B] smiles grimly at Caldoryn when he looks, then returns to watching the wizard with the quill. [B]Samm[/B] Starts towards the man. Bunny smiles back. "It's okay. Things happen. I've got to be off for the moment, but hopefully I'll see you again soon?" Bari wanders down the path, fixing his hat on his head. Since he has no description on his profile, he's a 4 feet tall halfling with red curly hair on his head and on the top of his bare feet, and a slightly disgusted expression as he stops midways to the tavern, sniffing and peering around inquisitively, " ...damn, it smells like rotten wet dog in here... Cass?" Aethlam says, "I have been scared often ever since I lost my away. It has not happened yet. But I will be...careful. Just in case.". [B]Artur[/B] sits cross-legged in his spot, turning his attention to Samm as he approaches. [B]Caldoryn[/B] keeps an eye on things while asking Blythe at his side, "I didn't get a chance to see you this morning." Aethlam my way* [B]Samm[/B] Stops two arms lengths from him Bianica says, "Has anything tried to attack you?". Olelghinn jots down what he must, but the halfling does have a point. He shakes his head and makes his way back towards the tavern, thinking that's enough work done on the automaton of the Garden. Blythe watches Samm as well, her words clipped as she speaks, "It's better than way. Just doing this for the pack, right?" --Garden: Olelghinn has left at 9:02 pm [B]Artur[/B] says, "Wolf.". [B]Samm[/B] says, "I would appreciate it if you would apologize". [B]Artur[/B] says, "I won't.". Bunny sighs as she slips out the gate --Garden: Bunny has left at 9:02 pm Bianica adjusts her sword lightly as she levels her gaze consistently on Aethlam now, cool and collected on the exterior, but her ears are forever listening. [B]Caldoryn[/B] lifts a brow and sighs, "It's not only that." Blythe says, "Oh?". [B]Blythe[/B] still doesn't look at him, her eyes narrowing on Samm and Artur. [B]Samm[/B] says, "I am asking nicely, politely..its just a request, nothing more". Aethlam smiles a little. "They would have had to find me first. I am very good at not being seen." [B]Artur[/B] says, "And it is a request that I will not honor. It does not matter how nicely or politely you ask.". Bari takes his hat off, fanning the odour away quickly as he moves to stop by the doorside, peering at the garden, "Ugh.. " [B]Samm[/B] Smiles and nods Bianica says, "Of course, that much is clear. I'm just saying, maybe there's a whole lot more to you than what meets the eye.". [B]Samm[/B] says, "Thank you". [B]Samm[/B] Turns and sees Bunny is gone..he furrows his brow then looks to Caldoryn and Blythe [B]Artur[/B] says, "I have not done, nor will I ever do, anything that will give you cause to thank me.". Aethlam lifts his delicate shoulders gently. "I suppose...anything is possible." Bianica says, "Yes, and you're teaching me that more than anyone else at this particular moment.". [B]Caldoryn[/B] gives Blythe a pleading look but sighs as he looks back to Sam. "We'll discuss this later." Walks over towards Artur. Aethlam turns his eyes back to her, puzzled. "I am?" [B]Samm[/B] Turns and looks back to Artur [B]Artur[/B] simply sits and waits as Caldoryn approaches. [B]Samm[/B] says, "I did ask nicely". Blythe rolls her eyes some at Cal's words before crossing her arms over her chest. Bianica says, "There's such a thing as people that look like the sky. It's all quite fascinating.". [B]Artur[/B] shrugs nonchalantly at Samm. "You did. But that does not change my opinion or my position." [B]Samm[/B] says, "Indeed". Aethlam turns his own eyes up toward the sky. "There are many wondrous things in the world. Many have forgotten how to see them." [B]Caldoryn[/B] holds up a hand to Sam while sizing up Artur. "Keep your opinions to yourself. We're not exiles come back to please you. We belong here as any other species." Bari arches a brow, "Mixed with... sweet stuff." [B]Artur[/B] says, "You belong nowhere. And I am under no obligation to keep my opinions to myself. I can do with them as I wish.". Blythe huffs again, moodily. Bari then looks aside, frowning at nobody, "Yeah I'm talking to you, you could answer from time to time!" Bianica snorts to that. "Yes, I'm one of them. I barely see past a blade's edge anymore. But the vacation's going for a positive turn, at least." Aethlam says, "Is that so?". [B]Caldoryn[/B] licks the edge of his mouth and shakes his head. "Then you're a fool to seek trouble when we didn't come here to start any." Bianica says, "Try not to faint, but I was actually dancing with a fellow last night. Very charming, he was.". [B]Artur[/B] says, "I did not seek trouble. You approached me.". [B]Caldoryn[/B] says, "By cursing us as a blight to society? Oh how very subtle of you.". Aethlam perks his brows in interest as he looks back at her. "I did not know you dance." Bari peers through the tavern's window for a moment, hmming. "Nah... " and he starts off. --Garden: Bari has left at 9:13 pm Bianica eh's as she shrugs, her metallic arm whirring with a few gears that rotate to make the motion possible. "I do a little bit of the waltz, nothing terribly fancy. Was told it was 'proper' to know a little, so I know a little." [B]Artur[/B] shrugs. "Nor I did I claim subtlety. You spoke the truth. You chose to come over here and bother me over it." Aethlam says, "I wish I could have seen it. There was a time...". Aethlam 's expression goes puzzled again and his words trail off. [B]Samm[/B] Moves to stand over by Blythe Artur mutters to himself as he corrects his typo. "I spoke the truth." Bianica raises her brows mildly. "There was a time for what?" [B]Blythe[/B] looks up at Samm, "Pleasant fellow, eh?" [B]Caldoryn[/B] flexes his hands, "And now I'm feeling the itch to resolve this matter permanently." [B]Artur[/B] says, "Oh? You plan to kill yourself? I am glad that you are willing to make such a sacrifice.". Aethlam 's clear brow furrows and darkens just slightly as if he searches fleeting memories. "Banners and bells. Horns and the twirling of silks while maidens danced beneath the apple trees..." [B]Samm[/B] says, "Its a matter best left alone..after all it is only words, nothing more.". [B]Blythe[/B] says, "Pride is hard to let go of. And he's our leader. He'll feel it more than any of us.". [B]Caldoryn[/B] laughs at Artur, "I wonder if your tongue is the only thing with a spine." Aethlam shakes his head slowly. Bianica tilts her head faintly at him. "Do you not remember your history, Sky?" [B]Artur[/B] shrugs nonchalantly. [B]Caldoryn[/B] draws a small blade and pats it on the palm of his other hand. "Challenge, elsewhere so we can keep the place clean of parts. Do you accept?" [B]Blythe[/B] laughs just a bit, "Cal is enjoying himself, he must like blood." [B]Artur[/B] simply shrugs once again. "It would be simpler and less painful if you would end yourself." [B]Samm [/B]says, "Or he likes conflict..o O(a good leader knows when to avoid it..especially if it isnt necessary)". [B]Caldoryn[/B] grins smugly, "You're really not doing yourself any favors by repeatedly being a coward." [B]Blythe[/B] . o O ( Cal > Let the coward be for now. If we continue this it'll only show others to fear us. They'll dislike and distrust us all they want but it's because they don't understand us. ) [B]Artur[/B] says, "I'm being a coward? I didn't decline your challenge. And I understand your kind well enough. Do not fool yourselves. I know what you are.". Bianica . o O ( Or you just talk a lot of :):):):) for someone who doesn't say much. ) Aethlam exhales softly. "I remember a woodland glen as emerald as all of June. I remember the blossoms of the appletrees. Generations of young deer and foxes and dark rabbits with their wide eyes. Sometimes I dream and it is always spring. And sometimes I have nightmares..." [B]Caldoryn[/B] tosses the small dagger on the ground in front of Artur, sticking out by the hilt. Crosses his arms and sighs at him, "You understand nothing other than your own flawed sense of superiority. And if you'd be anymore of a man, you would prove me wrong by accepting the challenge. Hell, I'll even settle for any answer at this point." Bianica shifts a little to face Aethlam more, maybe she ought to be focusing on what he has to say, and so she does with her knuckles tucking beneath her chin. "Do your nightmares include snow?" [B]Blythe[/B] groans, pressing a hand to her face gently, "This is worthless. The guy's first word was delusional!" [B]Samm[/B] Moves over to Caldoryn [B]Artur[/B] stands slowly, sliding his hands along his robes to smooth them. "You are impulsive and foolish. But I will accept." [B]Samm[/B] Lays a hand upon his shoulder Aethlam frowns and shakes his head. "No..." [B]Samm[/B] says, "Perhaps it is best to let this go". Blythe groans again, "Ugh!" [B]Caldoryn[/B] claps mockingly in front of Artur. "Well done, that's the first sign I've seen of intelligence." Bianica says, "That was a bit of bad humor, but okay. Do they make sense at all?". [B]Artur[/B] says, "I've not seen any from you yet.". [B]Caldoryn[/B] gestures down a pathway away from the garden. "You can even select the grounds we fight on." Aethlam lifts his shoulders again, his voice soft. "Shadows and flashes of color and light. It feels like I am on fire. At my wrists and ankles and at my throat. There is fire. And a cold moon. Cold bronze talons and eyes..." He suddenly gives a soft, clear bleating sound and presses his hands over his eyes. [B]Artur[/B] says, "It does not matter.". Caldoryn eyes both Blythe and Sam as he heads down towards the trail. --Garden: Caldoryn has left at 9:34 pm [B]Artur[/B] begins down the trail, whistling cheerfully. --Garden: Artur has left at 9:34 pm Bianica sits up. "All right, all right... no need to go back into the real unpleasant stuff. They sound more like memories than dreams, personally, since they are so vivid. Are they repeating dreams as well?" [B]Samm[/B] Looks to Blythe [B]Blythe[/B] growls, grumbling as she stands following slowly. "I dunno what to expect, but this is his battle." [B]Samm[/B] Nods Welcome! You have entered The Trail at 9:35 pm The Trail: Samm has entered at 9:36 pm The Trail: Torval has entered at 9:36 pm [B]Artur[/B] saunters down the trail, whistling cheerfully. He pauses, kneeling for a moment as he reaches into the earth and pulls free a curved saber of glimmering silver. The Trail: Jaquen has entered at 9:37 pm [B]Caldoryn[/B] heads down to a foggy clearing by the main trail to the garden. A waft of smoke linger on the ground at about 2'. The moon is out and beaming its rays over the ground. The Trail: Fly on the Wall has entered at 9:38 pm Torval descends into the area and carefully moves through the fog to find a place to watch. Blythe moodily meanders down the path, arms crossed over chest. Stands at the edge of the clearing. The Trail: Taldia has entered at 9:39 pm [B]Artur [/B]continues to the clearing, his saber flashing in the moonlight. He stops finally, looking upwards at the moon. "Hail, my friend." Taldia appears sitting on a rather large tree branch watching the clearing below her. [B]Samm[/B] remains at the edge as well now..not entirely too keen with the moon being out Samm Looks to blythe [B]Caldoryn[/B] removes his coat and tosses it over a hanging branch. Rolls his neck by the tree and pulls out a vibrant punching dagger with a sharp edge. Paces around Artur, "Are you ready to be silenced?" Samm says, "He said i was the omega, what does that mean?". [B]Artur[/B] stops in the center of the clearing, the saber held loosely in his hand. A smirk crosses his face. "You cannot silence the truth, cur." Blythe glances to Samm and gives a shrug, "We'll see about that after this. You might move up, depends. For now, be catious." Samm Blinks in surprise Samm Then looks to the combatants [B]Caldoryn[/B] crouches down in a poise to pounce. "Always the ones who think they own the truth experience the greatest fall." Blythe looks back to Cal a little regret in her eyes. [B]Caldoryn[/B] begins the fray by circling Artur and leaping high to attempt a stabbing attack with the punching dagger. Without much force, it's obvious he's testing the defense. [B]Artur [/B]stands still and straight. "And what do you know of truth, wolf of darkness?" He turns, making no other moves as the attack is deflecting by an unseen force. Torval locks a bolt into his crossbow and positions it where he sits. [B]Samm[/B] Watches carefully as he already begins to feel the tug of the moon calling to him. Samm Clenches his jaw tightly. [B]Caldoryn[/B] gets a good read on the extent of the barrier from Artur and stops his attacks. Scolds him, "Hiding behind your magic as well? Just when I thought you couldn't be anymore pathetic." [B]Artur[/B] says, "I use the tools available to me. I cannot be blamed if you do not have the intellect for such workings.". The Trail: Nikol has entered at 9:53 pm [B]Caldoryn[/B] closes his eyes as the markings of red calligraphy surface on his skin. He murmers for a moment then opens his eyes and steps to the side, dividing into a clone of the original. He then steps again and divides once more. This continues until there are 6 copies of Cal surrounding Artur. They all say in unison, "And just as foolish to make naive assumptions about your opponent." [B]Artur[/B] laughs, his posture still straight and tall. "You call that magic? It is naught by the petty workings of demon-things." [B]Caldoryn[/B] looks up at the moon and a yellow hue fills his eyes. 3 of the copies wrack their bodies and contort into dire wolves of black pelts and slathering maws. All three howl and rip up the ground as they charge the dome protecting Artur. The three human Cal's all engage as well with their separate daggers. Blythe watches, narrowing her eyes. [B]Samm[/B] grabs at his stomach as Caldoryn howls..He clenches his teeth together more tightly. [B]Artur[/B] points at a wolf, the shield lashing out as a brillant flash of white light. He waits still, slowly lifting his saber. [B]Hadiya[/B] A bloody pullsack is hurled over the treeline, landing in between the two combatants. It is small, yet big enough for say a lycan puppy ? [B]Blythe[/B] looks to Samm with a raised brow, "Breath deeply, concentrate. " [B]Samm[/B] Nods and closes his eyes and takes deep breaths as she says [B]Blythe[/B] 's eyes the bloody mass, her heart beating faster. [B]Caldoryn[/B] One of the wolves dissapates from light and the others pull back to investigate the mysterious pullsack. [B]Samm[/B] Smells it and pops his eyes open quickly..He looks about the treeline then. [B]Artur[/B] points at another wolf, the light swinging around in a smooth, curving crescant towards it. [B]Samm[/B] Feels his skin begin to itch as he breaths heavily and his brow beads with sweat. [B]Blythe[/B] gulps nervously, glancing around as well. "She's back.." [B]Caldoryn[/B] Another wolf dissapates from light. The three human copies of Cal merge together into one and he points at Torval and Taldia to cross the treeline. [B]Samm[/B] Moves quickly to the Sack, nodding to Blythe's statement Taldia jumps down from her branch at his command and begins toward the treeline. Samm Grabs the sack and brings it back to where he was before..crouching, he opens it and looks inside [B]Artur[/B] displays no interest in the sack, directing the light towards the third and final wolf. Torval is already on higher ground from the clearing. Points his crossbow out into the woods and searches. Taldia starts her search, her quarterstaff glowing with light so she sees better. Caldoryn 's last dire wolf vaporizes. Cal evades anymore light while obviously distracted. Torval joins Taldia at ten paces and sniffs the area. Taldia looks to Torval and nods to him before she takes a step further. [B]Artur[/B] closes his hand into a first, the light dissipating into the mist. [B]Blythe[/B] begins to move toward the sack, her heart thumping in her ears loudly. Looks to Samm as he opens it and stills. Samm rolls 1d10: 2 [B]Samm[/B] Immediately recognizes the lycan inside...he quickly looks to Blythe and quickly closes the sack. [B]Artur [/B]says, "Come, wolf! I thought you wished to fight me? To <b>silence</b> me?". [B]Blythe[/B] whimpers, "What... What is it?" Samm rolls 1d10: 8 [B]Samm[/B] says, "Nothing to worry about..and nothing you need to see". [B]Samm[/B] Ties the sack shut and leaves it where it is. [B]Caldoryn[/B] regains focus and looks to Artur. Uses a hand to locate the edge of his barrier and closes his eyes again with the red glyphs on his skin pulsing. A dispel is released. [B]Blythe[/B] frowns watching the sack fall to the earth before looking back up to Samm, "Who is it..?" [B]Samm[/B] says, "I dont know..its not one of ours". [B]Artur [/B]currently has no shield to be dispelled. "Further proof of my words. Even orcs and goblins care for the young of others of their kind." The Trail: Hadiya has left at 10:19 pm [B]Blythe [/B]visibly relaxes, relieved of this news. She places a hand to her heart to be still. "I thought she found them.." Samm Shakes his head Samm says, "thankfully not". [B]Samm[/B] Looks back to Artur and Caldoryn then [B]Caldoryn[/B] fortunately is able to dispel any wards upon his target, shield or no. Prepares to strike closer with his dagger. "I think the world has had enough of your words, even if you have not." Torval assumes he finds nothing? [B]Blythe[/B] has many thoughts running through her mind as she turns her silver eyes back to Cal as well. [B]Artur[/B] says, "I did not ask for you to think, cur. Your kind is not known for its ability to think.". [B]Caldoryn[/B] moves with uncanny speed onto the side of Artur and attempts to plant his dagger into a kidney. Blythe . o O ( I'm thinking now... ) [B]Samm[/B] Watches the fight..he can feel his pulse quickening with excitement Samm . o O ( about what? ) Blythe . o O ( Male doesn't think that we 'think' much. Well, I'm thinking now. ) Samm Smirks as he takes deep breaths again. Blythe purses her lips in thought. [B]Artur[/B] twists, the movement producing a wince across his face, the dagger dragging along the flesh of his left side, though it doesn't seem to break the skin. He twists his wrist, splaying his fingers outwards, the mist flashing into light around Caldoyn's feet to entrap and slow him, even as Artur brings his saber up in a quick thrust. Taldia moves deeper into the woods, vanishing. The Trail: Taldia has left at 10:27 pm Torval follows Taldia into the woods. The Trail: Torval has left at 10:27 pm [B]Caldoryn[/B] is grazed by the saber, giving him the space to avoid any misty traps. He feels his arm as the cut stings from the material used. [B]Caldoryn[/B] drops his dagger and draws out two short swords from his coat. Both are engraved with efreeti runes. [B]Samm[/B] Growls deeply as he struggles not to change. [B]Artur[/B] twists his hand, stabbing his fingers at Caldoryn as hundreds of silvery flechettes, each composed of silvery light, erupt from the mist towards him. He clenches his teeth, his eyes shifting upwards for a moment before returning to Caldoryn. [B]Caldoryn[/B] backs off from the projectiles and leverages against a nearby tree to leap up and over them to land in front of Artur. If successful, he tries to stab both towards the knees to buckle him. Caldoryn stab both swords* Blythe finds a nearby tree stump and sits crossing a leg over the other to relax and watch. [B]Artur[/B] falls backwards as his eyes trace the arc of Caldoryn's leap. He hits the mist and it billows up around him, engulfing his form and shrouding him from sight. [B]Caldoryn[/B] slices mist, then. [B]Caldoryn[/B] winces at the residue of silver on his arm. [B]Artur [/B]thrusts upwards from the mist beneath Caldoryn, his saber flashing in the light. [B]Samm[/B] Gives in and shifts [B]Samm[/B] Shifts quickly and cries out as he does..clothes and weapons lay upon the ground as well.. [B]Caldoryn[/B] is caught in the leg now as he's uprooted by a misty shape. Grimaces at the shot of silver through the bloodstream and has to hobble backward. [B]Samm[/B] Finished, he howls loudly [B]Samm[/B] Snarls and snaps wildly as his muscles tense...he glares at Artur now. [B]Blythe[/B] chuckles knowing what Samm's up to. "Now this should be interesting. Go get 'em." [B]Caldoryn[/B] undergoes a rather ugly limbo of transformation - fur growing out on his face and hands but his human side resisting. The silver seems to be putting him into a state of internal discord. [B]Artur[/B] rolls out of the silver mist, ending in a crouch before he stands, using his free hand to smooth his robes. A shudder runs through his body, his face tightening. o O (The compasses to circumsribe our desires and keep our passions in due bounds wil all mankind.) [B]Samm[/B] Turns and grabs one of his short swords into his mouth, clamping his teeth about its hilt. Blythe moves into the clearing, careless of the silver it means nothing. :) [B]Samm[/B] Rushes forward whether or not Caldoryn wants his help or not [B]Caldoryn[/B] clenches the open wound on his thigh and heaves. His mouth has grown half a snout and teeth that are part canine. [B]Samm[/B] charges Artur intending to slash him with the blade which suddenly becomes frosted over just before impact. Blythe takes hold of Cal if allowed, attempting to move him into the treeline. "Don't trust magics.. " she grumbles. [B]Caldoryn[/B] weakly holds a protesting hand out to Blythe and Sam, not wanting help. Blythe takes hold anyways, quote 'doesn't look healthy'. No objections allowed. [B]Artur [/B]throws an open palm up at Samm, a burst of sunlight erupting in his face, followed by a vicious thrust towards his face with the silver saber. [B]Caldoryn[/B] is moved by Blythe as the silver continues to course his veins and cause him fair discomfort. Blythe moves him off to the side pushing on his shoudlers for him to take a seat. "I don't know what to do about the silver. Guide me?" [B]Samm[/B] Too late, already charged his intended target..would continue his charge..dispite the light and the saber..he yelps loudly from both attacks by Artur but also knows his own attack should have hit the man as well. Blythe it's a pattern, it WON'T hit. [B]Samm[/B] Leaps back howling in pain and drops the blade to the ground. [B]Caldoryn[/B] tries to numb himself to the pain and looks out at Sam, shaking his head. "No, bring him back. This is not his fight!" [B]Artur[/B] feels the short sword dig into his arm, drawing blood and points out that unless avoided, a silver saber through the face would kill a werewolf. Blythe glances over to Samm for a long moment before looking back to [B]Samm[/B], "Not like he's going to harm the touched anyways." sighs and stands moving over close to Samm and in a comanding voice he can't refuse. "Samm. " [B]Samm[/B] Whimpers as blood pours from his wound.(player decides he will leave that up to fate and a roll of the dice..even its a fatal wound, odd its not...using a 1d10). [B]Samm[/B] rolls 1d10: [B]6[/B] [B]Samm[/B] Drops to his knees whimpering horribly as darkness clouds his vision [B]Artur[/B] backs away, releasing the saber to dissipate into silver dust as he presses the now free hand against his wound. Blythe narrows her eyes on Samm before looking back at Cal. [B]Caldoryn[/B] resotres some balance in his body and looks human again. Stands with great effort and comes over to the fallen wolf, coming to his knees and brushing the fur on the side. [B]Samm[/B] Blinks slowly and growls as well..his breath is shallow. Blythe follows Cal bending beside Samm. [B]Caldoryn[/B] murmers in a low tone but clearly for Artur to hear, "You've crossed the lin of sanity. By nearly slaying one of ours, you've marked a blood enemy of our pack forever." [B]Samm[/B] Tries to get up, but cant..he closes his eyes as his breathing stops Artur says, "Do I look as if I fear such? You offered the challenge, his wound and his death is on your hands.". [B]Caldoryn[/B] grinds his teeth either in pain or in anger, "Out of respect for the dead, I won't continue this fight. Leave now." Blythe presses a hand to Cal gently, to soothe. Artur removes his blood-covered hand, the wound already beginning to close. "Your words have echoed meaninglessly. I am not silenced. And I will not leave. You threw down a challenge. The challenge has yet to be met." Blythe motions to Cal, "We need to take care of the body. " [B]Caldoryn[/B] looks at Blythe and can't bring himself to smile. Gathers his swords and dagger, sheathing them in his coat. Scoops up Sam in his arms and stands. Doesn't even look in Artur's direction, "You've turned a challenge into vengeance. We will have ours but you pale in significance to our family. Samm was only a day old in our world." [B]Caldoryn[/B] walks out of the clearing and away from the trail. [B]Artur[/B] says, "You called me a coward and now you run?". [B]Samm [/B]'s body slowly becomes normal in his arms. [B]Artur[/B] laughs. "Where is your swagger and bravado now, cur? You blame me for slaying an assailant in self-defense?" [B]Artur [/B]says, "You offered the challenge, without thought of the consequences. His blood is on your hands, wolf. Do not forget that.". [B]Blythe[/B] turns, following Cal. __________________________________ Thoughts? [/QUOTE]
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