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[FR] Seven Swords of Myth Drannor...[Updated 2-4...A Mother's Lullaby]
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<blockquote data-quote="Celtavian" data-source="post: 1154527" data-attributes="member: 5834"><p><strong>On the way to Myth Drannor continued...</strong></p><p></p><p><em>Eleasis 17, 1372…</em></p><p></p><p> A few more days passed as the eight companions journeyed through the forest. Besides being ambushed by a large group of gnoll hunters two nights ago, the travel was unexciting. The deeper they went in the forest, the less signs of civilization were visible. </p><p> </p><p> Holly and Braydin walked ahead occasionally looking back to see if Thourne agreed with their direction of travel, while the rest of the companions followed thirty feet behind. All were alert for danger save for Vaevictus who was deep in thought.</p><p></p><p> “I’m so mad at Kaela, Braydin. She is acting very unlike a lady” steamed Holly.</p><p></p><p> “She’s her own woman Holly. You need to stop watching over her like a mother hen. You'll drive her off if you keep on her about her business” Braydin tried to assuage her anger. </p><p></p><p> “I wouldn’t have to look after her if she didn’t act like such an ill-mannered child.” </p><p></p><p> “Sheesh, you are worse than Vaevictus and he is an actual Tormite. Lay off Kaela. She is doing what she wants.”</p><p></p><p> “Am I the only one that was raised proper besides Vaevictus? She shouldn’t be dancing unclad period, much less in front of Uthar’zen. How improper is that to dance unclad in front a man who is also unclad? You should have seen it Braydin. Phallon, Uthar’zen and Kaela dancing around like ill-raised savages, and Thourne not much better in her barely there silver gown. It was sickening.”</p><p></p><p> Braydin rolled his eyes. ‘I wish I could have been there. I always miss the good sights’ he thought to himself. “She’s an adult Holly. Leave her alone. I’m getting tired of getting in between you two.”</p><p></p><p> “I guess everyone’s on Kaela’s side. I’m just mean little Holly the prude.”</p><p></p><p> Braydin grimaced, “All I’m saying is that you need to understand that Kaela is going to do what she wants, same as you. And it’s not yours or anyone else’s business what she does. Now let’s keep an eye out and talk about something more interesting like what we’re going to do when we reach Myth Drannor.” ‘Besides’, Braydin thought to himself, ‘I don’t want to be the one to tell you that Kaela did more than dance with Uthar’zen.’</p><p></p><p> Little did Holly know that later the same night she caught Kaela dancing, her and Uthar’zen had snuck away from the camp. Kaela had happily given herself to the dark elf man staying with him until the early morning hours. No one else, including Braydin who had been on watch, told Holly anything and she was none the wiser.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>* * * *</p><p></p><p> Kaela walked with Uthar’zen and Phallon. She sighed, “What a beautiful morning.”</p><p></p><p> Phallon sang of the morn in the elven tongue. Her voice filled with joy and hope.</p><p></p><p><em><p style="text-align: center">“Bright sun in the sapphire sky, oh sweet pain unto mine eyes;</p></em></p><p style="text-align: center"><em>As I gaze into the skies, free from the queen of lies;</p></em></p><p style="text-align: center"><em>Dark maiden, dark maiden, I seek my place under the sun;</p></em></p><p style="text-align: center"><em>Where the green grass grows and the deer and elk run;</p></em></p><p style="text-align: center"><em>I have come, I have come, out of darkness into the sun;</p></em></p><p style="text-align: center"><em>Accept me now Eilistraee, in dark of night and light of day; </p></em></p><p style="text-align: center"><em>Oh Beautiful is the morning come, that brings the sun’s first rays;</p></em></p><p style="text-align: center"><em>As I begin anew my life, I’ll live above for all my days.”</p><p></em></p><p> “That was beautiful” exclaimed Kaela. “You have the voice of a songbird.”</p><p></p><p> “Thank you Kaela. That is but one part of a longer hymn that we sing to Eilistraee thanking her for giving us a rightful place on the surface where the dark elves once lived: replied Phallon, “Someday my sister and I will teach you the entire hymn if you wish to learn it?”</p><p></p><p> “Of course I would. Dark elves are wonderful, both the women and the men” she said while smiling at Uthar’zen.</p><p></p><p> Phallon chuckled, “Yes, but do not think all dark elf men are as Uthar’zen. He is the tallest, strongest and most handsome dark elf men I have ever met. And I have met many dark elf men. He is more like a wood elf in stature with the face of a sculpted ideal of elven beauty.” She paused to gaze upon Uthar’zen, “You seem surreal my love.”</p><p></p><p> “As do you my lady. Be not immodest. For you are every bit my equal, if not my superior, as a woman” responded Uthar’zen smoothly, “And Turami women are lovely as well, though I would be surprised if you were not uncommonly beautiful amongst your own kind Kaela.”</p><p></p><p> Kaela giggled, “Does he always speak in such a manner Phallon?”</p><p></p><p> “To women yes, to men…less so” she said, “Is that not so my love?”</p><p></p><p> “It is easy to speak well of loveliness” responded Uthar’zen.</p><p></p><p> Kaela and Phallon gave each other a droll look then burst out giggling.</p><p></p><p></p><p>* * * * *</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p> Vaevictus’s visage was grim. His thoughts burned with vengeance. His only wish was to find the murderer’s of his brother and put them to the sword. He paid little attention to the ramblings of the others. ‘Companions of necessity and little more’ he thought to himself.</p><p></p><p> His eyes fell on Holly, ‘Except for her, she is special and her sister is a Tormite. I would be shirking a duty to a fellow Tormite were I to let harm come to her. And she is good-hearted and caring… a worthy woman of good morals. Perhaps I will need to stay longer…at least for her safety.’ He silently swore an oath to protect young Holly while he traveled with her.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p> Celtavian and Thourne walked behind Holly and Braydin but ahead of the others. Thourne listened for a while to her sister speak with Kaela and Uthar’zen, then turned her attention to the forest while occasionally glancing at Celtavian. He walked quietly next to her seemingly lost in whatever thoughts lay behind his vibrant blue eyes.</p><p></p><p> “Celtavian, do you not find the Cormanthor beautiful this time of year?” asked Thourne.</p><p></p><p> “Yes, very much so” replied Celtavian.</p><p></p><p> Thourne waited a few moments hoping he would say more. When he didn’t, she frowned, “What are you thinking about Celtavian? I do not mean to be rude, if you do not wish to speak I will leave you be.” </p><p></p><p> He paused a few moments before answering to gather his thoughts, “I am attempting to calculate the static velocity of the mystic energy flowing through the Weave. The calculation will be necessary for my research on a spell designed to enhance the flow of mystic energy through the weave using myself as a conduit. I believe that for short periods of time I should be able to increase the Weave’s flow by turning myself into an attractor for mystical energy and widening the natural flowing strands of that make up the Weave. As the energy flows into me, I should be able to shape it to enhance my spellcasting. I have already taken some measurements, but calculating the static velocity of a phenomenon such as the weave is difficult at best. If I take enough measurements, I should be able to obtain a mean and a normal range for the static velocity of the weave. From there, I can devise my spell and test it against my data. My calculations..." </p><p></p><p>Celtavian continued on pedantically about mind-bogglingly difficult magical theory that only a savant could understand. </p><p></p><p> “Oh” Thourne blushed embarrassed. She was only vaguely aware of what it was he was talking about. She was a cleric and the Power she wielded flowed from the goddess Eilistraee, and required little more than faith to achieve. The Art, on the other hand, was a mystery to her though she, as well as most living beings who wielded magic of any kind, did know of the existence of the Weave.</p><p></p><p> “Once I finish my research, I will share it with you Thourne” he took Thourne’s hand in his.</p><p></p><p> Thourne smiled and held his hand, “I would like that very much.”</p><p></p><p> They walked along together hand in hand. Thourne was walking on air. </p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p> A sudden zephyr whipped up around Holly. The wind gently pulled her west and a deep windy voice within it said “Come”. </p><p></p><p> “Braydin…everyone…follow me” Holly shouted as she let the wind take her.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Celtavian, post: 1154527, member: 5834"] [b]On the way to Myth Drannor continued...[/b] [i]Eleasis 17, 1372…[/i] A few more days passed as the eight companions journeyed through the forest. Besides being ambushed by a large group of gnoll hunters two nights ago, the travel was unexciting. The deeper they went in the forest, the less signs of civilization were visible. Holly and Braydin walked ahead occasionally looking back to see if Thourne agreed with their direction of travel, while the rest of the companions followed thirty feet behind. All were alert for danger save for Vaevictus who was deep in thought. “I’m so mad at Kaela, Braydin. She is acting very unlike a lady” steamed Holly. “She’s her own woman Holly. You need to stop watching over her like a mother hen. You'll drive her off if you keep on her about her business” Braydin tried to assuage her anger. “I wouldn’t have to look after her if she didn’t act like such an ill-mannered child.” “Sheesh, you are worse than Vaevictus and he is an actual Tormite. Lay off Kaela. She is doing what she wants.” “Am I the only one that was raised proper besides Vaevictus? She shouldn’t be dancing unclad period, much less in front of Uthar’zen. How improper is that to dance unclad in front a man who is also unclad? You should have seen it Braydin. Phallon, Uthar’zen and Kaela dancing around like ill-raised savages, and Thourne not much better in her barely there silver gown. It was sickening.” Braydin rolled his eyes. ‘I wish I could have been there. I always miss the good sights’ he thought to himself. “She’s an adult Holly. Leave her alone. I’m getting tired of getting in between you two.” “I guess everyone’s on Kaela’s side. I’m just mean little Holly the prude.” Braydin grimaced, “All I’m saying is that you need to understand that Kaela is going to do what she wants, same as you. And it’s not yours or anyone else’s business what she does. Now let’s keep an eye out and talk about something more interesting like what we’re going to do when we reach Myth Drannor.” ‘Besides’, Braydin thought to himself, ‘I don’t want to be the one to tell you that Kaela did more than dance with Uthar’zen.’ Little did Holly know that later the same night she caught Kaela dancing, her and Uthar’zen had snuck away from the camp. Kaela had happily given herself to the dark elf man staying with him until the early morning hours. No one else, including Braydin who had been on watch, told Holly anything and she was none the wiser. * * * * Kaela walked with Uthar’zen and Phallon. She sighed, “What a beautiful morning.” Phallon sang of the morn in the elven tongue. Her voice filled with joy and hope. [i][center]“Bright sun in the sapphire sky, oh sweet pain unto mine eyes; As I gaze into the skies, free from the queen of lies; Dark maiden, dark maiden, I seek my place under the sun; Where the green grass grows and the deer and elk run; I have come, I have come, out of darkness into the sun; Accept me now Eilistraee, in dark of night and light of day; Oh Beautiful is the morning come, that brings the sun’s first rays; As I begin anew my life, I’ll live above for all my days.”[/center][/i] “That was beautiful” exclaimed Kaela. “You have the voice of a songbird.” “Thank you Kaela. That is but one part of a longer hymn that we sing to Eilistraee thanking her for giving us a rightful place on the surface where the dark elves once lived: replied Phallon, “Someday my sister and I will teach you the entire hymn if you wish to learn it?” “Of course I would. Dark elves are wonderful, both the women and the men” she said while smiling at Uthar’zen. Phallon chuckled, “Yes, but do not think all dark elf men are as Uthar’zen. He is the tallest, strongest and most handsome dark elf men I have ever met. And I have met many dark elf men. He is more like a wood elf in stature with the face of a sculpted ideal of elven beauty.” She paused to gaze upon Uthar’zen, “You seem surreal my love.” “As do you my lady. Be not immodest. For you are every bit my equal, if not my superior, as a woman” responded Uthar’zen smoothly, “And Turami women are lovely as well, though I would be surprised if you were not uncommonly beautiful amongst your own kind Kaela.” Kaela giggled, “Does he always speak in such a manner Phallon?” “To women yes, to men…less so” she said, “Is that not so my love?” “It is easy to speak well of loveliness” responded Uthar’zen. Kaela and Phallon gave each other a droll look then burst out giggling. * * * * * Vaevictus’s visage was grim. His thoughts burned with vengeance. His only wish was to find the murderer’s of his brother and put them to the sword. He paid little attention to the ramblings of the others. ‘Companions of necessity and little more’ he thought to himself. His eyes fell on Holly, ‘Except for her, she is special and her sister is a Tormite. I would be shirking a duty to a fellow Tormite were I to let harm come to her. And she is good-hearted and caring… a worthy woman of good morals. Perhaps I will need to stay longer…at least for her safety.’ He silently swore an oath to protect young Holly while he traveled with her. Celtavian and Thourne walked behind Holly and Braydin but ahead of the others. Thourne listened for a while to her sister speak with Kaela and Uthar’zen, then turned her attention to the forest while occasionally glancing at Celtavian. He walked quietly next to her seemingly lost in whatever thoughts lay behind his vibrant blue eyes. “Celtavian, do you not find the Cormanthor beautiful this time of year?” asked Thourne. “Yes, very much so” replied Celtavian. Thourne waited a few moments hoping he would say more. When he didn’t, she frowned, “What are you thinking about Celtavian? I do not mean to be rude, if you do not wish to speak I will leave you be.” He paused a few moments before answering to gather his thoughts, “I am attempting to calculate the static velocity of the mystic energy flowing through the Weave. The calculation will be necessary for my research on a spell designed to enhance the flow of mystic energy through the weave using myself as a conduit. I believe that for short periods of time I should be able to increase the Weave’s flow by turning myself into an attractor for mystical energy and widening the natural flowing strands of that make up the Weave. As the energy flows into me, I should be able to shape it to enhance my spellcasting. I have already taken some measurements, but calculating the static velocity of a phenomenon such as the weave is difficult at best. If I take enough measurements, I should be able to obtain a mean and a normal range for the static velocity of the weave. From there, I can devise my spell and test it against my data. My calculations..." Celtavian continued on pedantically about mind-bogglingly difficult magical theory that only a savant could understand. “Oh” Thourne blushed embarrassed. She was only vaguely aware of what it was he was talking about. She was a cleric and the Power she wielded flowed from the goddess Eilistraee, and required little more than faith to achieve. The Art, on the other hand, was a mystery to her though she, as well as most living beings who wielded magic of any kind, did know of the existence of the Weave. “Once I finish my research, I will share it with you Thourne” he took Thourne’s hand in his. Thourne smiled and held his hand, “I would like that very much.” They walked along together hand in hand. Thourne was walking on air. A sudden zephyr whipped up around Holly. The wind gently pulled her west and a deep windy voice within it said “Come”. “Braydin…everyone…follow me” Holly shouted as she let the wind take her. [/QUOTE]
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