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Khaira 06-12-04, 10:20 PM	Far away from Agudo's School of Light and Magic, far away from civilization, near the empty Ruins of Hillsfar, we travel the encampment of the Army of Light. All is quiet there, almost too quiet. A fierce sadness seems to echo through the air, and a gathering of people are gathered as well, seated on chairs, in a roped off area. Tents are surrounding the roped off area, and outside of one, two guards stand outside of the entrance of the tent, grim looks on their faces. Inside the roped-off area is an elevated podium and a chair, currently empty. Directly to the left of the podium is a box, apparently for witness'. In front of the podium, and to the left and right are two desks, one for prosecution and one for the defense, with two chairs in each. In back of the desks are a multitude of chairs, all of which are empty right now. The whole of the Army of Light stands around, some sitting some standing, to ward off any risks that certain individuals might take to free the one under trial, Lady Khaira Amastacia. To the far left, is another elevated dias with six seats.
kulideb 06-13-04, 06:28 AM	The elf looked at herself in the mirror, gone were the tattered leggings and old blood stained shirt. The elf looked at her new clothes, a long red skirt, crisp (if a little low cut!) white blouse and a black bodice (if one looked closely a fine silver thread ran through the black bodice.) The tucked a strand of blond hair behind a pointed ear, she still hadnt gotten round to getting it cut and low her hair just brushed her shoulders. She sighed, she would be seeing a few old friends today she should be happy..if only the circumstances were better. She moved over to the exit, and lifted the flap on the tent stepping out side and began to walk over to the main tent, she nodded to the gaurds and waited for them to allow her in.
ruthia 06-13-04, 05:34 PM	Standing behind the trail area, dressed in white robes, Ruthia huddles in private conversation with her son. Malendor, wearing red robes, seems to be glaring angerly at his mother as they talk. "I don't see why we have to do this mother. Khaira is a great teacher, and an even better friend." "Hold in your anger son. We are not here to judge why something is being done, just to keep things running in order." "But mother, why should we allow this to go on. They are all our friends." "Son, your job is to keep the crowd and the people in this trail from getting unruley. We can't interfer. Your grandfather taught us that long ago, we do not interfer." With a huff Malendor walks away.
Malendor... 06-13-04, 05:39 PM	Mumbling to himself as he walks away from his mother, Malendor stands at the opening in the ropes where everyone for this trail will enter. He see's Kulideb standing there waiting and he nods to her. o O(Well thats one jurior here, only five more to go.)
Ramoth 06-13-04, 05:45 PM	Wearing a nice low cut silver shirt with a pair of black leggins, Ramoth walks her way into the main tent where the trail members are gathering. She spots her mother pacing the floor a short ways away from the entrance, her brother scowling angerly at the "Courtroom" entrance, and another jurior waiting patiently. She walks over and stands with the fellow jury member and sighs lightly. She could already tell this was going to be a long trail.....
Myranthor 06-13-04, 05:48 PM	Next to the prisoner's wooden chair, comfortably sitting, my frail back adjusted on another rare chair, barely found in the ruined, destroyed basements of some home, located in the deserted city of Hillsfar, I eyed my immediate surroundings, waiting for the jurors - those on which Khaira's fragile life hanged. Perched atop my shoulder, a black raven, Nyramithios, my esteemed familiar, nervously twitched its keen beak, touched, infected with the strong, contagious stress his sentimental master felt, gnawing at his body, gulping bits and fragments of his acute mind, cutting through his self-control. The dark bird's claws, at every one of his tiny steps, tore the wizard's luxurious robe : a forest green vestment, its borders brown, hinting of the subtle marriage melding the ageless earth and the brief leaves. The elf's collar, blinding, of a bright yellow, stood over these humble hues like a searing sun, a lone, vivid spot of light over a placid, temperate forest. Obviously, someone did not want to be recognized, again, as another loyal student of a particular school of "Light and Good". My arms crossed, my harmonious visage unreadable, I seemingly waited patiently, patiented over the others, wondering when they would arrive. Of those who could be present, merely two persons' opinions mattered to me. Clearly I recalled the past, dramatic events : Elvina and Malendor's sudden captivities, their fortunate liberations, and Kel'Rea hard, angry gaze at her rival's return. Overwhelmed by contradicting thoughts, by the differents, cleaved loyalties laying besides me on the bloody battlefield, I quickly escaped the lethal hopes of both women, vanishing into a distant, remote plane of my knowledge, wishful of discovering, once again, a sanctuary of meditation and peaceful withdrawal. A short day ago, Kel'Rea, whom, by some arcane means known of her, discovered my distant hideout, came to me, announcing me the imminent, swift execution of Lady Khaira Amastacia, Bardess Extraordinaire, by the hands of Fair Agudo, Headmaster of his own School of Light. Knowing nothing of the recent, past events linked to the School's bizarre fate, I once again left for another dimension, a coincidental realm in which time, the great equalizer, felt its stream slowed down, transformed by the plane's twisting energies. There I stayed for two weeks, casting scrying spells over scrying spells, crafting crystal balls after crystal balls, studying for many long hours the tumultuous events that lead to such a devastating conclusion. And there I was, along with the ancient brilliant teacher of the bardic arts, assuring her what I hoped would be a fair, decent trial.
Khaira 06-13-04, 06:12 PM	From out of one of the tents, a higher-ranked Guardsmen of the Army of Light steps out, and looks around. In a clear, booming voice, he announces to the crowd,"Would the Judge of the Court and all juror members report to this tent right away! The Judge of the Court and all juror members report to this tent right away!" Meanwhile, times is drawing closer and closer, as the sun beats down on everyone's back, and variou audience members are escorted to varying seats in the "Court". Khaira, who had been receiving advice and the like from her defense, Myranthor, may as well be defeated already. Her hair is matted with dirt and blood, whether her own or from the previous battle, nobody knows. Her head is stooped, her clothes are torn, no longer fine nor elegant. And overall, an aura of doom surrounds the bardess.She leans close to Myranthor, as she begins to speak with him. "Do you really think any chance stands of us winning this? We've already talked about the defenses...what about our witnesses? Are they coming, too?" Two guards from the Army of Light come to the defense table, as Myranthor answers the question. One of the guards puts a hand on Khaira's shoulder. "Lady Khaira, your time is up. Come peacefully now, we have to prepare for the procession." The bardess, slowly, arises, as if the burdens of a thousand worlds rested on her shoulders. Her steps are stumbling, and her head is downcast as she is lead back to the main tent...and then it is quiet once again, as people continue to file in.
Ramoth 06-13-04, 06:17 PM	Ramoth and Ruthia walk together to the tent that the annooucment came from. Malendor walks slightly behind them and places himself at the entrance of the tent, so that he'd be ready to annouce the court memeber to the public when it was time.
Agudo Archmage 06-14-04, 12:15 AM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongagudo.gif Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley Sitting at a make shift writing desk, several candles were burning. Smoke from the candles mixed easily with the scented smell of apple cinnamon, slowly drifting from his classic corncob pipe. He had on a simple white tunic, as he had not yet been called to the formal trial. Agudo the Archmage of Light, was busy writing a long letter, in his personal command tent, not to far from the proceeding. The mage pondered his words that he had just laid down, on this yellowed parchment. The blond haired mage then shuffled the many pages of his long letter; and tied a blue and white ribbon on it. Snapping his fingers a colorful rug floated up and over to Agudo, as he put the message on it. Then with a wave of his hand, sent the carpet out the door and to it destination. It was addressed to Bonze and part of its said. I am afraid that is all I can tell you Bonze. The rest you will have to see and hear for yourself. Yes I know I should have written more, during this difficult times. But that is the life of an adventure! Always jumping before thinking and so on. Never the less that is why your wisdom is needed at this grave hour. For I believe you can be impartial and clear minded at a time like this. As much as it saddens me, to see one of my closest friends, Khaira, on trail. I Agudo the representative of the Light, cannot let justice go un served. Even someone as close to me as the redheaded Bard. I must show the people that I do not play favorites when it comes to the law. Please hurry I have sent my rare and valuable magic carpet to bring you. Your friend Agudo the Archmage of Light
Myranthor 06-14-04, 07:14 AM	Leaning above the elf maiden's pointed ear, I whispered : "Don't worry. Everything shall happen without problems. Especially since..." "Lady Khaira, your time is up. Come peacefully now, we have to prepare for the procession." The bardess, slowly, arises, as if the burdens of a thousand worlds rested on her shoulders. Her steps are stumbling, and her head is downcast as she is lead back to the main tent...and then it is quiet once again, as people continue to file in. I fatally accomplished, twisting my wrist, a simple gesture attesting of my will, surrendering its independancy to the fickle games of fate. Looking at the military officier, I mumbled : "And us, lawyers, are we supposed to join with the remainder in the great festhall, or are we shunned?"
Good Knight 06-14-04, 08:32 AM	The dashing radiantheart knight had just entered the trial tent. Wearing his finest silver and gold vestments, when the lowly bard passed him by; as she was escorted out of the tent. “Bards and their sad songs are written this way I am sure” The older slightly graying knights commented softly to himself. Turning he saw the young boy Myranthor. Thinking that the peachfuzz of the young magic user, had changed into his early manhood. Walking up to the table next to the former student of Agudo, in his green and brown-cloaked outfit. Keldorn Firecam nodded his head politely at Myranthor, then turned to his aid. She was a young elf herself, like Myranthor. Her dark hair and exotic chestnut eyes sparkling as she poured a drink into his goblet. “Thank you WindSong, tell lord Agudo that he will soon be needed” She saluted Keldorn and quickly did as she was told.
Khaira 06-14-04, 05:57 PM	The officer bowed to Myranthor, and nodded, before he led Khaira away. "Yes, my lord, your presence shall be needed in the tent as well. Make haste - it is to start soon." As the guard turned around to accompany Khaira back to the tent, he muttered under his breath. "I hope Commander Agudo knows what he's doing here...this bardess doesn't like she could harm anyone nor could have the capacity or morals to do so...but all I can do is follow orders." A rumbling sound is heard in the skies, and as all eyes turn to the skies, a few voices can be heard muttering, "Geez, another nice day ruined by rain!". However it is all but rain as Penelope Dragonfly's flying contraption comes soaring out of the air to make a none too gentle landing. From the ship, a loud, feminine, gnomish voice booms out, the voice belonging to none other than Penelope Dragonfly! "May way for the Patended #00001 Flying Do Hicky Glider! I repeat, make way!" What was probably intended to be a soft, graceful landing ended up being a crashing, tumbling landing, as the great, 40 foot long arrow-shaped contraption came to a skidding tumbling halt, resting just outside of the trail area. A door flew to the ground with a resounding "CLANK-CLANK-CRASH!", as a variety of people - mostly students, from the looks of it - files out of the flying contraption. Pixies, gnomes, dwarves, leprechauns - the whole bit! And behind them all, an elf, looking around hastily. He runs up to one of the guards of the Army of Light, grabbing him by the shoulder and shaking him. "Where is the Archmage of Light, Agudo!? I need to talk to him right now! This is urgent! Speak! SPEAK!" His last words were screamed into the guard's face, and though this elf looked like he would kill the guard if he didn't get an answer, the guard recalled that Agudo had given explicit instructions that he was not to receive any visitors yet... "Uh...well...um sir...he's...erm..busy, you see..." Evander Sunstrike's face flushed a deep red as he felt himself grow angry. He had had about enough of this silly business! "Busy? Busy!? Fine, then, I'll find him myself!" Pushing the guard away, and accidentally to the ground in his fury, the elf made his way through the tents, his head pivoting this way and that as he looked for Archmage Agudo.
Agudo Archmage 06-14-04, 11:02 PM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongagudo.gif Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley In a silent prayer Agudo head hung low. His thoughts were of all that happen in the last several months. The failure at Daggerfalls, the near slaughter of the Army of Light, by Messianica magic eating creatures. Kulideb being cursed by the fanatical Messianica… that in truth was in someway Agudo own fault. All of it wade heavily on him But most of all the fact that Khaira was now on trial for treason. She helped Kheldar to escape from jail. The man who murdered him! Just then a voice rang out from the flap of the tent. A poetic voice of an Elvin women, informed him that it was almost time for the trial to begin. Agudo shook his weary head, and slowly stood from the oak carved wooden chair. He recognized her as the new aid of Keldorn. After the death of the so-called Queen of the Elves, some of the fair folk turned to Fircam for guidance. She was one of them, and showed great talent in military organization. The mage had to admit, she had done wonders in helping them prepare for this legal case. “Tell General… I mean Prosecutor Keldorn that I shall be there shortly.” He bitterly chuckled, at all the titles flying about these last few months. Even Agudo the Archmage of Light and Headmaster, was given the not so proud name of Inquisitor….at least not to him “I wonder if that was a mistake? Would another have done a better job running this Crusade?” He mumbled this outloud, as he leaned over to blow out the candles. Not long after, the blond haired Wizard, stood outside his command tent. In his classic renaissance pointy hat that matched his school colored, Blue and White robe. Then taking out his famous corncob pipe, already magically lit. He put it in his mouth, sending the all to familiar smell of apple cinnamon into the air. With a motion of his hand, Agudo’s enchanted staff appeared, Its blue stone atop, sparkling in the early morning sun. At that moment mage’s cape fluttered in the slight breeze. Giving off a dramatic look to his over all Wizardry appearance. Walking along side of Windsong they headed towards the tent. A commotion could be heard as DangerFly landed in another dangerous contraption that gave her that name. Dust and smoke were sent high as the glider came to a rest. But before the Archmage of Light could walk up to the masterful Gnome of flying. An Elf ran out yelling for Agudo. Turning to Windsong he smiled. “Must be a fan” Then flagging down the mad looking Elf Agudo yelled out. “Over here my good man what may I do for you.?”
Naiilo 06-14-04, 11:24 PM	Standing a ways off, on a rise in the land that could barely be called a hill, an interesting being stood watching. The being's coat flapped open behind him, the gentle breeze pushing against the silken fabric. The cloak, black and opened in the front, revealed a a black satin shirt, un-laced at the top, revealing a hint of chainmail underneath. Around the man's shirt, wrapping around his neck, a piece of metal seemed to "flow" like a small stream around the well-muscled skin. The skin itself was bluish-green, not a sickly color, more a majestic shade, as if one was staring at the vast open sky through a reflection in a beautiful river. The man wore black gloves, and alittle of the chainmail shirt underneath the satin tunic's long sleeves hung below the satin sleeves. Black pants, baggy but not too much so, were tucked into boots that came up to mid-thigh, the tops turned down. These too were black. Upon his waste sat two scabbards, one on each side, which served as home to the being's twin rapiers (see the bottom of post for pictures of his blades, I like them too much not to show off :angel: ) The man's hair, seemingly forged of pure steel, hung to his shoulders, and his eyes, perhaps the most peculiar thing, even above the beautiful tinted skin, seemed to be sheets of metal. No pupil, no iris, just a sleek piece of shining silver where one's normal white eyes and color orbs sat. A smirk cracked onto the man's face, watching the scene unfold before him. Soon, he thought to himself, soon enough.... (check OOC for The Trial of Khaira for pictures and more in-depth look at the race which he is.)
Khaira 06-15-04, 12:19 AM	Evander runs up to the Archmage, rushing past the guards and the trial area and as he comes before Agudo, it appears as though he would either send Agudo to the ground with a hit to the face or proceed to yell at him, such was the speed and haste that this man made it over to Agudo with. However he does neither, instead, stopping to go down on one knee in front of Agudo. His forest-green cloak flies in the wind as he looks up to Agudo, out of breath. "M'lord Archmage of Light, Agudo *huff, huff* I come from your School of Light, and I come to you on one knee asking you of a boon...if you would grant me this one favor, I would be indebted to you for the rest of your days or mine, whichever should come first. The Lady Khaira Amastacia is on trial, this I know, I have heard tell of it on the wind and the skies. And though I know it is not in your power to dismiss a trial with such a heavy charge as a treason, I plead with you, I beg of you with my very life, do not take the Lady's life!" The elf opens his cloak ever so sleightly to reveal a harp and a moon, the Sign of the Harpers. As quickly as the cloak had opened, however, it closes. "She and I are of the same allegiance, Master Agudo, and if she is killed, then the world and our organization will have lost a great friend, hero, and bardess. Before you say no because your convictions tell you to do so, I must tell you, I personally know Khaira...whatever act of treason you think she committed against you, it was not because she wanted to betray you! Trust me...I have travelled with the Lady Bardess for many years, and many times she had put her life, her freedom, and her reputation on the line ...and sometimes more...to do that which she sees fit to do, for those she sees fit. Khaira believes in anyone and everyone, Master Agudo, even the most evil, cruel individuals! Yet, if you feel as though you must kill Khaira, I must ask you - take my life instead!All of her class whom has accompanied me feels the same way..." The elf then ceases speaking, and leaves it at that, as he looks up to Agudo with hopeful eyes, fearful eyes. He was putting much on the line, here and now. Would the Archmage imprison him? Put him on trial as well? Execute the both of them? Or send him to some far away plane to die? He knew not, but he did know that for Khaira, the grand Bardess of the Harpers, it was worth it. Meanwhile, a few of the guards members' eyes turn to the top of the hill, where the strange man was standing. Many of their hands went to the hilts of their weapons, as the few pointed. One guard stepped out and placed an ultimate to the man on the hill. "Sir, state your name and business here, or ye shall find yerself under arrest!" Thousands of thoughts crossed the guardsman's mind - was this a rescuer of Khaira? Some guard called from the planes beyond? Or something else entirely?
Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai 06-15-04, 02:40 AM	A large cloud desends, reaching much lower than clouds normally do, and doesn't seem to stop. It continues so untill it's not much higher than the dragons' heads, and yet it doesn't stop. There's an evident smell of fried bearmeat going from an indefinite direction, and a vbery soft ringing sound can be heard.
Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai 06-15-04, 02:40 AM	.
Bonze 06-15-04, 07:13 AM	An old, bald man, his legs crossed, his arms extended behind his back, holding his weight on the fickle, magical carpet sent by Agudo, looked around the surrounding landscape, scrutinizing the nowadays bloody ground, the battered city. Resignated, the wise elder shook his head, saddened by the foolish, radical means employed by his earlier acquaintance, a young man he already guessed was too zealous, too absorbed by his exaggerated moral duty. Already he had felt this, this rashness, this savage frenzy held within, compressed down over Agudo's heart, inhabiting the tormented souls of all who shouted "For Light! For Good!", chanting loud slogans instead of softly muttered prayers. The carpet, gentle as a breeze, went down toward the gigantic encampment, slowly circling in concentric cercles, stabilizing at a safe distance of fifty feet, 1 meter over the dusty soil, offering the invited priest and juror to leave the magical transportation device. Seizing his only gear - a trusty, wooden walking staff - the man walked peacefully, showing no weapons, towards any armored guards watching the encampment's perimeter.
Myranthor 06-15-04, 07:34 AM	When Keldorn Firecam, Glorious knight of the Order of the Shining Heart, came at my small table, I nodded to him respectfully, recalling dangerous, cruel adventures, an odyssey we both were sent in, threading through an enchanted, a cursed forest, only to find there a conclave of dragons, a scalykind council gloating over Star Bright, they kept helpless, prisonner. It was within their libraries, amidst rotten, useless tomes of yellowed papers and complete, impressive, but mundane encyclopedias that I found, on my first, real excursion, an ancient records of draconic arcana, of which I finally unraveled the mysteries during the last month. "We better be going, Keldorn, do not you think? There is so much time since we, together, aong with Malendor, Joan and Good Knight, left the school together, following an unknown druid to his forsaken glades. Do you remember that?" o O ( And do you remember, human, how I saved your life, when you were fighting, keen sword against fiery muzzle, with a red dragon, a terrific beast none of you fighters could harm, a giant only an apprentice wizard - me- could violently throw on the ground with a sudden word of power and a trusty wand? Recall all this, my friend. Remember this, and hold your blows, in front of the jury. Please, remember, and act with temperance.) Unless he doesn't move to the tent, I'll accompany Keldorn to the tribunal. In the opposite case, I'll go there alone.
Agudo Archmage 06-15-04, 02:42 PM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongagudo.gif Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley After the dramatic conversation with the Elf, from Dangerfly contraption. Agudo bent down to the green-cloaked figure, and patted him on the shoulder. ”Your words do not surprise me, nor the fact that so many of her pupils, from my school have come to support her. Yet what you ask is not in my power to grant. A judge has been assigned to the final out come of Khaira. The jury will hold great sway over the Bards life not I.’ Smiling more brightly at the man he continued. “Never the less, your gallant sacrifice, could be used more productively, by being a character witness for Khaira. Seek out Myranthor her Defense attorney, for he is an alumni of the Agudo School of Light and Magic. Myranthor was one of my earliest and best students. His wisdom is strong, and I am sure he will wisely except your offer of help as well as to have her other pupils, in this grave time. ” Standing the Archmage of Light, motioned for WinedSong to follow, as they continued their walk to the trial tent. WindSong protested about Agudo being so helpful with Khaira defense. But he gave the Aid of Keldorn a weary smile that said he still cared for Khaira, and would want the best help for his Bard friend. Suddenly the blond haired Wizard stopped and looked up. He felt the magical presence of his carpet, and more importantly the strong aura of Bonze near by. As the carpet landed with its important load. Agudo called over a guard, he told her to make sure Bonze was escorted to the Jury-Tent, and that all his needs were met. Turning to WindSong he shrugged. “It’s a shame that I can’t meet with my old adventuring friend Bonze. But that would seem like Jury tampering”
Khaira 06-15-04, 03:08 PM	The elf stands, now more confused than when he had first came. Was this the man bringing the charges against Agudo? Why was he helping him out so? Nonetheless, the elf bows to Agudo again. "I thank you for your time and counsel, my lord. And, if you would excuse me, I must seek out this ... 'Myranthor'..." Evander bows and nods once more, and then turns and heads off in the direction of the main tent, where it looked like many people were gathering. At the tent, he asks a guard,"Where can I find the defense-attorney, Myranthor?"
kulideb 06-15-04, 03:15 PM	Kulideb slipped quietly into the tent she looked round ,spotting some chairs she walked over to them. She rested a hand on the back of one of the chairs and sighed. It hadnt been that long ago she had been forced to leave Hillsfar, she had recived a message about Khairas trial as promised she had been allowed back. She wondered how Khaira was, it must be hard on her to be locked up she was such a free spirit. The elf glanced round to see who else had entered the tent.
Bonze 06-15-04, 05:28 PM	A young, healthy, armed man came by, courteously saluting me, politely asking me to follow my new, temporary escort towards the main tent, in which the sad, distateful event would take place. With a calm, apathetic pace, I went and grabbed my juror's seat, the improvised throne from which, above everyone's justice, I could decide matters of life and death. To me, however, the events, the shocking witnesses, the terrible revelations wouldn't make my firm opinion shatter, nor would dramatically change the final conclusion I aspired to. When I reached my destination, sitting on my wooden, shaky chair, I observed another jury member, an elvish lady, who, already, was sitting beside me, watching with a stern look the nearby excitation. "Greetings, milady" I said. "Would you grant my old, human ears, used and roughened by our harsh speech, the subtle delicacies of your elvish name, and the reasons that pushed you to accept such an important part in this sad event?"
Naiilo 06-15-04, 08:19 PM	The strange being walked through the camp, gathering glances that were more than curiosity. Many a hand went to weapon handles, and open scowls were abundant. The man was used to it, these people of the Prime Material Plane oft looked upon one not of their kind with a certain fear, a scowl that showed the fact, beyond doubt, that they were not only uncomfortable, but they also were scared of their position, scared that the strange outsiders would some how knock them off their comfortable horse and drag them into the unknown. The being spotted the tent that was going to hold the trial very easily, for it was easily the biggest and most guarded tent around. The guards though, were not expecting one not of their plane, and the Zenthyri easily shifted from the Prime Material Plane into his Astral Form, shifting through the plane, past the oblivious guards, and through the now in-substantial tent, re-appearing in the Prime Material, now sitting comforatbly in a back seat. He nods to the female elf and human male standing inside the tent, and slides his hands together behind his head, stretches his legs and crossing his feet, then lowering his chin into his chest and closing his eyes.
Good Knight 06-16-04, 02:22 AM	Myranthor "We better be going, Keldorn, do not you think? There is so much time since we, together, aong with Malendor, Joan and Good Knight, left the school together, following an unknown druid to his forsaken glades. Do you remember that?" Taking the last of his goblets sustenance, the middle aged but vibrant knight stood. “Why young Myranthor, you speak as if it was decades ago, instead of a few seasons.” Fircam gladly walked besides the young man, no longer seeming the boy he first met. “Its the tales of bards that you speak of.” He makes a dramatic wave of his hand, at the air around him. “It wasn’t so long ago that we left on the fabled, and may I say fateful trip. I still remember your classmates cheering you on, as we left through the gates of Agudo’s school” Elbowing Myranthor Keldorn grins. “More than one a lovely girl at the Agudo school, called out safe tidings to you my intrepid lad.” Walking along the dusty boulevard, of the now abandonee city; the two made there way through the open city gates, for the army of light tents. Still reminiscing Keldorn continued. “Ah, I seem to recall that you had the air of a young mageling, just starting in his mystical ways. Caring many of the wands and other magical devices. Ready to face whatever hell brought forth.” The Radientheart knight stopped, and gave slight slap on the back, to his companion. “But now look at you Myranthor! You’re a year older and yet you have the wizardly trappings of your old headmaster Agudo. Sure your still starting out in life, and your powers are not as strong as Agudo. But your elfin heritage, will give you a lifetime more than most, to learn beyond what human Arcmages could ever be” Looking at Myranthor up and down, smiling more and more, Keldorn shook his head in pleasure. “ The robes you wear, may not be of the blue and white of your old school of light. Yet the green and brown coloring radiates mystical power.” As if noticing the crow for the first time, Fircam winks. “In so many ways your like Agudo, even down to the familiar on your shoulder. Agudo has the famous talking snow owl and yours is a black crow. Lad, I know not what shall take place this day and weeks to come. But know this! As I am for sure as a knight can, as well as Agudo, or at least he will be; when he sees you again. From what we can see, we are truly proud of the boy, who is now more of a man each day.” They were at the inner circle of the trail tents by then
kulideb 06-16-04, 02:59 AM	A voice broke into the thoughts of the elf, she looked at the human male that had sat down in the chair next to her. She had been so deep in thought that she hadnt even noticed him walk in. She thought about his question, her name was easy enough as to the reason she had execepted a this postion, that was a little harder. She smiled at the man. "Well met Sir, my name is Kulideb and the reason I am here, to see justice done."
Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai 06-16-04, 07:00 AM	A large cloud desends, reaching much lower than clouds normally do, and doesn't seem to stop. It continues so untill it's not much higher than the dragons' heads, and yet it doesn't stop. There's an evident smell of fried bearmeat going from an indefinite direction, and a vbery soft ringing sound can be heard. Finally the cloud reaches the ground, and sattles deeper still, melting into the earth, or rather descending through it and on into unknown deapths. A fine stream, thinner than a human finger, of some thick, heavily green ichor sheds from the skye some twnety-thirty meters away from where the cloud descended - although no source that could shed the ichor is visible - and forms a sticky puddle on ther ground behind the jury sitting places. The streem discontinues soon, and a few more drops fall with a disguasting blooping sound, but then it stops finally.
kulideb 06-16-04, 09:12 AM	The elf turned round at the sound of a strange dripping sound. "What is that?" she muttered looking at the puddle that had appeared behind the seats.
ruthia 06-16-04, 10:20 AM	((OOC: Ummm...I'm confused??? What tent are the juriors and judge meeting in? I was origanally in the main tent, but Khaira's annoucment said to go to a differnt tent. Now Kulideb and the others are in the main tent again??? :confused: I'm a confused little dragon.))
Naiilo 06-16-04, 11:47 AM	The Zenythri, his eyes still closed, listens to the dripping, and, more importantly, the beautiful voice of the elf. A slight smirk appereared at the edge of his thin lips when he heard her speak the word "justice", but it disappeared from his face as soon as it got there. Soon he told himself again, quite soon.....
Naiilo 06-16-04, 01:09 PM	EDIT: Whoops, double post.
Khaira 06-16-04, 01:56 PM	((Blah.))
Khaira 06-16-04, 02:27 PM	((OOC)) Everyone is meeting in the *main tent*...that is jurors, lawyers, and the like. Khaira is in a different tent, being guarded by, I would assume, Tyrion and Rayek (speaking of which, I really wish they'd post!:eek:). The actual *trial* is taking place outside...referring to my first post on this thread.... Tents are surrounding the roped off area, and in one, two guards stand outside of the entrance of the tent, grim looks on their faces. Inside the roped-off area is an elevated podium and a chair, currently empty. Directly to the left of the podium is a box, apparently for witness'. In front of the podium, and to the left and right are two desks, one for prosecution and one for the defense, with two chairs in each. In back of the desks are a multitude of chairs, all of which are empty right now. The whole of the Army of Light stands around, some sitting some standing, to ward off any risks that certain individuals might take to free the one under trial, Lady Khaira Amastacia. To the far left, is another elevated dias with six seats. So there!
Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai 06-17-04, 05:18 PM	A particularily dirty cat is spotted walking around the camp, meowing rather loudly, climbing things thus soiling them with mud, and generally drawing attention. It becomes quite a nuiciance at some point, seeming to stubbornly favor the places it is being most furiously cast away from, returning to them again and again...
Pipers Youth 06-22-04, 12:29 PM	((Another jury member is now here));) The cat warrior who had been summoned at the Battle of Hillsfar was now at a camp not far from that location serving as a member of the jury. All that he had been told is that a Bardess named Khaira was being tryed for tresony and that his services would be required at a trial. Now Jedit (cat warrior) had been given his personal tent under Agudo and was found napping, laying on layers of furs curled up like a fat house cat. A guard had awoken him requesting that Jedit report to the jury tent. He now stared at the guard with curiousity. He stared with an eerie amber-green in his eyes. His face was a riot of tan, black, and white stripes, and white whiskers jutted from a blunt muzzle. The cat warrior had stripped himself of all his armor and clothes reveling snow-white breast and belly. The warrior now wore only a goat-hide loicloth with a crude bronze dagger bobbing at his back. Clearly the weapon was uneeded, for the lion sported black claws like chips of chert and white fangs that gleamed under his shortened muzzle. His eyes were the most startling feature, a vivid glowing amber with vertical green slits. The eyes of this cat brimmed with a man's intelligene. Now he had taken time to groom his mane and bead it into short braids from each side.
Khaira 06-23-04, 12:35 AM	Inside the tent, there was a big commotion. There were several guards standing around, discussing how the trial would go. Several were worried, a few were excited. "Is the Lady Khaira going to be found guilty you think? What will the sentence be?" "Well, obviously, she'll be executed; she committed treason against the Army of Light!" "I've heard tell that even if she is found guilty, she will commit suicide, since some of the others heard her say she couldn't live without Agudo's friendship..." "That's a pity; I had hoped, after I get out of the service to attend her class. I hear her voice and music is equalled only by Celestia and its occupants!" "Well, regardless of our feelings, we cannot allow our thoughts to be so impure! Our duties are utmost to the Commander of the Army of Light, and our country! Right now, that person is Agudo, and since Khaira did betray him, she must be punished..." Meanwhile, back at the tent, Khaira is alone - at least somewhat - with her thoughts. What would happen to her? Would she die? Or would she continue to live a live of supposed innocence after the trial? She would have to leave the school, for sure...... "Dark are these hours, that they may be mine to hold..." And outside all of tents, one elf, Evander Sunstrike, races against time while hoping against all hope, that he can find this defense attorney, Myranthor, in hopes to offer his services to him....
Naiilo 06-23-04, 02:29 PM	The Zenythri was growing quite impatient. He had heard the stories of Khaira, her beautiful voice and beautiful person, both in mind and body. He hadn't planned on travelling to the Prime Material Realm for quite a few years, but when word of the trial reached even his plane of existence, he had to bear witness. He smiled, sank back into his chair, his arms crossed behind him and his hands intertwined behind his head, legs stretched out and feet crossed. Larinthiose slipped into the mirror image of the Prime Material Plane, walked through the camp to the tent where Khaira was being held, and slipped again into the Prime Material. He smiled at the beautiful elf, and bowed low, sweeping an arm across and out. "Lady Khaira," He began, his voice and sharp but harmonious tone that sounded faintly like steel clashing against steel, "I am Larinthiose Demarko De'lavoi, Zenythri, and Rogue of the Planes. News of your ordeal has travelled far, even beyond the borders of your plane, and I couldn't help myself coming, being able to meet and have a first hand witness of the beauty of Khaira! Now excuse me, for I have been here to long." He turned and faded from view, halfway into the mirror plane and the Prime Material, so his voice could still be heard. "We shall meet again."
ruthia 06-23-04, 03:56 PM	Ruthia stands at the back of the tent ((C)) with her back to everyone else. She may not be alone in the tent, but she is alone in her thoughts as she deals with the conflicting emotions inside. Ramoth sits in a chair near the other Juriors who have now gathered inside the tent ((C)). She listens to their conversations, glancing curiously at Bonze every now and then, but otherwise atays quiet. Malendor stands outside the tent ((C)) as all the others enter. He watchs as some one he remebers approachs the tent ((C)).........
Malendor... 06-23-04, 04:28 PM	Standing facing the roped off area, dressed in the red robes the weavers on Pern had made for him, Malendor mumbles to himself about the foolishness of this trial. As he mumbles he spots someone else heading towards the tent, someone vagely familuar. But who. "Myranthor? Is that you?"
Good Knight 06-24-04, 02:20 AM	ooc thought my last post got lost in the other page so moved it here. Also I have also updated it to see Malendor calling out to Myranthor Myranthor quote: -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "We better be going, Keldorn, do not you think? There is so much time since we, together, aong with Malendor, Joan and Good Knight, left the school together, following an unknown druid to his forsaken glades. Do you remember that?" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Taking the last of his goblets sustenance, the middle aged but vibrant knight stood. “Why young Myranthor, you speak as if it was decades ago, instead of a few seasons.” Fircam gladly walked besides the young man, no longer seeming the boy he first met. “Its the tales of bards that you speak of.” He makes a dramatic wave of his hand, at the air around him. “It wasn’t so long ago that we left on the fabled, and may I say fateful trip. I still remember your classmates cheering you on, as we left through the gates of Agudo’s school” Elbowing Myranthor Keldorn grins. “More than one a lovely girl at the Agudo school, called out safe tidings to you my intrepid lad.” Walking along the dusty boulevard, of the now abandonee city; the two made there way through the open city gates, for the army of light tents. Still reminiscing Keldorn continued. “Ah, I seem to recall that you had the air of a young mageling, just starting in his mystical ways. Caring many of the wands and other magical devices. Ready to face whatever hell brought forth.” The Radientheart knight stopped, and gave slight slap on the back, to his companion. “But now look at you Myranthor! You’re a year older and yet you have the wizardly trappings of your old headmaster Agudo. Sure your still starting out in life, and your powers are not as strong as Agudo. But your elfin heritage, will give you a lifetime more than most, to learn beyond what human Arcmages could ever be” Looking at Myranthor up and down, smiling more and more, Keldorn shook his head in pleasure. “ The robes you wear, may not be of the blue and white of your old school of light. Yet the green and brown coloring radiates mystical power.” As if noticing the crow for the first time, Fircam winks. “In so many ways your like Agudo, even down to the familiar on your shoulder. Agudo has the famous talking snow owl and yours is a black crow. Lad, I know not what shall take place this day and weeks to come. But know this! As I am for sure as a knight can, as well as Agudo, or at least he will be; when he sees you again. From what we can see, we are truly proud of the boy, who is now more of a man each day.” They were at the inner circle of the trail tents by then. Keldorn smiled a polite if formal look to Malendor. "It looks like my to young traveling lads of old. Have come together here of all places. Just like at the forest adventure we were just talking about right Myranthor?"
Myranthor 06-24-04, 06:37 AM	o O(Yes, evidently, an elf grew from child to men over the course of two years. That would be like saying a human became an adult after 2 months of growth. How can he even say I changed? I didn't grew, am no bigger, and I am probably not suffering form the facial disease all human males catch at puberty.) When I noticed Malendor's flashy surprise, a small smile blinked on my lips, hinting at the sheer irony of seeing him, who was precedently captive, surprised of seeing me there, simply because of my hastened exit for another world after the gory battle that was necessary to save his injured life. "Yes, it's me. And flanked by Keldorn Firecam I am, even.You do remember him, right?"
Bonze 06-24-04, 06:50 AM	Fastly the priest glanced around, turning back behind both their seats to see a shapeless, blobbering mass of pseudomatter, a collection of alien material coming from distant, terrifying planes, realities so far from the Material plane that the most zealous of scholars, wise beings who could spend years studying it, would fall prey to the violent shocks of such difference, becoming utterly crazy. "Be careful, milady. We do not now from where that blobbering entity - if it is one - comes from." Gesturing rapidly, calling upon his faith to expand his vision of others' desires, Bonze's vision stretched, creating colorful auras around all those possessing vile, misplaced traits in their core hearts. (detect evil - yay)
Malendor... 06-24-04, 11:13 AM	Malendor sighed slightly then shook his head. "To tell you the truth I don't remeber. There's a lot I don't remeber acctually, though I've bee told there is some stuff that has happened over the last year that I might not want to remeber." A dark look passed through Malendor's eyes "I just wish we had been successful in killing Lioth, I don't doubt for a minute that he'll be back." Malendor holds the tent flap open then motions for Myranthor and Keldorn to enter. As Myranthor passes Mal, he whispers in his direction. "Good Luck Myran." Malendor resumes his postion at the tent door, awaiting for the moment of trial.
Agudo Archmage 06-24-04, 03:11 PM	The Archmage of Light took note of the others just ten feet ahead. Myranthor, Malendor and Keldorn. It truly reminded Agudo of happier times at his school of Light. The blond harried mage, could easily see Malendor and Myranthor, in the school library; studying away just before a big test. Agudo shook his head with a wistful smile. “Ahh to go back to simpler times” For some reason he just stood there thinking. He knew he should go in, but the thought sadden him.
kulideb 06-24-04, 03:44 PM	The elf waited while the man cast a spell at the strange puddle behind their seats. "Err..any luck?" she asked him. She could hear voices out side. "I guess it wont be too long till the trial starts."she said sadly.
Gallic Imalustriel 06-24-04, 05:30 PM	Riding on a muscular, impressively built, fastly galloping in the lifeless barrows circling around Agudo's familiar, war encampment, I continuously gazed back, behind the treacherous, clear trail I left, truly a paved road leading to the unfortunate,extenuated, unexperienced rider I was. Behind me, doubtlessly, were tirelessly running my endurant pursuers, three roguish wemics who fell upon me, greedy for fine, maybe magical manufactured items. Since hours, having surrendered any hopes of finding sweet rest this day, I continuously urged my robust steed to reach unequaled feats of valor, crossing the wastelands with only one, crucial hope : finding the martial encampment before nightfall. One hour later, sweating under the heavy sun rays, cursing, damning my despised cousin, the snobbish wizard who called him here, I came within eyesigfht of the massive collection of scattered tents, distinguishing the proud banners of Agudo's School of Light and Magic, down there. If there were ever any doubts, any bothering questions about the subtle reason that brought him there, under his cousin's hated influence, they vanished isntantly, immediately when his blue eyes set on the vain flags, reminding him horrors of war, fratricid murders, his own act of bravery, of unsurpassed cunning, popularized by the hypocritical Archmage and his clerical servant as an abominous treachery. More determined than ever, the lone archer set forth, going forward a group of armored, duty-bound guards, slowly pacing the base's immediate perimeter. "Hey, misters. I am invited here by an elvish man you might know, my cousin, Myranthor. The last time we both saw each other, we were only young toddlers, but if he didn't changed, he's probably easily recognized because of his meprising eyes and his ugly, arrogant smile" I said spitefully. In front of the armed men stood, perched atop a stunning white mare, a blond, blue-eyed elf, his skin emitting bluish reflections, like any moon elf's, contrarily to the radiant, golden skin, that adorned myranthor, a sun elf. (Obviously, Kulideb, Agudo and Keldorn can recognize him, as well as anyone he met through earlier adventures.)
Khaira 06-25-04, 02:49 AM	Indeed, the trial was not far from starting. Outside, in the roped off area where the trial was taking place, the guards were beginning to position themselves, and a motley crew of Khaira's students were beginning to assemble in a small corner, complete with instruments and music. Other last-minute arrangements were being made as well. And, as if an ominous signal from the Gods and Goddesses up above, dark clouds began to gather in the skies above, and thunder began to voice its booming disapproval... Inside the tent ((C)), guards were beginning to get restless. What was holding them up? Why hadn't the trial started yet? And - by the very Fires of Hell - what was with this motley crew of jurors!? One of the guards, a rather high-ranking one, from the looks of it, moves up to Ruthia, the Lady Judge of the Court. "Honorable Ruthia, are you about ready? And you, Jurors of the Court, are all of you gathered?" Many of the guards look to the graceful, gallant gentleman (or elf) before them, and not just one hand strayed to the hilt of their weapons...but when the gallant stranger mentioned Myranthor's name, some handgrips loosened. One man stepped forward; he appeared to be young and inexperienced, for no wounds marked his face nor even the grizzle of an unshaved face. But his voice was steel as he spoke to Myranthor's cousin. "Might we have your name, good sir? And would you like an escort to Myranthor immediately? What would happen to be your business with your cousin?" And in Khaira's Tent (A), the bardess' bloodshot eyes gazed around the room. This wasn't right, it wasn't supposed to happen like this. She was supposed to help Kheldar escape, and then slip away quietly, back to Agudo's School. Yet, here she was captured and bound, awaiting certain death, or perhaps something worse....Seemingly out of the shadows, a voice came and ... something caught her eyes. Her voice, though soft and injured, still held some of its melodious charm. "Lord Larinthiose, I thank you for your time and your presence. Pardon me, please accept my solemn appologies - my mind sorrows that the circumstances that we meet under are not ideal." "We shall meet again." The bardess murmured something to the rather disturbing, yet intriguing, entity before her, although she was sure that he had already gone. "Yes, I suppose we all shall meet 'gain, on the White Fields of Death, my Lord..." The bardess closed her eyes, then, and withdrew herself to a past, happier time. She hoped that she could again grasp those times. In her mind, she wondered softly how many people had come to see her. They should not see her like this! No, she must be proud - she must hold her head high... And not so far away, in the black, ominous clouds above, the shrill, angry cry of a Roc sounded, loud and close, shattering the silence like a mighty lightning bolt from the Heavens....
malik21 06-25-04, 03:49 AM	Malik,another juror,was getting restless.What was taking these people so long?He listened to what every was talking about.Some had already decided that she was guilty,others innocent.How they could decide before the trial was beyond him.
Pipers Youth 06-25-04, 11:14 AM	((Okay, finally in the main tent.));) Jedit now stood reluctent to leave the warm furs, and nodded to the guard to lead him to wherever he was going. Jedit really hadn't took time to see the camp due to him being so weary and tired, so he just napped like a cub in the warm tent he was provided. Minutes later Jedit and the guard were now at a bigger tent with several banners flying high. On the way here an elder women had gasped and seemed frightened of the large cat, and nearby three girls had pointed and giggled. Jedit was still not acustomed to human dress code and wondered if he should have wore more than his goat-skin loincloth. Now inside Jedit was puzzled at his surrondings and spotted what he guessed was the jury. He turned to a female elf that was seated and now winced with shock at this beautiful figure. She reminded him of his lover Hestia, the young couple had known eachother since they were cubs and since shared many nights together. Now Jedit regained his composure and smiled under white fangs that gleamed under his shortened muzzle," Is this the Jury?" While he was saying this he scratched his snow-white breast and belly and looked straight down at the floor, his tail going wild.
Agudo Archmage 06-25-04, 04:05 PM	As if the thunder and dark clouds had brought him out of his daze. Agudo blinked for a second then sighed. “Time to see the future first hand.” With that cryptic words, the Archmage of Light began what seem like the long walk to the tent. Just before arriving, he heard some commotion to the south of the tent grounds. As the mage stopped he looked yonder and saw the familiar cousin of Myranthor. A solder was already dealing with the situation, so Agudo took a deep breath and entered the main trial area. (C?) A page blew his horn and announced in aloud voice for all to hear. “Attention! The honorable Archmage of Light, Headmaster of the Agudo School of Light and Magic, Inquisitor of the Army of Light, Author of several well known books such as… (How to be a Wizard and Live to tell about it!) As well as …” The blond hair Wizard taps the Page on the shoulder, and shook his head. As if to say they got the idea. The Page became slightly embarrassed, and cleared his throat “Lord Agudo” With that Agudo made his grand entrance into the trial place. The Archmage of Light, long blue and white cape and robe was fluttering as if by magic as he moved. For there was no wind, as he headed for his seat. The long magical staff, taping on the ground, as he walked. Its blue stone giving off a slight glow of power. Agudo then took off his long pointy hat, and set it on the table. Snapping his fingers at the same time, causing his many jeweled rings to sparkle. A rainbow of light engulfed his staff making it disappear. Yet the Wizard stayed standing until permission was given by Judge Ruthia when she came out.
kulideb 06-25-04, 05:16 PM	Even from within the tent the elf could hear all the noise announcing the arrival of Agudo. She hadnt seen him for a while not since he had sent her away. The elf sighed and stood up. "Do you think we should all go to the court area now?"
Gallic Imalustriel 06-25-04, 09:14 PM	The tall elf dismounted, reaching once more with his mother earth, while nevertheless still holding his mount firmly by its bridle. "There's absolutely no need for an escort. I'd just like to know where I can find him, and I'll reach him by myself. Myranthor simply told me I should come around, as I would met an old acquaintance of mine, and see what his Elfishness described as "an event that would interest me". Might I enter? "
Bonze 06-25-04, 09:42 PM	The old man's pupils, mystically, shifted form, transforming slowly into tiny, golden whirlwinds, emblematic symbols of pure goodness, of his own, personnal views on all aspects of religion, allowing him to see through other creature's heart, scanning their secretive souls as he would understand their spoken words, gazing to the deepest of their vile desires. However, the aberrant, disgusting goo formed behind our chairs, resting motionless, amorphous jelly proudly standing under the magistrates' tent, didn,t exude any kind of alien, twisted, corrutped intentions, remaining pure in the eyes of the ecclesiastic. "Do not worry, lady elf. This...thing is not immoral. Don't assume it is moral, however. These alien matters are usually too strange to allow our sights to completely understand, not to mention trust, such unexplainable phenomenons. I suggest you to keep away from it, at least until it, in some ways, makes itself known as deprived of any agressive intentions. " Walking back, leaving the slime's area, the gentle cleric, continuously eyeing the extraplanar being, speak to the guard who spoke, answering his rather large question. "Well, I am myself prepared to accomplish the duty I accepted by coming here. Maybe, , while us wise jurors take position, you brave men might look into the unusual situation we have there, behind our precedent seats?"
Myranthor 06-25-04, 10:20 PM	I sneered, laughing scornfully when Agudo took place outside, announced in front of an invisible, imaginative crowd, his crier ready to divulge all of his many, numerous titles, small trinkets the archmage seemed to carry around as I carried countless scrolls, tied on my belt, clinging to his image and heightened reputation as a hangman would, desperately, try to hold the rope promising to strangle his sorry neck. "I do not know what we should do, lady Kulideb. I believe we should simply wait, and come when our names will be called, one after the other, and take the places that are assigned to each of us. " After these few words, I carefully trimmed my greenish robe, preparing myselfto enter the presently empty court. Already, as Keldorn already noticed, my features had changed drastically, gave a better impression, naturally impressed those around me, my already comely appearance now imposing a new sense of respect, a subtle deference I never yet inspired in the hearts of myfriends, or foes. Already near the door, next to the polymorphed red dragon, eyeing the surroundings, I witnessed the difficult arrival of my awkward cousin, exchanging, despite his quite limited verbal capacities, with the guards, probably trying to convince them into entering. Doubtlessly he would, given time...and enough chances.
Naiilo 06-25-04, 11:33 PM	Larinthiose was lost in his own thoughts, and barely paid attention to the booming voice that introduced the exceedling succesful archmage. A tumult of possibilities assaulted the Zenythri as he casually lasped into the Ethereal Plane. He hopped into the air, and layed back, suspended in mid-flight, layed back with his hands crossed behind his head and his legs out-stretched, feet crossed. What if it didn't go as it should? What if Agudo wasn't what he thought he was? Oh well, he thought. It would play out as it would play out. Larinthiose Demarko De'lavoi would live through it, and this particuliar event, although intriguing, would fade from his memory as everything else that had passed has.
ruthia 06-26-04, 11:53 AM	Ruthia sighs as the guard breaks her train of thought and looks at him. Just before she was about to answer Agudo desides to walk around outside the tent with a lot of noise and fanfar. "Very nice Agudo." Ruhtia mutters to herself with a roll of her eyes. She turns to everyone else in the tent. " Malendor will annouce everyone as they enter, but only by the role you will be playing in this court room! Juriors will remain anomious and after they have heard all the evidance they will ajorn to this tent to delibrate on thier dissicion." She turns to the guard and says, "I will trust that your people will make sure NO one disturbes them at that point in time." She then turns to everyone else and starts asking questions. Star Bright quickly enters the room with pen and parchment to write down the proceddings. "I know we already know who is repersenting whom here, but we need to place it in writing for the records. Who is repersenting the Defendant?"
Khaira 06-26-04, 07:05 PM	The head guard standing before Gallic merely, appearing shocked that the elf would deny him the privelege of escorting him to the tent. But he merely points at the tent (C). "I imagine your friend and relative is within the tent, or in its vicinity. The best of luck to ye, sir." At the same time that the head guard points Gallic in the proper direction of the tent, Evander Sunstrike, the frantic elf and friend of Khaira, hurries up to the tent where everyone seems to be gathered (Tent C), and approaches Malendor, bowing as he does so. "Good sir, kindly pardon this disturbance, but I must speak with the defense attorney, the one known as Myranthor. I am Evander Sunstrike, a long-time friend of the Lady Khaira, and I wish to offer my services to the Lord Myranthor in the manner of proving the good lady's innocence. Is he inside this tent? Might I speak with him?"
Agudo Archmage 06-26-04, 08:04 PM	((OOC D’oh! How in embarrassing! My apologies everyone, as some of you know, I have been crawling back from {Computer Death} Its left me unable to view the MOP as much as I want. “Like other peoples post.” I liked Ruthia answer…But DM-Khaira has asked Agudo to be outside in the trial place. So if it’s ok Ruthia. I have deleted the last post “Part of it” of talking to you. It will be more like what Myranthor said :P *Agudo was announced in front of an invisible, imaginative crowd* :ayyyy!: ;) Or better yet the outside spectators and guards))
Gallic Imalustriel 06-26-04, 08:25 PM	My steady gaze, following the guards pointed hand, fell upon the distracting picture of another elf, making me wonder, smiling, if this human's busy war camp would soon be overrun by arrogant members of my foolish kind, as, already, several eldars were known by me to walk, unhindered, through the encampment's temporary borders. Nodding to the protective guard, I continued my way, holding my magical mount by its strong bridle, dragging it effortlessly within the camp's boundaries, crossing the muddy ground toward the large, main tent, approaching the other, lone elf, who stresfully was arguing with a strong, statuesque man, barring the way within the official tent. Meanwhile, during these times, the already known, despised and pompous wizard has been officially called, loudly announced by one of his faithful partisan, unashamed to publicly claim Agudo deserved all of his numerous, lavish titles, never doubting, never wondering what, in fact, those really meant. Awaiting to speak to the red clothed guard, guarding the entrance to the main tent, I spat on the wet ground, unable to hold for much longer the intense disgust that bred through my guts, witnessing once again the egocentric passion the Archwizard had fell, long ago, victim of.
Naiilo 06-26-04, 08:42 PM	Larinthiose strolled casually to the main tent (C), barely conscious of the happenings around him, he was to busy thinking. He fingered his right-waist strapped- rapier's hilt idly with his index and middle finger, running his gloved hands along the intricately worked silver and up the length of the handle to the silver pommel. He almost ran into the guards positioned outside the tent where everyone was gathering (C, I think...) but a voice that yelled "Halt" brought him up short. Larinthiose flicked his gaze up unto the guard that mouthed the command. Larin's pure silver-sheened eyes were never mistaken when there gaze, even without pupil or iris, fell upon an unlucky victim. The guard muttered something incoherent, pushed his hand out alittle more as if that would push the strange being away, then sighed and half turned, presenting Larin with an open way into the tent. Larin accepted the opening, walking through it and looking around, first at the Archmage (if Agudo is not here, then don't mind this sentence), presumably named Agudo, then to the Judge, and lastly at the few juror's that were within the space. The Zenythri shrugged, sighed inwards, and then sat at the closest seat, relaxing into his usual feet stretched and crossed, hands clasped and back posture that showed he really didn't care.
Myranthor 06-26-04, 09:12 PM	After Evander's hasty speech, fastly muttered to Malendor,s attentive ears, I turned around, ironically grinning to the dragon's lovely mate, the pen wielding nymph, simply saying: "Well, if this young man didn't already answer your simple interrogation, I will be the one to defend Lady Khaira Amastacia in front of this court. " Charmly nodding to the fair stenographist, I elieved of my intense attentoin, eyeing outside, leaving the dense cover of the crowded tent, traveling in the distance, acknowledging both my saddening, renegade cousin's presence, as well as another elf, a compelte stranger to me, trying to fend his way pat our careful baillif. I approached both of them, directlys taring at both persons, revealing my presence without offering nor public words, nor intimate thoughts.
ruthia 06-27-04, 08:50 AM	((OOC: Ok Agudo, fixed my last post.)) Star nods as she writes. Ruthia smilies. "Very well. NOw obviously Agudo is the plantiff in this case. Who here represents him?" A quiet voice enters Myranthor's head briefly. o O(Good luck, friend of dragons.)
Malendor... 06-27-04, 09:17 AM	Malendor glances at the elf with only semi intrest. The one he was really watching was slowly walking towards the tent with his horse. With a slight shake of his head Malendor looks to Evander Sunstrike and says "Let me call him out here. Their in the middle of a pretrial meeting with the judge." Just as he goes to open the tent flap and call to Myran, someone ((Larinthiose)) pushes him out of the way! He goes to say something to that person Only to find Myranthor walking out. With a shrug Malendor lets the tent close again.
Khaira 06-27-04, 06:10 PM	The elf appears to be relieved, but only for a moment. One of his dearest friends was on trial here, and failure to prove her innocence could mean the loss of a great harp-player, Harper and, above all, friend. He bows to Malendor as he turns to go into the tent to get Myranthor. "Thank you, my lord..." But he is interrupted as one man strolls - seemingly rather rudely into the tent - and another walks out. This elf walkign out regarded both himself and the other elf, bearing a likeness to the first, with a rather intense look, and I couldn't help but feel humbled in his presence. "You...are the Lord Myranthor? Are you the one I seek?"
Myranthor 06-28-04, 12:52 PM	Suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere came a forgeigner, a man I didn't know anything about, passing through Malendor, shoving his mighty arm aside for a single, brief moment, long enough for both him and I to exchange places. Out of the tent was I, then, meeting, only separated by one ridiculously short meter, the excited elf that wished so intensely to meet me, the long-time of Lady khaira Amastacia, wishful to prove her innocence, to help me fight agudo's strange obsession over her. "Yes, it is I. What is it?"
Khaira 06-28-04, 06:58 PM	The tall elf bows to Myranthor briefly, and answers him, speaking quickly. "As you may well know, Lord Myranthor, I am a friend of the accused. I spoke to Agudo on her behalf, but he said he could do nothing - or, perhaps, it was because he *wanted* to do nothing. Regardless of which of those may be true, he instructed me to seek the defense attorney, Myranthor, which I see now to be you. And so, I find myself before you, pledging whatever services that you would have me do, in order to free the Lady Khaira. For a few years, I battled alongside the Lady Khaira, and so I know her quite well. If you need a witness, I serve you to those ends, but I leave the decision up to you."
Beljames 06-30-04, 09:34 AM	*beljames come into the tent and sits with the other jurors*
Myranthor 06-30-04, 07:06 PM	While the elf spoke, I smirked, amused at what he was hinting concerning Agudo's irreprochable concerns. "Ha, who knows with these mighty and incomprehensible archmages, so prone to raze cities with a snap of fingers, or to erect castles with staffs of wondrous powers? I am very pleased by your offer, must I admit, yet I do know nothing of you, and thus absolutely can't see in wihch way you could be useful for both my already planned defense, or Khaira's benefits. Unless..." Closing to the young elf, muttering under my breath, speaking so faintly a unattentive human wouldn't clearly understand, leaving my messages so faint only an elf could actually hear them, I said: "Could you tell me how are the relations between both khaira and her class? How do the bardic students see her, is she a model for them, did she inspire them, is she the one they feel connected to, more than to agudo? Would they massively leave the school, would she be found guilty? How would they react, would they protest in some way agaisnt Agudo? Do they perceive the accusations as wrong, or right? Would they see her labeled as guilty as an undeserved insult? Also, any testimony you could give me would be useful. I'd just like to know, beforehand, what you could give me as useful informations, without lying in front of the court. " o o ( It is well known how bards are silver-tongued tricksters, and how much of you enjoy stretching truth, only for a little time, in order to captivate, to enthrall an unmefying audience.
Evander-Sunstrike 07-01-04, 04:33 AM	Evander watches and listens as Myranthor leans close into him. He could almost smell the young elf's determination for winning this trial and setting the lady bard free.... "What to Khaira's students think of her, you ask? Well, friend, have a look for yourself." Evander motions towards the odd-looking flying contraption of Penelope Dragonfly's, as well as the masses of bardic students filing out of the contraption. "I have only recently been in the school, and I was standing outside the class as they were discussing what to do...I am no bard myself, but listening to their conversations, I could see and hear very clearly that those students have much love and admiration for their teacher. If the Khaira that I know here, on trial, is the same one that I have adventured with, I am sure she would have lessoned her class about the sacrifices that one must sometimes make for another. She has lived her life by that rule, and if the students saw such a man as Agudo putting Khaira on trial for what is truly good, in their eyes and hers, no doubt that there would be a protest and a riot...yes, I do believe that many of those students would protest and some would even go so far as to leave the school, if their beloved instructor were to be taken from them. Inside their classroom, when I heard them talking, it was clear that they thought this was some huge misunderstanding, or perhaps a case of a famous bard being framed. Believe me you, those students would take any and all measures to protect Khaira, as would I. But perhaps you are asking the wrong person; maybe you should ask them yourself. And, as for what kind of testimony that I would give, I believe that I would first have to know what kind of questions would be asked. Trust me; I am no moral-less truth-twister nor a glib-tongued bard. I am merely a guide and a protector, and for a few years, I travelled and fought alongside the Lady Bard. I know her better than any, save the Lady herself. I suppose I would just talk about the years that we travelled together, perhaps elaborating on the Lady's kindness, her resolve, and her self-sacrificing, liberating soul,and what have you."
kulideb 07-02-04, 03:41 AM	A few more people had entered the tent, the elf began to pace about, wishing she had worn leggings and not a long skirt. She wanted to ask how Khaira was but doing that would give away her friendship with the lady. She sighed and paced about once more a little lost in her own thoughts.
Myranthor 07-06-04, 08:21 PM	For a long time, I gazed at man's eyes, directly, waiting as he spoke, delving into the core of his intimate self, penetrating the ridiculous defenses most tried to hold against intruders behind a common, social mask. "Thank you very much. I'll probably call you in front of the court.Probably even in the beginning, so that you can set the tone, and give Khaira a favorable light before the accusations start running on her like an acidic rain over a tended, enchanted glade, which beauty, untouched since eons, would irrevocably be dramatically tarnished by the horrible doing of humans' disruptive magics. Please remain around, you'll be needed soon. Is there anything else I may do for you, or am I now free to speak with that other man, patiently waiting behind you?"
Khaira 07-06-04, 09:40 PM	Evander bows and nods to Myranthor, the thankful look of gratitude in his eyes and face. The plans were in motion, and it looked like now all they had to do was fight for the bardess' life. And fight, they would...His hand strayed to the sword at his back, and though it might very well bring death upon him, he would kill everyone in the area if he had to, in order to free Khaira...Snapping out of his thoughts, he realized that the defense attorney was still asking him if he needed anythign else... "By all means, good Lord Myranthor, do not let me stand in your way. I am done; worry not about me." He bows again, and then steps aside, walking off to speak with the whole class of bardic students...
Gallic Imalustriel 07-07-04, 09:10 AM	Finally, both elves in front of I separated, my vain cousin leaving his golden sibling,s company, finishing his long, lengthy conversation to finally, altruistically, acknowledge my presence. Next to each other, we lowered our angulous heads, bowing our bodies in an eternal, traditionnal salute shared by the forgotten ancestors of our prize lineage, while reciting the noble, esteemed words of formal greetings. "All the pleasure's yours, that's for certain." I said to my disliked cousin. "I am disenchanted to meet you." "A sad tale for a wizard." "We elves believe it more fortunate to have once felt the mystic flow of arcane eneergies in our pulsating bloodstream than to have never been able to figure out how to cast even the simplest cantrips." "But who ever asked what you elves did think?" Suddenly, Myranthor's jaw clenched, grew squared, a view that would have been comical, given his fine elvish features, if I had not knew that my last attack, in which I clearly stated I didn't view myself as one of the naive tree-huggers anymore, struck him hard. A mocking smile danced upon my lips, wihle my eyes manifestly showed signs of the greatest excitement. A bolt of terror, a shocking view struck me, however, when my cunning cousin rose his hand into the air madly twitching his elongated fingers, white rays running alone his joints, summoning unknown forces of magical source, probably to punish me, to make me cry, regret my harsh, violent words. Slowly, I lost my senses, the bridle resting in my hand seemingly vanishing, disappearing, sucked into my cousin's outstrectched palm, as my mount, the white stallion, got sucked, drained away from existence. "Now, my cousin", the archmage said, smiling, "there is no need of so petty insults between us, isn't? At least, not in front of the assembled crowd, and especially not when I am about to enter my public functions. I really hope my magical mount helped you travel comfortably. Aulus is far, wasn't it? Anyway, it doesn't really matter. Just come with me, and sit down on a chair. Yes, this one. Myself, I'll be waiting for the trial to begin at my own place. I still don,t know when I'll call you, but remain here, and there'll be no problems. " And with these last words he left, after the cascading waterfall of words he successfully drowned me in, keeping me from arguing, from speaking, from making myself known to civilians and soldiers, as if he simply greeted an anonymous stranger, or a lifelong friend, rather than a despicable, spiteful cousin that rejected he and all he unashamedly represented.
ruthia 07-12-04, 11:04 AM	Just as Ruthia was starting to get impatient a gong goes off. Ruthia turns to everyone in the tent and says "Well thats the signal, we all need to go to the trial area. Juriors first, then Kheldor and Myranthor, last Malendor and me. When we're all settled in I'll tell the guards to bring in Khaira." With that said Ruthia motions for the Jurior to start filling out. Kulideb is the first to stand and leave the tent, then sits herself in the first chair in the juriors box. Malendor stands just outside the court area and shouts "QUIET PLEASE. THE TRIAL OF AGUDO VS KHAIRA WILL NOW COMMENCE! PLEASE REMAIN QUIET AS THE JURIORS ENTER THE COURT ROOM." ((There, now people can start going out and Kulideb is already set for the trail to.))
malik21 07-12-04, 11:16 AM	Malik files in with the jurors and sits down looking on intently
Bonze 07-12-04, 07:41 PM	"QUIET PLEASE. THE TRIAL OF AGUDO VS KHAIRA WILL NOW COMMENCE! PLEASE REMAIN QUIET AS THE JURIORS ENTER THE COURT ROOM." At such an impressive display of contained, irrepressed fury, I calmly smiled, a large grin disguising my usually serene visage into a mischievous mask of mild amusement, a fulfilling joy, a consuming sap running through my pulsating veins, as I witnessed the impatient young man, the stressed, vivid boy scream, covering the vacarm dwelling under the tent, hoping to throw out of the fragile, temporary building the crowd dathered within. Witnessing the lady elf leaving the cover of this martial house, I accompanied her evanescent tracks, following her, extremely scrupulous not to upset the resident decorum, taking a simple, brief pause to glance behind my back, spotting the fluid goo vanishing, melting, oozing in the gound's crevices, disappearing from wise jurors and deadly soldiers alike*. Outside, while walking, using my long, ornated staff of gnawed wood to walk, I remarked two sun elves, already sitting, comfortably, one respectufully eyeing the coming assembly, the other disdainfully adverting his sensible eyes form a vision far too shocking for his sensible, destructive mind. * OOC: I took the liberty opf making Streetcat's character disappear temporarily. If he wants to come back, he could do so easily, without upsetting the verisimilitude of the adventure. However, having an extraplanar pudding laying around was something that could disturb a few unprepared sights. Such criterias triggered my decision, and made me think it would be better to have him dwell in ant tunnels until he comes back IRL.
Good Knight 07-12-04, 10:45 PM	It was time for truth, and Keldorn was more than ready for this moment. Leaving the tent boldly, the brave knight enters the waiting trail area. Shaking hands with Agudo, he then awaits the others to enter as well. ooc lost count on who is in the jurry. Just say my post took place, after the others in the jurry came in.
Khaira 07-13-04, 01:38 AM	Back in the tent of the bardess, Khaira heard the trumpets initiating the start of the ceremony of the procession for the trial start. Soon, she would be led up - shackled, prodded, and shamed before all. Dark thoughts lingered in her mind - what would the archmage, her dear friend, do? Would she be placed upon the executioner's block as an example? Would her memory be erased by some vast magical means? Would she be imprisoned for all time, tortured by painful memories? Or, by some blessed act of the Gods, would she regain her freedom? Even now, she felt the connection of Nyphistria, her companion and harp drawing farther away, so very much farther away...at times, she saw vast sceneries; forests and plains and mountains and - every now and then - her rival, whom carried the trophy of the once renowned bard, Nyphistria, her harp. Chained, shackled, and guarded, the bardess, sick with guilt and almost delirium, began to talk to herself. "Even if I am found innocent, will Agudo ever trust me again? If I am not exiled from the school, I shall have to leave on my own. I must regain my harp back and ... after that ... I may journey once again..." The guards looked back at her, with worried looks. Agudo would not be happy if she were to die now...she needed healing, for wounds still labored her body and mind. The both of them had watched Khaira perform before, with a dazzling smile, mesmerizing dances, and entrancing music. Now, she may as well ahve been another person. Dirt and the dried blood of a battle long gone traced her frail, skin, giving it a pale, almost deathly tint. The light was gone from her eyes, and she may as well have been dead. Indeed, perhaps she was already on that path...One guard, a superior, turned to the other, motioning with his head back at the sick bardess. "Go fetch Agudo! Ask the Lord Archmage if there is a cleric around that can attend to the bardess, who is to go under trial. She may very well be dying, and be dead before the trial e'en starts! Hurry!" The guard nodded, and began to run helter-skelter for the tent where Agudo must be gathered, running into a guard here, and a guard there, but making haste as fast as he could. Once he gets to the tent where Malendor is presumably standing guard, he begins to shout. "Get the Lord Archmage! We need a cleric, for the heavenly Bardess Khaira whom is under trial may very well die before she goes on trial!"
Voll 07-13-04, 02:07 AM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portvoll.gif "HA! Greetings my good friends and fellow jurors!" A large muscle bound man with short orange hair and a scraggy beard enters the Juror’s Tent, making his way to the seats. His long white overcoat trails lazily behind him while his proudly polished shoulder pads gleam brilliantly in the morning light. A small golden "smiley face" pendent dangles loosely around the man's neck, and a enormous bastard sword and large shield hang securely fastened to his back. Voll removes both the sword and shield once he finds a place to sit and sets them beside his seat. The giant of a man then looks to the person sitting beside him and offers him a friendly smile and a hearty handshake. "Hi zhere! My name's Voll, good sir. And who might I have za pleasure of sitting beside on zhis fine day?" Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley
Pipers Youth 07-13-04, 02:49 AM	Seeing the large muscle bound man appear in the juror tent and take a seat, made Jedit feel the trial was about to begin sortly. The cat warrior returned the handshake hartly," Welcome Voll, my name is Jedit Ojanen of Efrava. Tell me friend, do you also seek trial for Khaira the bardess?" I was there myself at the Battle of Hillsfar where the young bardess was first convicted of her crime. It's so terrible, aye? The women was even a teacher at Agudo's School of Light and Magic. "
Voll 07-13-04, 03:43 AM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portvoll.gif ". . .Ja. . ." The large man solemnly nodded his head. "From vhat I hear, a lot of folks are opposed this zhis whole trial. Zhey believe zhat vhat Head Master Agudo is doing is vrong." Voll leaned over and looked towards the tent where the acclaimed archmage was seated. The man appeared to be preparing himself for the trial like everyone else. He looked no more cheerful than his peers. Voll let out a sigh. "But who knows. Right? I know zhat I certainly don't! I'm not familiar vith any of zhese characters or vhat took place during za fighting. Perhaps zhat is why I vas asked to par-take in zhis trial. Hmm? Because I have no outside knowledge or biases towards vhat happened or who vas involved?" Voll pondered on that thought as he tried to readjust his position in his seat. Unfortunately, the chair was much too small to support his larger frame and no position was appearing to be any more comfortable than the last. "I guess ve'll have to vait and see. Ja? At any rate, I'm glad to be in za fine company of a good 'Half-Kitty' such as yourself. Tell me, Good Jedit, vas it your father who enveloped vith a kitty-cat, or vas it you're mother who vas za cat lover?" Finding a position that he finally liked, Voll looked down at Jedit donning an expression that was as curious as it was serious. Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley
Ramoth 07-13-04, 09:38 AM	The lady with long silver hair sat with a bowed head as the other juriors talked around her. She only looked up when her brother announced into the trial area that the trial was about to start. Ramoth stands and begins to walk out of the tent ((C)). Just then a gentleman takes her arm. Ramoth looks at him ((Beljames)) noticing his well kept, short brown hair and strikingly blue eyes. "Allow me to walk you to the courtroom my fellow Jurior." Ramoth just nods her head and allows herself to be lead out. The two of them sit just behind Kulideb in the jurior box.
Good Knight 07-13-04, 01:12 PM	Hearing the guard plea for help. Lord Keldorn tuned with dismay in his eyes. “Khaira can’t die! She must wait until after she is given a fair trail; then the bard woman may be hung.” Slapping his left hand into the palm of his right. The knight turned red face. “This is preposterous, if not a deliberate attempt to circumvent the court.”
Agudo Archmage 07-13-04, 03:51 PM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongagudo.gif Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley The trial seems to be going along. The jury was making their way in. Even Keldorn now stood by his side. Everyone was waiting patiently for the judge to enter; when all of a sudden, some yelled out Khaira gravelly ill. “No! How? Why? Did the treacherous assassin Kheldar, strike once more?” Not waiting for answers Agudo rushed by the other spectators, to where Khaira lay. Holding her shackled form, the Archmage of Light spoke desperately. “Khaira speak to me! What has happen?” Turning to a guard, Agudo orders him to go to the docks and find the Cleric Leetah. She was setting sail this day, with her teacher, back to Waterdeep. “I pray we are not to late.”
Khaira 07-13-04, 06:32 PM	In a delirious state of mind, her forehead giving off an intense sweaty heat, Khaira mumbles for a while incoherently, before finally beginning to make sense. "Father, you came back for me ... I knew you would ... is Mother with you, too? I hope that Jhelana forgives me, Father ... for what I did....I am sorry, Father...I guess my performance is at an end....." The guard, seeing Agudo order for someone to go get Leetah, runs off at full speed towards the docks, where Leetah presumably is. "My Lady! Gracious Holy One of Pelor, your assistance is required - the Lady Khaira is to go onto trail, but she has fallen into sick delirium. The Lord Agudo requests your healing abilities as soon as you are able!"
Malendor... 07-13-04, 06:33 PM	Malendor had been standing at the entrance to the trial grounds when the guard came running for Agudo yelling that Khaira was ill. He watched as Agudo went with him to Khaira' tent , then a guard came running back out with a paniciked look. Malendor took that to mean the worst and jogged to Myranthor's side. "Myran! You had better head over to the tent their keeping Khaira in. Sounds like she's really sick and I think you had better go there incase someone thinks shes just trying to get out of the trial." Malendor mumbles under his breath with a little hiss of disgust. "Like Keldron sssoooo eliguently put it" Malendor starts walking away from Myran and heads back to the his area to see if the other juriors had entered yet. He nods his head politely to Bonze as he passes him on the way, parting some of the crowd with a slight shove to allow Bonze to get to his place at the Juriors box. Malendor then stands there waiting for the rest to enter.
Bonze 07-13-04, 07:52 PM	I sat next to the lady elf I grew fond of following, observing her smallest gestures, merging with her gray, translucent shadow, a deep, dark shape, which aura seemed more profund than what it should have been. However, another man already made his the only chair adjacent to hers, leaving me to sit anywhere that woud please me. Silent I remained, observing the little, improvised court, detailing one after one the other jurors: a large, impressive man, whose belt held a repulsive weapon, a silver haired, silver clad woman most young men would've found beautiful, pure diamond illuminating with its soft radiance the dirtiest coal mines, a humanoid, feline creature, supple beast whose eyes were shocking, greenish pupils hiding within gigantic irises, piercing suns socketed into its skulls, and an anonymous man, completely clopthed in brown. As I passed next to the dedicated bailliff, the same interesting man who, with a ringing roar, made all of our little company leave the tent's crowded interior, while he spoke to a proud, serious sun elf, I irreverently catched glimpse of their alarming conversation, cry to help for the accused Lady. Swiftly, throwing my useless staff to the dusty ground, I ran to the lying bard, my sudden appearance soothening nearby persons*, immediately appeasing the agitated minds, the troubled souls. Kneeling next to the ill woman, extending my outstretched palm ver her sweaty, feverish forehead, I mumbled an old, universal prayer, shared by every community, a potent spell, conjuring positive energy to bolster the bardess' decaying forces. ² * Bonze is surrounded by a 20 ft. radius aura of calm emotions, that can be resisted (if wished), against a will save of DC 16. ²Heal.
Myranthor 07-13-04, 08:28 PM	A brow risen on my forehead, I turned around, interestingly glancing at the polymorphed red dragon, a tricky, cunning spark ignited within the deep fireplaces that ere my eyes. "Elegantly, you say so sarcastically? What do you mean, would you believe the estimated prosecutor, the unprejudiced defender of Unwaving Law itself actually insinuated such harsh, dire words against a defenseless woman, struck by countless perils? What awful news...Malendor, my friend, would you take the difficult, the perillous duty ofm later, climbing on the podium, and repeating in front of everyone the few words spoken by my rival, Agudo's spokesperson?" After a quick, friendly wink, I left the Pern general's side, graspping the gnawed staff lying in the ground, to walk over to the elvish milady's tent, studying the intriguing artifact in the meantime, frowning, manipulating it, looking for any piece, any hidden clue related to its function. Nevertheless, I soon parted my attention from the magical artifact, studying closely the new situation, the bald, human adult kneeling next to the dying woman, a powerful, enthralling aura emanating from him, keeping me calm, pacific, despite the moment's gravity.
Naiilo 07-13-04, 09:35 PM	Late as always, Larinthiose shifts into the area and sits next to Malik. Instead of leaning back as usual, Larinthiose draws out a fine looking dagger and begin's spinning it through his fingers. The dagger seems to shift through his fingers rather than spin, as if it had the same properties it's wielder had.
Kanzeil 07-14-04, 03:51 AM	"My Lady! Gracious Holy One of Pelor, your assistance is required - the Lady Khaira is to go onto trail, but she has fallen into sick delirium. The Lord Agudo requests your healing abilities as soon as you are able!" The golden haired cleric offers the man no reply, she simply keeps her back towards the desperate soldier and stares up the ramp leading to the ship about to leave for Waterdeep. "Lady! Please!!! You are urgently needed back at Hillsfar! I caught a glimpse of the Lady Khaira just before I left. If we don't act fast she is going to die! Please my Lady! You can't go yet!" The tall figure standing before the shaking guard slowly raises a gloved hand and clenches it into a tight fist. The hand shook with anger. The Cleric then quickly whirls around to face the guard only to reveal that he isn't the priestess that the guard had accidentally mistook him for. Kazeil leered down at the trembling guard furiously. http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkanzeil.gif "She is unavailable you unobservant fool! I have already explicitly expressed to the Army of Light commanders that all my students are needed back at our chapel immediately! That includes Leetah you louse! Tell your Precious Agudo that our ship had already left by the time you arrived. Now Go!" Kazeil spun around on his heel and stormed up the ramp to the ship, trying his best to ignore the desperate protests coming for the distant guard. "Wait! WAIT!!! I was sent here by Lord Agudo himself! I can't go back empty handed! Please! It'll only take a minute! Just a minute! I promise!" "Our ship doesn’t leave in a minute. It leaves now!" "But aren't you guys suppose to be an elite group of healers or something!?!? The Healing Hand? Isn't that what you're called!?!? I heard you guys never refuse to offer aid when it was asked of you. Well, I'm begging you!!!" "GO AWA-*" ". . .Kanzeil. . ." The red faced priest was silenced by the voice of an old man coming from withinside the boat. The tone of the older voice sounded not all that different from the rustling of dry leaves. ". . . I have spoken with Leetah, and she wishes to remain here. . ." "WHAT!?!? But that's-*" "Silence!!! Her destiny is her own. You cannot hold her back if she wishes to stay. In any case, this young man is correct. The Healing Hand has never denied those in need of aid and it shall not start now! Understand? . . I'm sending her out now." A look of absolute bewilderment and confusion adorns Kanzeil's face until the young golden haired priestess steps out into the open and gives the baffled priest a quick wink. Leetah then briskly makes her way down the ramp and stands beside the waiting guard. Kanzeil's lips curl back into a roguish grin. "You are right Sir, we must not ignore their plea. Please forgive my rude behaviour good soldier. It would appear that my eagerness to get back home has betrayed my manners. May you please accept my most humble apologies." Kanzeil offers the guard a deep bow, and then turns around to continue his journey up the ramp. Once inside the ship, he immediately kicks the loading ramp into the sea and says "Lets go." The doors then slam shut as the ship quickly casts off. . . Leetah looks up at the guard. Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley
Leetah 07-14-04, 03:53 AM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongleetah.gif "Lead the way Sir. . ." Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley
kulideb 07-14-04, 12:04 PM	The elf snapped out of her thoughts, she felt like a caged animal, she halted her paceing and looked round, people were starting to make their way to the court area. She followed them, her arms wrapped defensively round her body. She stepped out of the tent and glanced round she wasnt ready to speak to Agudo yet and wanted to avoid meeting him. She made her way to the court, her head bowed only looking up as she head the whispered words. "the lady is dying" that seemed to float on the air around her. She turned and fled heading for the tent Khaira was being held in, her heart thumping as she ran. Her breath caught in her throat as she saw Bronze kneeling next to her friend, she wasnt sure why but as she stepped closer she felt calmer. "Is the Lady going to be alright?" she asked in a hushed tone to Bronze.
malik21 07-14-04, 08:24 PM	Malik senses something isn't right.He looks around and sees Voll.He thinks for a second trying to remember who he was and suddenly seems a little nervous.He folds his wings in and stares at Voll watching for any suspicious movement. "Oh great,of all places to be I had to pick here."
malik21 07-14-04, 08:24 PM	dub
Naiilo 07-14-04, 11:15 PM	Larinthiose laughs and nudges Malik. "What's wrong little one, afraid?"
malik21 07-14-04, 11:18 PM	Malik ignores Larinthose and continues to watch Voll
Naiilo 07-15-04, 12:55 AM	Larinthiose smirks and then continues twirling his dagger, waiting for things to get started.
malik21 07-15-04, 01:00 AM	"Are you a demon?If not,do not bother me."
Naiilo 07-15-04, 01:42 AM	"Much worse, my little friend, much worse." Was all the Zenythri said, still spinning the dagger, it disappearing and reappearing in his fingers every now and then.
malik21 07-15-04, 02:09 AM	"Stop calling me little!!"Malik gets up and walks over to Voll."Excuse me are you........."he hesitates for a second "....Voll?" He forces a smile.
Voll 07-15-04, 03:56 AM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portvoll.gif Voll looks up at Malik and meets his small uneasy smile with a large toothy grin. The veteran warrior was perhaps a trifle unsettling to look at, but his grizzled face boomed with an open and friendly demeanour. "JA good sir! I am Voll. Champion of Torm and Slayer of DEMONS!!!" Voll reaches for his bastard sword and thrusts it up into the air, striking a pose akin to that of a valiant knight from a child's story book. "And who are you my good man?" Voll lowers his blade and sits back down. He then extends his arm towards Malik in anticipation of giving the good fellow a jovial handshake. Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley
malik21 07-15-04, 04:08 AM	As the sword is drawn Malik takes a few steps back and only steps foward once it is loward. "I am Malik, a Snomed and Legna."He shakes his hand and asks "Any demons around?"He smiles.
Voll 07-15-04, 05:00 AM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portvoll.gif As if on cue, Voll's eyes suddenly narrow into menacing slits as all hospitably promptly fades from his face. Malik can feel his hand slowly getting crushed as Voll tightens his grip. "Now zhat you mention it. . .Malik. . .I DO feel za presence of an unspeakable evil." Voll's unyielding hand continues to constrict around Malik's as he carefully inspects the half-demon from head to toe. A snarl slowly forms around Voll's lips. "Have you been down in zee Abyss recently. . .Malik?" Voll's hand gradually reaches for his sword. Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley
malik21 07-15-04, 10:46 AM	Malik smiles and friendly smile and says "Hmm....Well I have been to the Heavens"Malik partialy unfolds his angelic wing.Voll's hand should be feeling hot now as Malik prepares a fire spell. Malik repeats in his head 'And those that hunt thee down will fail' ((sorry ooc I'd say ok,ic i'd say no))
Naiilo 07-15-04, 12:54 PM	Larinthiose watches Voll with more than passing interest. His gaze shifts to Malik for awhile, and a smirk forms upon the silver-sheened face. This one is over. Larinthiose thinks to himself.
Gallic Imalustriel 07-15-04, 03:27 PM	Still sitting silently, eyeing the panicked, shouting court assemble behind him, all of them, even his loathsome cousin, around the small, private tent of the accused, I wondered about the senseless folly, the madness going on. Was anyone not foolish enough to think that, after a captivating battle, an apocalyptic struggle between opposed forces, leaving a wounded, sweaty, tired prisonner dirty, alone in a hastily built tent was the best way for her to recuperate, to regain her lsot forces, in a soiled environmment? Unbelieving this nonsense, I returned to my precedent position, looking in front of me, in the juror's small block, in which had recently entered a red haired, gigantic man, whose thunderous voice, betraying his otherwise threatening appearance, had him prisonner, unwilling captive of his...interesting accent. Suddenly he brandished his bastard sword to the azure sky, his mighty lungs proclaiming, high and loud, for everyone nearby to hear, vehemently, ridiculously theatrical: "I am Voll. Champion of Torm and Slayer of DEMONS!!!" Gasping, my blue eyes suddenly wider, I more carefully observed the man, the renowned legend, the incredible myth today standing in front of me, his weapon brandished. I had heard of the man's exciting hunting prowess, how he dared to descend, alone, amidst the agressive Abysses, his impressive might and his sheer dedication together focused on a clear, focused goal : the total eradication of demonkind. Since then I had imagined the heroic man to everywhere strive accompanied with a blinding aura of goodness, the flegmatic assurance of an invincible hero, not to be a burlesque, comical actor who thought natural, or casual, to show great force of arms to simply utter his own prestigious name. Hence I chuckled incontrollably. Chris, I made a quick jump to Voll's character sheet, and noticed usually uses a mercurial greatsword. Why is he wielding a bastard sword, then? Ho, Malik, could you please compeltely decribe how your character looks? Just so we know if his racial roots are evident for the csual observer, or not. Thanks.
malik21 07-15-04, 03:30 PM	((Here's a pick of Malik: http://animeshack.com/gallery/animegallery1/x/x02.html He has his wings folded in so it's not that obvious))
Voll 07-15-04, 07:34 PM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portvoll.gif "Zee Heavens you say?" Voll's words come out in sullen icy tones. The look of a hunter staring down as it's prey plays across Voll's eyes. "Ja. . .Now I understand vhat I feel. Zhis Evil. . .Zhis unbearable aurora of wickedness zhat perpetually surrounds you. . .It's all becoming so PAINFULLY transparent to me." Voll closes his eyes, looking lost in deep thought. A small plume of thick black smoke slowly trials up from his gloved hand. . . .- -. . .- -. . . "YOU MUST BE A GUARDIAN OF ZA HEAVENS!!!" Voll releases his grasp on Malik's hand and wraps his muscular arms around him in a tight embrace, patting the half-angel's back like how he would an old combat buddy. "Oh! How it warms my heart to be in za fine company of a righteous defender against evil! I imagine a great warrior like you has slayed countless legions of demons in his time!" Voll lets go of Malik and sits back in his chair, wiping a small tear from his eye. "You may vant to consider taking a bath once zhis trial is over though. Somewhere on you is still za presence of demon blood. I can smell it. Make sure to wash behind your ears and in-between your toes! You'd be surprised were blood can land on a man during za heat of a battle." Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley (( OoC )) Gallic: Hee hee, Voll's character Sheet has been altered since the one I've posted on these boards. He now uses a bastard sword because I realized that it's better than an mercurial greatsword in every single way. Sorry about the confusion. Malic: Egads! Now that is one very sharp looking Half-Angle/Half-Demon!
malik21 07-15-04, 08:41 PM	Malik smiles,"I'll be sure to bathe after the trial".Malik walks over and sits down in his chair. ' Voll's about to get a little surprise,but what to do it with?Sword?Dagger?Poison Dart? Malik continue's thinking,going through a whole list of ways to 'slay the slayer'.
Leetah 07-15-04, 09:58 PM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongleetah.gif "Master Agudo!" The guard sent to retrieve Leetah comes dashing into the tent, slowly relaxing to a halt as he draws near the group of people gathered around the ailing bard. Leetah calmly walks into the tent after him. "My Lord, I had brought the Lady Leetah as you requested, how is Lady Kharia holding up?" The anxious guard looms over the poor bardess' body, letting out a sigh of relief once he saw she was looking okay. Someone else must have helped her during his absence. The guard smiled. "Out of my way!" Leetah Forcibly shoves the soldier aside and plants herself beside Kharia, meticulously running her eyes along the length of the Bardess' body. The priestess couldn't find anything wrong with her. Leetah's forehead creased with obvious frustration. "Can someone please tell me why I've been dragged out here? There's nothing wrong with this woman." Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley
Bonze 07-16-04, 09:25 AM	A shadowy cloud of sorrow darkened my old face, as I, contrived, noticed the newcomer's disruptive violent behavior, an explicit breach in the pacifying aura my unique faith had blessed me with, valuable tool on countless missionnary expeditions I attempted. Turning around, my gaze meeting with the blond woman's, a divine servant of the Sun Lord, bearing his holy symbol for all to see, I spoke in the calmest manner possible. "Lord Agudo, seeing the recent agony of which Khaira was the unwilling and tormented victim, probably panicked, and sent his loyal guards to fetch you and your healing powers, forgetting that he had other guests, new visitors who possessed potent skills in reaching, through their whispered prayers, the god's attentive ears, riding the ascending winds to reach the sky in which they dwell. Please, find in Pelor's compassion a place to forgive the Archwizard, whose impressive intelligence had been temporarily clouded by the matters and urgency that struck his sensible heart, triggered an impulsive reaction that, unfortunately, disturbed other matters you probably had to attend."
ruthia 07-16-04, 11:24 AM	Another voice is heard from behind everyone. "Well children I hate to be the cold voice of reason." Ruthia steps into the tent, glaring slightly at Agudo as she does. "But can we please get this over with. It seems Khaira has been saved for whatever punishment you are going to try to place on her this day Agudo so let's get to this." As she goes to leave Ruthia looks at Leetah. "If you want I can get you back to your ship so you don't miss your trip back to the temple, I don't have any problem catching ships no matter how far away they get. If you want to stick around for awhile thats ok also, myself or a family member can get you back to the temple if you have know means to get there yourself."
Myranthor 07-16-04, 12:55 PM	Holding the wisted staff in one hand, its oter end plunged in the dirt, perfect picture of the quintessential wizard I ever lacked, having no enchanted staff at my side, I promptly gave suite to our rational judge icy words. "Your presence, milady, would be an eye opened over new truths, a magnifying glass burning the intricate weaves of impenetrable mystery we tend to understand here. Although we never met face to face until the last seconds, I have carefully studied, pouring over my crystal ball, the long and tortuous adventure we are about to inquire about, and I am certain that your participation in this unfair trial would be a shining lighthouse for Khaira, offering direction and purpose to the misguided ship the juriors will need to direct in the thunderous, chaotic ocean of law, justice and goodness, in which drowned countless sages and pure souls.".
kulideb 07-16-04, 04:12 PM	The blond elf gave a sigh of relief, Khaira was going to be alright...for now. She slipped away from the tent using the shadows to go unnoticed. She re-enterd the court area, most of the seats for the Jurior were now taken, she made her way quietly to an empty seat behind Voll. She sat down, crossed one leg over the other, smothed out her long red skirt, placed her hands in her lap and waited.
Khaira 07-16-04, 04:41 PM	I am called, called to life, called to judgement. I must leave now, and go before them, and face the consequences of my actions. You do not have to face judgement; there is another choice. There is always another choice... To avoid one punishment to traverse into the face of another is not my path! No, I refuse to do what you suggest! Jhelana was wise. Jhelana was intelligent, and ever so wise. She would have never done something so rash. But Khaira is not; Khaira is impulsive, and thus makes impulsive actions, with rash consequences. You know not what you speak of! You know nothing of pain, of choices, of the conflict of a torn soul! We are not as foolish as you would deem us. We can see, even from this plane, we can see. You are not as independent, as free as you would think. What of that man from the darkness, the assassin and shadow-dancer? What of the murderer of Agudo?You rely on them, time and time again. THey are but a crutch for you, to use, and to throw away. What of the kind Archmage, whom you called friend? You betrayed him, threw him away, as you threw away Jhelana when you were done with her! You speak blasphemy! You have no clue! You see, but yet, you are blind, as blind as any! Fools! Fools you are! If you would open your eyes, learn what you will...! Hands reached out then, grasping, spectral hands from the otherworld of the dead, and the bardess began to project thoughts, to make her dead family see...but then, before she did, a white light seared up, shaking away the hands, shedding light to the darkness. She felt an irresistable pull, a need to go back now. Yet, she couldn't! She had to make them understand...she had to...but she had no power, no choice in this realm. Her ethereal spirit began to flow down to her body. She felt an unexplainable calm, though she couldn't begin to explain it. Then she heard the voices. The fair, ever-friendly voice of Agudo ... a voice she knew well... “Khaira speak to me! What has happen?” The voice of an old comrade, who she had fought besides time and time again. The heritage sister, who she could share anything and everything with... "Is the Lady going to be alright?" A dear, kindly voice of a female...who was this? She recognized the voice, but could not place the face... "Can someone please tell me why I've been dragged out here? There's nothing wrong with this woman." On the contrary, everything was wrong...everything... And then the voice of another friend; an advisor the bardess, one of the mysterious, yet ever revealing, Pern... "I hate to be the cold voice of reason...Khaira has been saved..." Saved from physical malady, perhaps, but spiritual malady was ever present in the bardess' troubled mind... She flew towards the brightening light at alarming speeds, towards her body...it seemed as if she were being pushed, as well as pulled, towards the physical realm once again. Begone from here, impersonator. Begone from here, devil! To your death! It was then, with one final push, that she hit her body, but her spirit didn't stop; instead it slammed into her body, still going alarmingly fast. The pure bardess' body was wracked with spasms, coughs, and her back arched in obvious pain, as her spirit continued to attempt to connect back with the physical. Unbenknownst to the unwitting bardess, her mouth opened and shut, several times, as if gasping for air. And, then, she screamed. "AAAAAAAAARRRRGHHHHHH! The spirit made one last final grasp for the physical source of its connection, finally succeeding in realigning itself. The bardess' eyes were closed, still and her breathing was heavy, labored even,as if still belabored by some unknown sickness. Sweat beaded upon her face, trickling down her dirt-ridden face. Her once-red hair, now lined with blood and dirt, stuck to the sides of her face like a limp, damp mop. Finally, her eyes opened then, but they were weakened, and, one could even say, lifeless. She moaned once, then, and finding enough strength to look around, spoke in a hoarse, dry voice. "What...happened? Where ... am I?"
Agudo Archmage 07-17-04, 02:42 AM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongagudo.gif Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley. ((OOC some of you have wondered why, Agudo did not heal Khaira himself. Do to his {Char} having Clerical powers. For this game I put that part of Agudo power on hold. I would normally show Agudo’s Clerical power when fighting Evil/Dark monsters, because it goes with his faith in the {Light} Yet like most of us here who would agree with me. Its, more fun when we let others play a part in the story. Like Bonze and Leetah, having a more in-depth moment in the story. it makes it more enjoyable for all. (Basically controlling our god like powers) **** Agudo was relived when Bonze, his old adventuring friend; came in to offer his needed aid upon Khaira. Seeing his healing touch was a blessing on everyone who feared for the worst. Yet a few minutes latter Leetah came in with the guard. She seems annoyed by what she saw. Almost angered at being in the room with the others. But before the Archmage of Light could respond; at Leetah perplexed and out character questions. Bonze offered his own insight to what had happen in hopes of calming Leetah. Bonze. Lord Agudo, seeing the recent agony of which Khaira was the unwilling and tormented victim, probably panicked, and sent his loyal guards to fetch you and your healing powers, forgetting that he had other guests, new visitors who possessed potent skills in reaching, through their whispered prayers, the god's attentive ears, riding the ascending winds to reach the sky in which they dwell. Please, find in Pelor's compassion a place to forgive the Archwizard, whose impressive intelligence had been temporarily clouded by the matters and urgency that struck his sensible heart, triggered an impulsive reaction that, unfortunately, disturbed other matters you probably had to attend." If this wasn’t so tragic of a moment, Agudo would have slapped Bonze on the back and laughed. For one of the things Agudo liked about Bonze, was that he sounded so intellectually superior. Agudo had jokingly said to him, on many occasions that Bonze often made Agudo look humble, by comparison when he talked. Yet Bonze was truly trying to be kind when he spoke. It wasn’t his fault that others lacked his education and upbringing. Most Cleric, Scribes and Wizards could appreciate Bonze use of eloquent words. Not surprising though, more than a few peasants, became insulted; at not knowing the highbrowed words Bonze used. Still holding Khaira, the blond hair Wizards speaks warmly to Leetah and Bonze. “Thanks you both for coming! Its true Leetah I was very fearfull for Khaira. I did not dare use my own healing power. Do to the treacherous Kheldar, having a few of my teeth, in his misguided possession.” Seeing the perplexed look in the eyes of some, but not all, of the less magically inclined. Agudo explained the danger of the situation. “I feared that Khaira was attacked by Kheldar the assassin and that he had used my own magic, against Khaira. By coming up with a con-cockshien, made of my teeth. Because of the magic residue, laced in all body parts of the Arcane.” He sighs as he looks down at Khaira then back up at the others. “ Basically if I had attempted to heal her, with my own power, it may have made things worse than better.” Ruthia the judge decided that it was time to get things back on track She cleared her throat, and motioned for others to return to the trial. All the while giving Agudo a rather cold stare. What broke the tension was Khaira screaming in great pain. “Bonze, Leetah whatever you can do? Do it now!”
Leetah 07-17-04, 02:48 AM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongleetah.gif Leetah covers here ears and squints her face. The 'Lady Kharia' screamed like a banshee! For a bardess extraordinaire known across the realms for her beautiful voice, there was nothing musical about this high pitched wailing! Leetah clenched her teeth as she waited for it to stop. Not even the slightest mark of sympathy grazed the girl's face. Finally the screaming stopped, but the ringing in the priestess' head continued. Leetah rose to her feet as the bruised and bloody bard released a heavy moan. It was a terrible cry to bear witness to. A sound so saddening, that even the stoutest heart would have trouble maintaining it's mettle. Leetah seemed un-phased by it. "What...happened? Where ... am I?" "What happened?" The young cleric let out a smirk. "Your soul was this close to being freed from the terrible hardships which your mortal body will now be forced to endure. And where are you?" Leetah spread out her arms and twirled in a circle, making an overly dramatic display showcasing nothing more then her sudden towering arrogance. "You're still residing in this dump where these people left you. Shackled against your will, and doomed to be depraved in the eyes of countless men and women. Interesting how your friends are allowing this to happen to you. . ." Leetah shot an amused grin to every man and woman gathered around, caring little what they thought of her for making such a bold statement. The priestess then faced Myranthor. "Anyway, it looks like the gentleman over there wants to speak with me. Is he your defense attorney? Handsome looking man." Leetah fluttered her eyelashes. "So I'd better go, pleasant chatting with you all! And who knows Lady Kharia. . .” Leetah looks over her shoulder and shoots the bound bardess a wink. “. . .Maybe we'll luck-out during the trial and end up saving you from the chopper's block. Oh! Speaking of which, does any one know what her sentence will be if found guilty? I'd be very interested in learning it!” Leetah slowly made her way towards Myranthor, adding an extra sway to her hips with each step. (( EDIT: EEP! I missed your post Agudo! Ummm. . .Here *quickly types something out.* )) The golden haired cleric stops in mid-stride, looking back to Agudo and then down at Kharia. "Let that other cleric deal with her. He seemed to have done a good enough job the last time." Leetah resumes her advance towards Myranthor. Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley
ruthia 07-17-04, 12:37 PM	Stopping at the door way Ruthia didn't even flich when Khaira screamed. Ruthia looked back and watched as Leetah gave her rude little speech to everyone and asks about Khaira's sentence before stomping off. Ruthia glares at Agudo again, then says "When the time comes for that decision to be made it will be made. Ideas have already been placed to me by some Very helpful army people." With that Ruthia leaves the tent and heads towards the court area. Part way there she stops and changes directions, going back over to the tent her family has stayed in for the last few days. She walks in and nods to her husband who was keeping watch over her younger brother as he heals. "Has it strarted yet dear?" "No, but it should soon. I don't know If I can handel this Ormus, I am so angery at him right now." Ormus stands and wraps Ruthia up in his arms and kisses her lightly on top of the head. "You'll do fine dear. Just keep thinking of this like holding court at Home." Ruthia snuggles up against her husband and allows him to try and confort her untill it's time for to enter the court.
Agudo Archmage 07-17-04, 01:34 PM	((OOC thats ok Leetah thats what happens when we both stay up way to late and post almost at the same time. :) )) http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongagudo.gif Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley Leetah "Your soul was this close to being freed from the terrible hardships which your mortal body will now be forced to endure. And where are you?" Leetah spread out her arms and twirled in a circle, making an overly dramatic display showcasing nothing more then her sudden towering arrogance. "You're still residing in this dump where these people left you. Shackled against your will, and doomed to be depraved in the eyes of countless men and women. Interesting how your friends are allowing this to happen to you. . ." The Archmage of light was thunderstruck by the cold, callas remark, of the once sweet Leetah. Never the less it seems to be true. Khaira was coming back to life. “Bonze it seems your skills have been of tremendous help once more. As I said before, I did not dare to attempt to heal Khaira. For fear of my healing powers, would be used against me, by Kheldar the Assassin trickery with my teeth. The blond hair mage slowly lowered khaira down, and gazed upon her. As he gave a sad half smile. “You’re in good hands Khaira, but I must go now; for Ruthia has called for the trail to continue.” He did not say it as he stood to leave. But it also looked bad, when the Accuser seem to care for the Accused. At least in the trial it looked bad; but in his heart, the Wizard knew that he had done the right thing. After a few more comments by the others in the room, and still wondering about the perplexing attitude of Leetah. Agudo made his way out of the tent, and back to the trial chamber with Keldorn Firecam. “Um… she will be alright, I have yet to know why she was hurt. But…” He shrugs as he sees that disapproving look from Keldorn.
Khaira 07-17-04, 10:17 PM	Khaira was past paralyzation now, into the waking world, but the remnants of the memories of what she had none-too-recently experienced lingered in her doubting mind. Someday, sometime soon, if she survived this newest test, she would have to face her fears, her doubts - everything. She looked on, in shock, though, as Leetah gave that stunning, provocative statement. "Your soul was this close to being freed from the terrible hardships which your mortal body will now be forced to endure. And where are you?" You're still residing in this dump where these people left you. Shackled against your will, and doomed to be depraved in the eyes of countless men and women. Interesting how your friends are allowing this to happen to you. . ." In a soft, whispered voice, Khaira speaks, her tone reminiscient of times long gone, of sweeping, azure oceans, and rolling fields of green. Reminiscient of happier, more carefree times, Khaira spoke, and though she was there, her eyes belied her, spoke the truth more clear than any words could. "We all must tread our own path, dear. As every new babe, comes into this world, a new path begins. And as the life force is torn from the body, sometimes unwillingly, so a path ends, but so does a new path start. Such is life. That path is not always of our choosing, not always what we wished, yet we strive to walk it, strive to stay standing in hopes that, in following our heart, we are doing the right thing, striking the right path. Should the decision be reached that my life shall be given in retribution for helping this supposed evil man, Kheldar, then I shall gladly accept it, for I followed my heart. There is no greater love, dear. I know not if my words strike any flame in your heart, and I know not if I make sense, or if they are only words coming from a pained bardess, to fall upon deafened ears, but I walk my own path now. The light is what I can see and that light is what I follow. Do not intervene in my path, dear Leetah, for it is the one that I have chose, and it is the one that I shall continue to choose, until the end, whatever end that Fortune may choose to place upon me." With those words, the bardess sank back against the soft dirt to await the trial, the future. Now was the time of reckoning, and there was no weakness left in her body; no more pain, no more tears. There seemed to be no fear, almost no emotion played upon the bardess' face, and she seemed - in a cold sort of way - to be relaxed. She had played her part, she had sung the song of life with all of her heart and now, the curtains must close, and the final cards must be played. Deep in her heart, she remembered the words a wise, old elf once told her. Look not to the end, brave one, but instead look to the beginning. There Is no end. There can never be an end, except for a means with which to strike a new beginning. "And so it begins..."
Leetah 07-18-04, 04:22 AM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongleetah.gif Leetah stopped once again, turning around to gaze down at the pitiful bard before her. A pity her ailments hadn't extinguished her life prior to the male cleric's arrival. Perhaps if the bard had have died during those fleeting moments of torment, then there wouldn't be a trial, and she could be off on her way back to the chapel. If she stayed her too much longer she was going to miss the ceremony that she had so desperately wanted to see! Damn these people for interfering with her vendetta! Leetah wore a scowl as she crossed her arms and began impatiently tapping her foot. The weakened bardess' gentle voice and generous words of wisdom only seemed to succeed in harbouring an increasing annoyance within the healer. With each enlightening sentence Leetah's snarl drew back further and further, and her face reddened until it was almost the color of blood! How dare this vile wench speak to her so sweetly!!! Clenching her teeth, Leetah let out a curse. Was her reputation as a healer so "saintly" that no one dared utter a defiant word towards her? Were bloody words of advice and encouragement all she received from these people despite her attempts to make light-of this trial and mock Kharia's current position? Leetah was so enraged by this insult that she wanted to scream! Maybe she wasn't working hard enough to earn these people's hatred! Storming back over to Kharia, Leetah violently grabbed at the bardess' face and attempted to lift her up as high as she could. The girl's face showed nothing but hatred towards the struggling bard. "DO YOU HONESTLY EXPECT ME TO FOLLOW YOUR INSANE TEACHINGS BARD? YOUR IMBECILIC BELIEFS WHICH ARE THE SOLE REASON FOR YOU BEING SHACKLED HERE IN THE FIRST PLACE? DO YOU REALLY THINK THAT I WOULD BE THAT FOOLISH? HOW DARE YOU INSULT ME LIKE THAT!!!" Leetah released her hold over the Kharia'ss face and allowed the bard to fall however high she had managed to lift her. The cleric then spat down on the poor elf as she turned around and exited the tent, motioning Myranthor to follow her if he wished to learn any of the secrets that would help prove Kharia's innocence. (( Sorry Miss Kharia :bigeyes: :nonono: )) Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley
Bonze 07-18-04, 06:40 AM	For some time, a heavy tension had fallen over the little assembly, the small crowd of people anxiously waiting, their panicked hearts beating at the same, synchronized, deranged pulse, their countless eyes attached to the usually magnificent bardess' body, wondering if she would, despite her body's apparent well-being, regain counsciousness, once again let her spirit dwell on the most terrible Material plane. Since a long time ago I had believed, perfecting my religious education, always studying in large books, sometimes almost heavier than myself, peacefully praying, lonely, hatefully despised by most other acolytes, that the world we were doomed to walk upon was the worst, a treacherous lair of innumerable temptations, of disguised, alluring promises, while most outer worls did have clear colors, showed and naturally encouraged their inhabitants to follow, to merge their own essense with the plane's core, perfecting their morals and faith. Violently did the bardess extraordinaire, truthful to her nickname, made her sudden entry among us, her gracious voice twisted, scarred by the cruel claws of sickness, tortured under the blows of a malady I obviously couldn't completely heal. I smiled nonetheless, happy, content to see she had come back among us feeble mortals, cring more, admittedly, for the recurring sickness her horrible death would've caused to the yet living, the Archmage's companions and himself, those who would forever hold grudges over for his strategical mistake, who would doubt the aching remorse himself would suffer for the remainder of his eternal life. The sweet, refreshing wind of good luck probably couldn't continue to blow for us, turning awry, as the playful hands of destiny are fickle, capricious, and change allegeance oftenly, whenever their help would be crucial, leaving the poor, lonely mortals stripped of any divine support, alone against innumerable odds. The young priestess, whose name, I believe, was Leetah, rose to her feet immediately, leaving me to care for our suffering friend, arrogantly answering the sick lady's questions with an awful display of arrogance, of spiteful hate against the Army of Light, greeting the newcomer with a detestable attitude that could've convinced her to let her soul, finally, escape her bruised body, fleeing this horrible plane where even holy minds were shattered. Instead of this, her brave, wise self clashing against the ecclesiastic's last words, Khaira exchanged words with her, tried to teach, to show light to Leetah's materialistic beliefs, she who seemed not to believe in, either, the purest joy of emotions, the wonderful, blessed fields of the Afterlife. Unexpectedly angered by Khaira's attentive words, the young priestess agressively lunged towards the laying woman, grabbed her, spitting her foul, repulsive venom so silently it was probably heard within one mile. Rapidly I catched the elvish lady before her body lumply, painfully met the ground, now alert, ready to defend, to protect the life threatened by a follower of the sun Lord, a strange, bizarre follower whose actions really were at odds with her benevolent, caring faith. However, my stalwart bravery was useless, for the lady, now, sensually, advanced to the elf I had briefly noticed earlier, luring him with her deceiving charms, leaving both the bardess and I alone, free to discuss, relax, be at ease. Carefully, I let the woman lay once again on the dirt, for lack of a better bed, her head resting atop my leg, while my delicate hands fiddled with her hair, parting their sweaty mass from Khaira's figure. Even though I knew that the sick, after healing, often needed to recuperate, to be left with light, carefree matters, and unexplainable barrage in my throat forced me, puzzled, despite my will, to utter the followings words, forcing Khaira to postpone her own recuperation. "So....is she always like that?"
Khaira 07-18-04, 03:56 PM	((Hey, Leetah, no worries! It's all role-playing - I hold no grudges!:tiphat: It was a fine post indeed! It's all in good fun so hey - quit being so sorry!;)) Whether it was due to the still-excruciating pain of the bruises left on her body from the siege laid on her body from the attack of certain ghostly apparitions, or that the kindly (chaotically so), happy-go-lucky bardess knew that this would happen all along. No cry, no whimper, nay, not even a whisper escaped the bardess' cracked, parched lips. She was merely held suspended in the air, at the mercy of this enraged priestess. And yet, no fear, hatred, nor even care danced in her eyes as she looked down upon Leetah's disconcerted, furious mask of rage. "DO YOU HONESTLY EXPECT ME TO FOLLOW YOUR INSANE TEACHINGS BARD? YOUR IMBECILIC BELIEFS WHICH ARE THE SOLE REASON FOR YOU BEING SHACKLED HERE IN THE FIRST PLACE? DO YOU REALLY THINK THAT I WOULD BE THAT FOOLISH? HOW DARE YOU INSULT ME LIKE THAT!!!" For that brief moment, time seemed to be held in suspense as Khaira lingered on in the mercy of the previously calm and composed priestess. Yet, despite the anger, the fury (and, gods, why didn't Leetah take a mint? :smirk:), and the roaring of the voracious monster, still little emotion danced across the bardess' face, only a brief pity flashed before her eyes. When she spoke now raised in the air, her voice was still calm, composed, as if no fear held her spirit back now. "I expect none to follow me, honorable priestess. I expect only to be allowed to walk my own path down this rocky road that once calls life, with or without the companionship of loyal friends. Perhaps some day you shall understand, troubled one, but then again perhaps not. Sooner or later, each of us find ourselves alone, for only alone can we walk our own...OOOMPH!" Khaira's retort was halted suddenly as Khaira was let fall from the heights of priestess' into the hands of a caring entity, embodying the very essence of love and peace. As Khaira was forcibly spat on, her heart revealed the first true display of emotion towards the consumed priestess, deep pity etching itself on the bardess' face, embodying her calm gaze. She said nothing, moved not a muscle as the priestess walked away, the fiery fury of the abyss seeming to leave a wake behind the priestess. Something seemed to halt the saddened emotions of the bardess, some unnatural force holding her in strength. She looked to the male in whose arms she rested in now, finding a certain resolve, a certain power, however humbled, that made her feel at peace, a peace that she had not known for all of her detrimental life. Like a subtle, entwining serpent, the question came, seeming to wrap around the bardess' mind, and yet, panic was not able to begin its contricting attack that often defied rationale. "The normally brave, calm priestess is enraged, and all that is currently in her sight is blood and vinegar. She cannot understand, does not will to understand, the path that I tread, nor can many. Fear and loss cloud her vision, blind her to the obvious truth, which is often a hard thing for the mind to bear..." She continued to look into the eyes of this calm male, who bore a love for all that seemed to shed a blessed, divine light on all things. He would, she knew, stay with her if she had asked him to, for this duty onto all surpassed all expectations. But she could not ask that of him, ask that of no one. She was confident, evermore so now, that this path was that she must trod, and trod alone, despite those that would traverse the dangerous road with her. With bravery and love in hand, she must do this for herself, and for the love of all. Gradually, her clammy palms reached up to caress the man's face, her eyes speaking more than words the trust that she felt in this man. "I thank for you service to me, unknown lord. Your compassion shall be carried in my soul into all of eternity, for with such compassion and love, death is a futile, meaningless thing, for such love traverses all boundaries and hindrances. Yet I cannot ask that you stay with me now. Each and every one of us has our own mission to complete, our own assigned task. Each and every one of us must walk our path with trepidation, without the constricting serpent of fear present in our minds. Judgement shall be passed soon, and I know not to what end my path shall take me, but in this journey, I walk alone, with memories of better times and hopes for truer times to come. Go now, my dear lord, to your position. Walk your path without fear and I shall walk mine, in turn. Hopefully, when this is all over, our paths shall cross again, before they fork away into the mists of the uncertain future. Until then, when they do, I shall hold the memory of your unconditional caring in my heart...go now, my dear friend."
Pipers Youth 07-18-04, 07:13 PM	Jedit could not beleive what he was hearing. Anger swelled up in the cat warriors mind, but Jedit just bit down hard and swallowed. Jedit found the man's manner errie and queer, but then he'd never met a human like this before."I don't beleive Ive heard that one before Voll. Please tell me more."
Bonze 07-18-04, 08:31 PM	confused post #1.
Myranthor 07-18-04, 08:32 PM	Pretty confident in the male cleric's curative abilities, I remained peaceful, both of heart and mind, watching over Khaira, my verdant gaze her only blanket, the only cover she had as, leaving to the intriguing pontiff the care to carefully treat the former teacher's body, while I plunged, without any qualm, within the bardess' impressive mind, delving along her countless inspirations, fencing with epic tales, fantastic adventures, real or fictionnal, imagined or lived. Stunned, I witnessed, powerless, at the ruthless exchanges, the numerous deadly words anonymous entities of tremendous powers traded in the mystic realm of her demented mind, her reason shattered, fragmented between two opposed planes. Then, unexpectedly, her carmin lips gasped, formed quiet, mute sounds, opening uselessly, having no result, until, her whole body arching under an invisible pain, the mighty grasp of the black Loviatar, she let out a piercing shriek, a deafening shout that made me tremble, wither under the chill sieging within my spine. Yet, my intense concentration, the countless hours of perpetual reading, combined, had more than enough trained my relentless intelligence not to be disturbed, to, unhindered, continue its wanderings, its franctic search under Khaira's fragile skull. However, despite my better will, I couldn't resist the blonde woman's piercing voice, the resonnating cymbals her vocal cords sent ringing through the small tent, shocking me not because she drew me from my mystical observations, not out of a jsutified anger, a protective urge to defend the bard, but simply because her simple, good-mooded behavior seemed to have escaped her, leaving me without a key witness, a potent weapon against Agudo's destructive desires. Since my studies of their common adventure had I planned to use the archmage's own words against himself, turning the friend both he and his "worthless assassin" shared as trustable mediator, voice of temperance in this bloody, senseless whilrwind of lawful retribution. The young human promptly left Khaira's tent, the drowning waves of her body dancing as she neared, her blue eyes lustily awaiting, playful, any reaction, any hint from me, any shared pleasure in the gracious revelation of her unbridled sensuality. The only sign could she ever grasp were my steady pupils, planted, rooted in the gigantic sea of her own, moving with them as she moved, sending hers distant, sorrowful goodbyes when, pursuing her way, she finally left my field of vision, relieving my tired brain of another undesired burden. Quickly my head snapped aside, my delicate hand pointing at the old cleric, my mouth subtly opened, when I realized that maybe now would be an opportune time to still my loquacious tongue, waiting for Khaira's disappearance before warning the tender healer of her terrible, bizarre status, the strange auras voraciously circling around her wounded spirit, spiritual vultures awaiting their weak, harmed meal to die. Instead, I turned over my heels, leaving both spellcasters to rest on the ground, confident in the pacific, benevolent man to take care of the inspiring woman, knowing that the comforting, benevolent impression he made would surely be enough to calm, to soothen the elf's mind's aching pains. <Nyramithios, perch over Khaira's tent, and notice me when the man will leave her side.> This formality duly fulfilled, I followed Leetah out of the tent, leaving hers the decision of the place in which the would, at their ease*, exchange, wondering how I ever could penetrate her mental barriers, understand, like I did with Khaira, what cursed game of the gods fell upon her soul. In the meantime, black dot accross the blind sky, a small raven effortlessly glided on thermal currents, its small wings rarely flapping, as it amorced its fast descent, approaching its small, tiny target, the wooden pillar holding Khaira's tent. * Chris, your call. And I use this sidenote to tell you there's no need to mention it every time our characters get at each others' throats. If I had to make an OOC note for you not to be offended every time Luika tries to kill/manipualte Leetah, or insults Kheldar, my whole posts would be OCC. ;)
Bonze 07-18-04, 09:37 PM	Concentrated on the sick's lady's comely visage, lost in the vague, evanescent aura of friendly affection our unlikely couple exhaled, I remained utterly blind to Myranthor's last moves, entranced, hypnotized by the last delicate, deep words I heard, shocked to perceive, suddenly, someone who thought, felt like me, didn't spit on my beliefs stripped of dogma, my faith relieved of hierarchical structure. "You speak wisely, Lady Khaira Amastacia, and you are probably conscious that, even beyond the far border of inescapable death, lies a second life for all of us, an eternal continuation, a gentler fate and world to walk upon, a virgin land, for which we were made, formed uring our mortal lives. Death in itself is only a trivial happening, a puny event in one's destiny, too often considered like a terrible end, a sad happening, that should be properly mourned, cried upon, and even feared, while Kelemvor's dreaded veil is not blinding, but opening one soul's eyes, revealing newer territories to call home. However, I have to resist, to refuse your last demands, for my greatest desire now is to offer you, while you enter the court, a steady arm to lean over, a friendly support, instead of the cold touch of the guards' metallic halberds and their ruthless demeanor. This simple task completed, your well-being assured, I promise to leave you, alone, in the accused box, under your defense attorney's protection, to the fate you deserve."
Good Knight 07-18-04, 09:55 PM	Reviewing the documents in hand, Lord Keldorn responded to his client and close friend; as well as his choice of words. “Yes Agudo I am sure your desire was for the best of all. As for the cause of Khaira hallucination, lets just say I had little doubt she would survive. Once her obvious attempt at drama-queen-sympathy was done. The lady bard would soon snap out of it; thanking all who came to her rescue. Including you my wizard friend.” Firecam sighs then puts down the carefully prepared legal papers. “To be frank with you Agudo, I would not be surprised, if your former pupil Myranthor, put her up to this.” With a wave of his hand, he changed the subject. “I know Agudo, your loyalty to your friends, is that of great legends. Ironically being sung, and written by bards today. Never the less my patients have grown thin.” Leaning closer Keldorn chuckled. “I have battled dragons faster than it is taking this trial to start
Voll 07-18-04, 10:43 PM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portvoll.gif Voll looked down at Jedit with a booming smile, but that smile soon faded away as concern took over the holy man’s gaze. Something seemed to be bothering the half-kitty, but Voll wasn't sure what. "Is something za matter my good friend? My question about your parents did not offend you did it?" Voll frowned, hoping that he hadn't injured his friendship with the half-kitten. The man tried to rationalize his reasons for asking about Jedit about his mother and father. "You see, it's just zhat I've never met a half-kitty before, so I vas simply curious as to how you vere born. Now I know zhat half-elves are born vhen a human parent and an elven parent fall in love, and zhat half-orcs are made vhen orcs and humans make love, so I naturally assumed zhat a half-kittty such as yourself must have come from zee relationship of a human parent and a kitty parent. I vas just vondering which one of your parents vas za human and which one vas za kitty?" Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley
Khaira 07-21-04, 02:25 AM	The bardess remained motionless as she lay on the supple, soft ground, in the holy man's steady, unwavering grasp, a steady foundation of rock that she might lean upon. But like all things, she knew, this rock, too, would be swept away by the sands of time, and soon she would be alone. She was quiet for a moment as she digested these words from the man, that he would be the rock for her to steady herself upon, until he could no more. For the eternity of several moments, time stood still, the bardess remaining silent.When at last she spoke, she was soft-spoken, reserving her strength for the trial which was to come. "I appreciate your unconditional devotion unto one in such a state as I am, kind sir. Know that your actions shall not be forgotten soon in my memory, nor in the eternal, unwavering memory of the Lady of Luck. I extend my vow to you that, by some divine stroke of luck, I am found innocent, and thus freed, that I shall not forget the sacrifices that you have made in this hour of need. Should the window of opportunity e'er present itself, I shall be at your side, to guide you from the darkness, as you have me." Her voice was bitter when she next spoke, talking to herself, perhaps reflecting the chaos and the sadness that she felt in her soul. We approach our final hour now; the trial of one famed bardess, loved by many, against all hope. Ironic, isn't it, that the same person who brought, through the musical tones of life, happiness and love, so brings sadness and hate upon herself. Such are the movements of the heart, twisting and turning like some sadistic and deadly dancer. As the wise men preach, Fate is not without a sense of irony..."
Khaira 07-21-04, 02:26 AM	Demons of double post conspire against I!
Bonze 07-22-04, 01:47 PM	Still laying, obviously not hurried to leave her protective tent, her comfortable lair, to meet the world's judgemental gazes, the offensive accusations the simpleminded prosecutor would more than probably make fall, orageous thunderstorm over her defenseless person, the exhausted bardess spoke, the sugared honey that was her voice's tone corrupted, infiltrated by the despairing words of the pessimistic defaitist. "Lady, numerous times already you mentionned the Lady who Smiles, and probably alerted her benevolent attention, called upon your threatened soul her protective hand. Yet, your words show your burning resentment, and your powerful throat breeds words of " hate and sadness", while, I assure you, nowhere outside did I hear words of hostile calumny or spreading gossip. Place yourself in the hands of fate and trust to your own luck , say Tymorrans. Follow their good-hearted doctrine, if you hold any faith in it. Enter this ambiguous court, not as a resigned scoundrel, patiently waiting to receive and grudgingly purge his unfair sentence, handed down by incomprehensive magistrates, but as a successful entertainer, as the enthralling storyteller you are, your stance proud and your gaze not hidden by an unacceptable submission. Be the solemn lord of your ironic fate, masterfully impress the several jurors with your impressive presence, graciously offer them with a dramatic impression, and maybe your next performance will be so inspiring that Luck itself won't resist the enchanting lures of your next part in the grand scene that is life, blessing your fate with good fortune above your greatest wishes."
Leetah 07-22-04, 07:35 PM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongleetah.gif Leetah stood outside waiting for Myranthor, her arms subtly crossed and her foot impatiently tapping. That stance quickly changed, however, when the elf finally exited the tent. Leetah put on the most pleasant smile she could muster and held out her hand as if expecting Myranthor to escort her to a private location. "We should discuss this trial in the privacy of one of the southern tents, don't you agree? That way we'll be securely secluded from the prying eyes and ears of others." A seductive grin played across Leetah's lips. Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley
Khaira 07-23-04, 01:23 AM	The near-dead bardess smiled as she looked to the ever-wise and perceptive man who had become her guardian in the past few moments. He was right, of course. A successful, renowned performer like herself should not be wallowing in the darkness of self-guilt and pain, but rather thriving off of that pain, transofrming it into such a dance as none had ever seen before! "Once again, my good friend and healer, you strike the heart where it matters. I have been lax; this I shall not doubt. Though this obstacle shall prove a challenge, I have faced greater challenges in my life.... Do not despair, my dear friend, for I have come too far to dance the sweet, enticing dance of death. No, that dance is not mine to dance. Not yet, at least. I shall give a great performance, indeed....perhaps the greatest that I have performed in a very long time." She lay back once again, her lips curling effortlessly into a confident, relaxed smirk as the sounds of the trumpets blew again, a sign that the procession was soon to start anew.
Malendor... 07-23-04, 06:52 AM	Shifting his feet akwardly Malendor held his position at the court area's entrance. He had wanted to go see if Khaira was ok, but hadhad his hands full with the crowd. All of whom had been trying to go to the prisoners tent, to see for themselves if she was acctually sick. Malendor spent the whole time shoving them back as best as he could, with the help of a few of the soldiers from Agudo's army. He had finaly had an enough and yelled at everyone "IF THEY WANTED ALL YOU NOSEY PEOPLE TO KNOW THEY"D TELL YOU!" Just then Agudo had gone by, and the people had settled back down to mumering about the events of the day. So now Malendor finds himself once again, impatiently waiting for this three ring circus to start. The trumpets blew again, signaling the start of this trying day, but Malendor knew he couldn't go get his mom till everyone was seated. Taking a quick head count he saw there was one jurior and one defense attorney missing. He looks around the rest of the camp in time to see Myranthor leave the prisoner tent and walk over to a blond human. Malendor blinks a little as the human seems , even from the distance he is standing, to be flirting with Myranthor. With a snort of laughter Malendor reflects on how many girls have tried that in the past with Myran, most had ended with the girl running away crying. Malendor then glances around to find the other Jurior, but doesn't see him. Briefly remebering some one saying a male cleric had rushed into the prisoners tent Malendor decided that must be the other jurior. With a shrug Malendor turns and looks back over the ourt area, everyone was settling in now, though it did look like Agudo had just been chastised by his attorney for going to check on Khaira. With a smirck Malendor looks away again, this time focusing on the juriors as he looks each of them over. ((OOC: Yah I know, what a pointless post. I was bored ok???:rolleyes: ))
Myranthor 07-23-04, 10:04 AM	Already, while speaking with the destroyed bardess, the charming cleric had mentioned how she believed Khaira's defense attorney was handsome, accompanying her spontaneous exclamation with a more evocative display, a dismaying change of manners. Pretty confident in her seductive capabilities, probably worthy of such trust, her gracious body having likely aroused more than one impressionable male, she had openly displayed, seemingly uncaring of others' presences, some of her pleasing charms, leaving very small room for doubt in her transparent intentions. A faint grin passed over my lips, shy herald of my excited burning desire, my envy to actively join her, to gladly compete, using innuendos, cunning answers, in a romantic joust. Clearly, I recalled the Exquisite Halls of Hanali, the artistic masterpiece in which young, lusty elves enjoyed oratory, tentative jousts, struggling of refined elegance, exciting the already consuming flame of passion with these long, excruciating, yet beautiful rituals. Gallantly, I seized her offered hand, planting over its back a soft kiss, afterwards directly looking at her, an inviting smile dancing over both of our comely figures, while never freeing her tender, delicate fingers from mine. I spoke in a detached manner, hoping that the tense situation, the unspoken sexual interest underlying our first meeting would awaken, help my chosen words accurately reach their target. "You're obviously right, fair lady. Many of our words shouldn’t leave the confines of our intimacy, or bothersome intruders would destroy the blinding brilliance of what we will, hopefully, conjointly prepare." These vague words murmured, left to freely dwell in the hopefully imaginative girl's mind, leaving alone her captive fingers, I let my body come closer to her own, encircling her hips with my right arm, knowing she would feel my warmth, the alarming proximity of my exquisite body. "Really, it is an unforgivable shame that we never met, that my demanding duties kept me from meeting you sooner. Your stunning smile, your speaking eyes mark you as an inviting, surprising ally." I made my way through the crowded encampment; guiding Leetah to a secluded tent I knew would remain deserted, and undisturbed.
Pipers Youth 07-23-04, 02:41 PM	Jedit turned to Voll."My people beleive that we were created by a sun god. That is all I know myself voll. So I beleive that your theory on kitty-cats and humans is wrong."
Voll 07-24-04, 03:55 AM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portvoll.gif Voll looked down at Jedit, sombrely stroking his scruffy beard. "So, it vas za Sun God who gave birth to your kind, vas it? Hmmm. . ." Voll slowly turned his gaze away from the Leonin, gradually nodding his head as if finally begging to understand and appreciate Jedit's remarkable heritage. "Ja. . .It's all making sense to me now. . .Vhy didn't I see it sooner?" Directing a scholarly stare towards the open heavens, Voll's eyes sparkled with renewed enlightenment, and newly found respect for the young Leonin sitting beside him. Rearing his head back to Jedit, Voll looked at the Cat-Warrior with un-precedent awe. . . .- -. . .- -. . . "YOUR FATHER'S ZA GREAT LATHANDER!?!?!?*" Voll could hardly believe his eyes!!! Sitting beside him was the son of the Sun God! It was almost too fantastic to be true! Or was it? Jedit's eyes seemed to indicate that Voll was mistaken again. But how was that possible? Jedit himself claimed to have been created by the sun god! He had to be Lathander's son! That was the only explanation that made any sense! *Lathander is the Sun God in the Forgotten Realms Campaign Setting. . .I think. Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley
Pipers Youth 07-24-04, 11:32 AM	(ooc...I'm not quite sure it was Lathander, but it's good enough for me...ooc) Jedit with a new found respect for Voll gave a toothy grin,"So that is the name of the sun god nehh? Well if that is so let it be told to my people that the Great Voll has bestowed me with this knowlege of the sun god, and that you The Great Voll will be bestowed with a thousand blessings of my people.
Voll 07-25-04, 12:28 AM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portvoll.gif "YAY!" The large man threw his arms up into the air and looked almost ready to jump up out of his seat and start frolicking. However, as soon as his bottom lifted up out of his seat, it fell right back into it again. Voll smiled. "Vell, Lathander is just one possibility. Is your kind from around here Good Jedit? From Faurén?" Voll looked down at Jedit inquisitively. "You see, Lathander is our God for zee Sun, but zhere are many other vorlds out there vith zhere own gods and goddesses." Voll nodded his head, as if approving of what he himself had just said. "For example, in za distant Realm of Greayhawk, Pelor is za Sun God. I really don't know all zhat much about him, but I'm sure he's a righteous slayer of DEMONS!!!" As if on cue, Leetah walked into view, bearing the holy symbol of Pelor across her chest. Walking beside the young priestess, and tenderly holding onto her right hand, was a smartly dressed Elven chap. Voll had no idea who the Elf was, but he recognized Leetah! And knowing that she could do a much better job describing Pelor to Jedit than he could, he called out for her to join them. "HEY!!! MISS LEETAH!!! REMEMBER ME!?!? IT'S VOLL!!! COME OVER HERE!!! I HAVE A QUESTION FOR YOU!!! BRING YOUR ELVEN FRIEND TOO!!!" Wondering where all the racket was coming from, Leetah curiously turned her head towards Voll. As soon as her clear blue eye's met with Voll's sharp emerald ones, the cleric froze. All color instantly drained from her face. She looked like she was staring into the eyes of her worst nightmare. . . .- -. . .- -. . . As if too panicked to control her emotions, Leetah let out a shrill shriek and grabbed onto her Elven companion, dashing away as quickly as possible! Voll looked dumbfound as he stared towards the open space where Leetah and her friend once stood. He then looked back down at Jedit and shrugged his shoulders. "She always vas a very shy girl you see. Maybe she vas just scared away by all zhese new faces?" Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley
Leetah 07-25-04, 02:07 AM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongleetah.gif Leetah didn't stop running until she was safely concealed by the protective walls of one of the southern tents. Once inside, she forcibly threw herself and Myranthor down to the ground and covered both his and her mouth. She didn't want him making any noise, and she desperately needed to suppress her own heavy breathing! If he had followed them, and Leetah was almost positive that he had, then even the slightest sound would give away their position! If he found her lying in this tent, then she was done for. Leetah slowly began to whimper, despite her best efforts to try and stop. Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley
Pipers Youth 07-25-04, 03:06 PM	Jedit instantly noticed Leetah, the young cleric that had just dived into the nearest tent with her male commrad. The cat-warrior padded Voll's back,"Yes, maybe it is all these faces, and tension. I think it would be in our best interset to just wait awhile." In the mean time Jedit had to keep Voll right where he was. Jedit gestured to Voll's seat,"Please sit Voll, so that you may share with me more about yourself and the many adventures you have taken."
Gallic Imalustriel 07-25-04, 06:57 PM	I thought my tasty vengeance, my last retributive strike would come immediately, striking fastly and hard, brief as a flying arrow reaching for an unaware, helpless target, soothing a long tension, calming the tense ranger, the merciless killer whose patience had almost run to its very last limits. On the contrary, this damn trial had already been slowed in a way both unexplainable and unexpected, stirring my already wounded calmness, making me pace around, innerly raging, fruitlessly trying to soften rash feelings, my nervous twitches. Many yards from me, I distinguished why, among all imaginable reasons, we were waiting, why a matter of life and horrible death had been unjustly, unethically postponed, my horrible cousin having chosen, abruptly, that he needded a walk with a close friend. Over his fine lips a playful smile rested, the playful standards of flighty passion still obviously remembered, the wronged paramours he let to cry, alone, miserable, the dirty rat, after having proved the infallibility of his deadly charm. All seemed well, his consort seemed cooperative, enjoying his graceful company until, suddenly, the large man I already spotted rose to his mighty legs, shouting in his deep voice for the ridiculous girl, Leetah, to come by. Instantly she started running away, dragging my helpless, surprised cousin in her trail.
Myranthor 07-25-04, 08:15 PM	Her comfortable warmth, her subtle, intimate perfume filling my nostrils, we walked calmly between the built tents, the relaxing soldiers, busy forgetting old pains, recent traumas they witnessed with their unprepared eyes, when suddenly, out of nowhere, a towering human, with an unkept red beard, an impressive voice roared over the assembly, calling the uncomprehensible priestess, scaring her, making her run, cowering, as she never did ran before. Crazily she dragged me in any, random tent, throwing me rashly on the ground, obviously not used to elves' more tender ways of handling the passionate matters of love, both of her hands covering our mouths, hers the only one emitting the faintest sound. Such a drastic change of behavior awoke me, made me recall, once more, the numerous weapons I had hidden in my belt, resurrecting my pulsating desire to reach, unhindered, the girl's complex, blurred psychological patterns. Seemingly still, quiet, waiting for her to react, I chose to act subtly, like only a well trained arcane caster could choose to.
kulideb 07-26-04, 03:33 AM	The elf sat Still looking calm and serene to the outside world but inside…inside was different. The time spent cast out into the wilderness she had put to good use improving not only her physical fitness but also her control of her emotions. She still hadn’t been prepared for the strong feelings she had felt when she thought Khaira was dieing. She used this waiting time to bring herself back to a calm balance.She pushed her feelings of anger and betrayal away..she would deal with Agudo later.. Her eyes fluttered open and she half listened to the pair sitting in front of her talk. The man in front..Voll called out to Leetah, the blond elf rememberd the girl helping to heal the refugees from Hillsfar after the battle. She watched with a little more intrest as Leetah looked...well horrified. The elf wondered what the strange man in front had done to the girl..from the way he had called out the elf would have thought them friends but the girls reaction proved other wise. She was about to stand and go to Leetah when the young woman took ahold of Myranthor and fled. Kulideb raised an eyebrow her hand rested on the pocket of her red skirt were a long thin silver knife was hidden.
Leetah 08-05-04, 04:44 AM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongleetah.gif Fear never left the young priestess' eyes. The girl looked like a frightened sheep being chased a ravenous wolf. . . . . .or a charging Tarrasque. . . Her heart pounded like thunder, her body trembled as if it had been submerged in freezing cold water. Leetah was laden with terror! The thought of Voll bursting into the tent with his bastard sword drawn was too terrible to bear! Leetah clutched onto Myranthor. She didn't know what else to do! . . .- -. . .- -. . . Seconds passed. . .Minutes passed. . .Nothing stirred outside the tent. Leetah gradually began to calm down. The notorious demon slayer had not followed them into the tent after all. Leetah let out a huge sigh of relief; she then looked down at Myranthor. The Elf's eyes were filled with a plethora of questions; questions that she didn't care to provide the answers to. The blond priestess grinned. She knew how to wash away such burdening inquiries from the poor elf's eyes. "Sorry 'bout the rough ride Sir," Leetah talked in apologetic tones as she delicately danced her fingers down the handsome elf's face. "I just didn't want that one man to catch us is all. He's a paladin you know, and a hard-nosed paladin like him would never approve of what's about to take place here between us." Leetah giggled, then gingerly removed her hands from Myranthor and brought them up to the intricate lacing of her simple corset. Within seconds, the simple article of clothing, along with her long grey cloak, lied uselessly on the ground beside them. Leetah's eyes swooned with desire. ". . .Make love to me Elf. . ." Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley
Agudo Archmage 08-05-04, 03:10 PM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongagudo.gif http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongladyhoot.gif Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley ((OOC Lady Hoot covers Agudo eyes…. YA I know their in another tent! Buuuut :embarrass )) Leetah Leetah giggled, then gingerly removed her hands from Myranthor and brought them up to the intricate lacing of her simple corset. Within seconds, the simple article of clothing, along with her long grey cloak, lied uselessly on the ground beside them. Leetah's eyes swooned with desire.". . .Make love to me Elf. . ." ((OOC Hay if Leetah can try to write like Myranthor! Of course she has an advantage of seducing Myranthor. :smirk: Never the less lets see if I can come close to the “Stylish” writings of Myranthor?!?”)) *** The peripheral aspects of this trial, were weighing heavily on the lighthearted and some would say appropriately titled Archmage of Light. Yet contrary to his warm glowing aristocratic naming. He was far from the fatherly brightly smiling Mage of yore Letting out a sorrowful sigh, he nonchalantly looks about, at the others in this place of unhurried court of justice. Agudo noticed with some pain in his generous heart, of the once carefree, sweet young pupil of his, Kulideb. Her eyes still sparkled, with that since of mischief’s innocents that she was so well known for. Yet the heavy burdens of the last few months, could bee seen in her angel like face. The war with Messianica had been costly for them both. Not just now, but for years to come it would seem. Raping his knuckles slowly, yet rhythmically on the gnarled wooden table. Agudo pondered the wayward past of Righteous Causes and Good Intentions ….. Oo… faces swirling in his mind…. youthful men and shy women…adorable children……screams of anguish…) ((OOC All I know is if Leetah gets an "A" from Myranthor :rolleyes: ))
Drindin 08-07-04, 10:53 AM	Two female sorcereresses entered the tent where the Court of Law was taking place. Finding seats near the back, they both took their places silently, watching. One was taller, and wearing a navy blue cloak. She had an air of strength about her, despite her slight frame. Her mouth, barely visible thanks to her erected hood, showed the slightest amount of blue skin about it. The smaller of the two, no more than five feet in hight, wears a familiar looking black cloak and hood. Looking to have been recently refitted to her tiny, frail frame, the hood of the black cloak also skillfuly hides this young girls face. Her mouth is visible as well, and reveals pale, almost transparent skin. A third person enters silently, and takes a seat. Walking in at roughly six and a half feet, is none other than Shades Trunin, coming to see the now-infamous Kulideb. Unarmed, he places himself in a seat as close to Kulideb as he can possibly get (aside from sitting on her lap!). Three people enter the arena... two mysterious, one not so much.
Myranthor 08-07-04, 11:08 PM	Hidden behind the silky walls of the militaristic tent, our merged bodies cloaked, blurred behind a barrier, opaque to curious, investigative gazes, the benevolent, vulnerable priestess remained motionless, her eyes overwhelmed, haunted by an irrational fear, an invisible terror. After a while, however, her glistening eyes once again were ignited with a lusty spark, blessing her comely features with the fair, alluring assurance of the confident seductress, as she amusingly excused herself for her spontaneous and surprising behavior, her inviting visage the magnificent throne of a playful, faked culpability. When her nimble fingers, daring, flew toward me, landed in my nightly hair, or caressing a soft, exposed cheek, one of these bold adventurers fell prey to an entrancing trap, the moist, warm commissure of my finely drawn lips, in which it was pleasurable, ecstatically drown. "Sorry 'bout the rough ride Sir," Leetah talked in apologetic tones as she delicately danced her fingers down the handsome elf's face. "I just didn't want that one man to catch us is all. He's a paladin you know, and a hard-nosed paladin like him would never approve of what's about to take place here between us." A faint whimper, subtle hint marking the ravenous hunger, the burning passion flowing chaotically through the fluid flow of her warmed blood, concluded the last, provocative words of her brief explanation. Her swift fingers cruelly abandoned their enchanting task, leaving my golden skin to untie, stunningly, the intricate lacing of her corset, gracefully revealing her tempting charms, the milky, velvety aspect of her bare chest's white skin, which majestically underlined the fascinating, hypnotizing, commanding nature inherent to womanhood. A gracious smile adorned my face, as my laying back rose from the uncomfortable position it was trapped in, my legs remaining still, pinned by my consort's overwhelming presence, as well as my hips, clutched between the iron shackles of her firm thighs. When our two attractive visages, our deep gazes finally reached on the same level, exchanging, trading wordless fragments of pulsating anticipation, one of my volatile hand migrated to the golden loops of her cascading hair, its twin traveling, boldly, to the birth of her thigh, dwelling upon the ambiguous zone, the undefined border parting her long leg and her forbidden behind. Clutching her inspiring body unto mine, holding her naked flesh tightly, her arousing curves deployed over my chest like incessant waves rolling over a calm beach, provoking a waterfall of mayhem, a violent surge of delectable confusion, my trembling lips found their way to her attentive ear, and a soft, modulated wind blew toward her. “Aren’t you in a hurry, Leetah? Isn’t your mind, greedy of carnal pleasures, forgetful of all the tiny little details that spice the most intimate matters of love or inextinguishable desire? Let not your impetuous blood, your human impatience ruin the raw intensity of what we could share through a sudden precipitation. Let our excited bodies anguish, suffer a tormenting wait, a haunting delay, offer me the aching, but precious, pain of lusting for your unique charms during the whole trial, if only to offer both of us the greatest of joys when, finally, the avid consumption of our tortured needs will finally come to be in a grand apex. Besides, celebrating immediately our fortunate meeting would, doubtlessly, leave my body tired and my mind irrational, longing to return to the sheer enjoyment of your precious company, keeping me from masterfully defend our mutual friend. You wouldn’t be the reason behind her shameful downfall, now, would you?” During my brief soliloquy, my right hand had carefully followed the radiant path formed by the cascading waterfall of hair, fluently oozing until it reached Leetah’s lower back, while an amused smile came dancing upon my inviting lips, laughing at the relative absurdity of my last suggestion. As she tried, uselessly, to answer my last interrogation, opening her sublime mouth, I darted within the newly opened orifice an intrepid tongue, kissing the blonde woman passionately, caressing one of her exposed flank until over the tip of her voluptuous breast rested a caressing hand, bedazzling the languorous woman. My other hand, now coupled with her chin, forcing her to gaze upon my emerald eyes, I pursued with my immoral, precipitated babbling, hoping she would join me in the foolish adventure I had prepared for both of us. “Lady, your feverish embrace is as strong as a charm, and a deep sorrow would befall upon me, would its influence dissipate, leaving my burning heart once again empty of a bondless hunger for your incredible sensuality. Let not such seeds of intense passion, under the lethal blows of impatience, wither before they fully blossomed. On the contrary, let this secret affair excite both of us during the trial, kept under the applied scrutiny of the whole jury, hiding both this fabulous meeting, as well as all the coming ones, behind innocent demeanors. The constant threat, the fear of being discovered, the silent complicity each of our mutual gazes will carry will be more than our legitimate reward, as many delicious treats that will be unleashed over our helpless bodies, petrified by this relieving pleasure, finally offered after all these unnecessary and risky tensions. This means, of course, that maybe you’ll have to be nearer to your past self, not to draw attention over yourself, especially not by the nosy paladin, if only because they could try to keep you under their wings, scrutinizing you, holding each of us apart from our mutually desired company. Of course, you may be assured that, every time such a feat of comedy will be achieved by you, I’ll be delighted, knowing that the benevolent, shy girl you’ll ironically mimic will be the same that will soon share my room, using her fascinating charm to trick all those who wouldn’t approve of our clandestine reunion, marking my memory for my life, through the haunting games inflicted to my self. And you know elves’ lives are very long. Don’t you agree? Don’t you think this experience would prove even more delectable than a simple physical union?” While awaiting for an answer, both of my hands fell down to her round belly, while I kissed, repeatedly, sensually, detaching each smooches slowly, covering her shoulders, her frail neck with my unflinching attention. Sorry folks, but what just happened only did in an alternate reality.
kulideb 08-08-04, 10:22 AM	The blond haired elf looked up as the two females entered her gaze didnt follow them to their seats instead she a third person enter silently behind them. A smile played on her lips as she watched him walk and find a seat near her. She bowed her head to him in acknowledgment.
kulideb 08-08-04, 10:23 AM	The blond haired elf looked up as the two females entered her gaze didnt follow them to their seats instead she a third person enter silently behind them. A smile played on her lips as she watched him walk and find a seat near her. She bowed her head to him in acknowledgment.
Drindin 08-08-04, 02:18 PM	Shades let a half smile escape his aged face. Though he was younger than he looked, as he looked fourty, though was truly only 35, he bore worry lines and salt-and-pepper hair. He nodded back, then motioned to the two that entered prior. "I hear that they came not for the trial... but the execution. Personally, I came here looking for you. "But we can talk later... let's see how this turns out."
Voll 08-09-04, 04:18 AM	"Please sit Voll, so that you may share with me more about yourself and the many adventures you have taken." http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portvoll.gif "You vant to know more about ME!?!?" A broad smile quickly spread across the veteran warrior's face. Voll was so delighted to see that the kitty-person took a particular interest to him! Once this trail was finished, he'd have to take Jedit to the docks and buy him the biggest fish he could find! And if the merchants weren't selling one big enough, then he'd catch one himself! It had to weigh at least half a ton Voll figured. And although Voll wasn't exactly sure how much a ton weighed, he was pretty sure that asking for only half that weight in a fish wouldn't be too unreasonable. . . "Vell, vhere shall I start?" Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley
kulideb 08-09-04, 11:06 AM	The elf looked at the two women Shades pointed out. "Trials always bring out such ghoulish spectators." Kulideb said with distaste. "We can talk later." She had to speak up a little so that Shades could hear her over the sound of VolL...she hoped the trial would start soon the thought of hearing the mans life story sounded like punishment to her. ((Sorry Voll! I'd like to hear it even if my dumb elf doesnt!! :D ))
Myranthor 08-10-04, 07:46 AM	Hidden behind the silky walls of the militaristic tent, our merged bodies cloaked, blurred behind a barrier, opaque to curious, investigative gazes, the benevolent, vulnerable priestess remained motionless, her eyes overwhelmed, haunted by an irrational fear, an invisible terror. After a while, however, her glistening eyes once again were ignited with a lusty spark, blessing her comely features with the fair, alluring assurance of the confident seductress, as she amusingly excused herself for her spontaneous and surprising behavior, her inviting visage the magnificent throne of a playful, faked culpability. When her nimble fingers, daring, flew toward me, landed in my nightly hair, or caressing a soft, exposed cheek, one of these bold adventurers fell prey to an entrancing trap, the moist, warm commissure of my finely drawn lips, in which it was pleasurable, ecstatically drown. "Sorry 'bout the rough ride Sir," Leetah talked in apologetic tones as she delicately danced her fingers down the handsome elf's face. "I just didn't want that one man to catch us is all. He's a paladin you know, and a hard-nosed paladin like him would never approve of what's about to take place here between us." A faint whimper, subtle hint marking the ravenous hunger, the burning passion flowing chaotically through the fluid flow of her warmed blood, concluded the last, provocative words of her brief explanation. Her swift fingers cruelly abandoned their enchanting task, leaving my golden skin to untie, stunningly, the intricate lacing of her corset, gracefully revealing her tempting charms, the milky, velvety aspect of her bare chest's white skin, which majestically underlined the fascinating, hypnotizing, commanding nature inherent to womanhood. Then, unexpectedly, both my eyes widened, my concerned face a sensible testimony of the crawling fear I had for goal to succesfully mimic. "Milady, I am terribly sorry to maim the torrid atmosphere, " I said, pressing my voice under the situation's dire urgency, "but my alert familiar, soaring through the skies above us, as it had to watch the small encampment, is warning me that the nosey, "holier-than-thou" paladin is coming around. Fear not anymore, gorgeous woman : I'll, painfully, have to leave your pleasurable company for a few minutes, only to tell this meddler that in these quarters is presently held a matter of crucial importance for the upcoming trial, and that none of us want to be disturbed. " A faint smile, a complice wink concluded my last lines, as I quickly drew myself from the puzzling lady's delicious proximity. A last, long gaze, embracing the many wonders of her uncovered body, and the brief appearance of a daring, thristy tongue wetting my dried lips were, hopefully, enough blatant signs of my vigorous interests for her confusing charms. "I should- I want to - be back before long." I then hurriedly left the little tent, leaving alone a laying, naked woman to await my return. *************************************** From atop Khaira's unstable prison the black raven silently glided, sliding through air down to the nearby watching guards, anding over one's metallic, armored shoulder. "My master wants to see the man in there. Could you pass the word?"
Pipers Youth 08-10-04, 10:41 PM	( Wow Myranthor! Have you ever thought of writing books? You have such a vivid and wide spread imagination! If I would use that talent wisely if I were you. Anyone I liked version 1 better, I don't think I even blinked reading the whole thing.) Jedit stroked his chin lightly lost in thought," It dosn't really matter where you start. I am sure all of your adventures are good enough for me, neh?"
Khaira 08-11-04, 10:43 AM	The guards standing watch over Khaira's tent, never would have guessed that a raven itself would be a form of message. The guard whom the raven landed on raised a hand, as if to swat the pesky, black fiend from his shiny, metallic shoulder plates. His eyes went wider than saucers, however, as the raven began to speak to him. For a couple long moments, the man worked to regain his composure at the realization that this raven, the consort of the defender of the traitor, Khaira, was actually talking. Maybe he had been in the sun too long? "Y-Your master? Oh, hm...yes, hm...well...I see. Erm...just a moment..." The guard turned to one of the lesser men standing at the tent beside him, his eyes reflecting fear and the utmost haste, faster and more effectively than any fiery words could. "What're ye waitin' fer? Jump to it! Get the man inside the tent...I'm sure the traitor has been "healed" enough by now." The other guard, scrambling to dash into the tent, and effectively getting tangled up in the folds of the cloth concealing the entrance, at long last makes into the tent, and before the seemingly once again glorious bardess. He could not help but wonder what had happened in these last few moments, for once again in her eyes there was that indomitable shining light, the dazzling sparkle, the mischevious smile once again playing across her lips. Nonetheless, he had come to deliver a message...Coming to attention, snapping a crisp, military salute, he speaks with an almost uniform tone, his voice steady and unwavering. "My Lord, Bringer of Light, your presence is requested by the Lord Defender of this Traitor, Myranthor. An escort, I believe, awaits you, my Lord."
Leetah 08-12-04, 05:32 AM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongleetah.gif Leetah lied on the tent's floor, alone, sprawled out amongst her own garments like an abandoned doll. Fear was fresh in the young damsel's eyes again. Voll was making his way back to the tents!!! . . .- -. . .- -. . . . . .Or at least. . .that's what the handsome Elf had told her. But why would the paladin have stalled for this long before coming in after her? If the knight truly knew what she was, then he'd have already stormed into the tent and have tried to finish her off. . . .- -. . .- -. . . Wearing a perplexed frown, Leetah held out her right hand and snapped her fingers together. Instantly, a poof of red smoke flourished from her palm and then faded away to reveal the presence of a small green sack. Closing her eyes, Leetah undid the knot that kept the small sack sealed and then began to sprinkle its powder like contents over her body. The priestess dully murmured an incantation as she did so. . . Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley
Myranthor 08-12-04, 09:17 AM	My steps quick, I hurried between the many tents planted like difformed trees over the formerly undisturbed land, my stressed gaze never resting on anyone for long, for my whole concentration was focused on one single, vital point. o O ( Let's recapitulate. Orders, Graz'zt, Voll.... How will I ever present that to these blockheads, especially the stern, hopefully soon retired Keldorn. This is nonsense, nonsense! Calm down, you need to take a deep, calming breath - a deep, pointless breath. It'd be better not to talk with Voll right now. He seems to be far too much radical in his chivalrous ways to be of any help, for the moment. ) Indistinct forms passed next to me, fading behind my back as I quickly went past them, propulsed by my speedy walk to reach our colerous bailiff, Malendor. His questionning, mute expression, probably even more stinged by the last, more harmonious view he had of me, tasting the many wonders of "Leetah"'s charms, found no tangible answers in the dry speech I granted him through my gasping voice. "I'd like to meet the Judge, the defendant and the prosecutor immediately. This is a matter of the utmost importance. Ha, Agudo and Keldorn are right there. Please, fetch your mother for me." And, without any more look of recognizance or further temperance in my bizarre demeanor, I bolted towards the old archmage and his stuborn prosecutor, hoping the latter wouldn't greet me with the sympathic hospitality of a hungry, rabid wolf.
Bonze 08-12-04, 09:46 AM	Gazing, amazed, at the determined resolve, the silent, hypnotic courage haloing the woman's chiselled features, a peaceful smile came over my own, a silent, quiet herald of the intense joy that warmed my whole self, irradiating my heart with a delicious, delectable joy, an absent-minded trance, wandering in the confusing maze of the optimistic vision I had of Khaira's fortunate fate. The soldier's grave, militaristic tone threw me out of my beatific state, painfully drew me back into the unspeakable horrors of a ruthless reality. "My Lord, Bringer of Light, your presence is requested by the Lord Defender of this Traitor, Myranthor. An escort, I believe, awaits you, my Lord." o O ( "Lord, Bringer of Light"?) I thought, puzzled. Was it Agudo's fault, the brave man loving to generously adorn his many friends, despite their sometimes humbler tastes, with grand titles, or was the poor guard simply so used to his formal duty he thought it was mandatory to always improvise meaningless heraldry for those he had to summon? "Young man, allow me to fiercely disagree with your last, incorrect words. The burdening task, the dreaded stress of agonizing, vulnerable, in doubt of culpability, of suffering the obsessing memory that one sent, in cold blood, a woman to the unforgiving gallows isn't yours, and the infamous right to condemn consequently isn't. By judging so hastily, not only have you boldly violated both the jury's duty and the Lady's right for a presumed innocence, you're also turning the whole process into a gigantic farce, a hoax resolved before its dramatic conclusion. " In another, softer voice, I spoke to the lying bardess, vainly trying to forget, to erase the diffused feeling of guilt my departure made me feel. "Milady, I must now, reluctantly, leave your side, probably to enlighten your serious attorney about your status. If I am not mistaken, I shall be back soon, holding your arm while we'll walk to your seat, improvising myself the howling breeze carrying over this cursed encampment the melodic notes of the holy, entrancing symphony you shall be. " A quick, respectful bow later, I asked the unreadable guard to precede me outside, wanting him not to remain, for too long, besides the accused. My old eyes uselessly searched around for the announced escort, leaving me perplex, desperately seeking the invisible meaning of this masquerade, until a small, black being fluttered its short wings, gliding over my head, uttering: "Ready for a walk?"
Bonze 08-12-04, 09:51 AM	bad, bad double posts.
Good Knight 08-12-04, 10:55 AM	The Radiantheart knight, was lifting his sword in a most dramatic fashion. Expounding on one of his many heroic deeds, of saving his sisters and brothers of his Order. This wonderful saga, was dealing with the Radiantheart being framed for a shocking crime of murder. By none other than a most dastardly shape changing red dragon in the land. Yet just before Keldorn was to reach his climatic end, of his grand tale The handsome if not headstrong, cocky defender, of a rather dubious redheaded bard, approached with great haste. “Ahh the young pup Myranthor approaches.” Turning to the crowd that had gathered around him, enjoying his brilliant career memories. For they were all waitng for this slow moving iceberg, of a trial to go forward. “You will all have to excuse me, as I see Myranthor has a fire in his belly; and wishes to warm us all with his latest insights I am sure.” The crowd frowned, especially many of the younger ladies, who were hanging on every word of the older but still ruggedly handsome Keldorn. But did as they were told, making way for the young and brash wizard Myranthor.
Malendor... 08-13-04, 09:30 PM	"I'd like to meet the Judge, the defendant and the prosecutor immediately. This is a matter of the utmost importance. Ha, Agudo and Keldorn are right there. Please, fetch your mother for me." After only just getting over the shock of Myranthor's indiscretions with the enchanting priestess, I can only nod my accent to his infuriating demand. Upset about this” Holier then thou" attitude, mumbling incoherently to myself as I walk away, looking for my adopted mother. With an accuracy held in awe by my kind I avoid near collisions with the lower life forms invading my walking space, ignoring all who try to stop me with their piety problems and worries. Indeed this was just another circus of fools, those who know nothing trying to stop those who know more, fearing the knowledge they posses. Presently I come to the tent my mother has called home for this short time, her place of solitude among this ocean of noisy humans. With a slight cough I then call into the tent "Mother? Myranthor has requested that he meets with everyone right now. I'm here to escort you to him." I then stand patiently outside her abode awaiting her answer to Myranthor's request.
Agudo Archmage 08-14-04, 01:19 PM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongagudo.gif http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongladyhoot.gif Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley Through the haze of voices around him, as Firecam banters about his well earned famous adventures, the blond hair Wizard continues his daydream. Unaware of the approching Defender Myranthor Agudo eyes are closed, as he sees a tavern that was destroyed not to long ago. In a village that is no longer on most traveler maps. Oo…Inside stood two opponents of power. One he recognizes as a former adventuring friend, a Rogue named Kheldar; dressed in his traditional dark and mysterious clothing. With a strange mimicking smile on him, talking in fragmented memories of his lost past. The other was himself, {Agudo} trying to discern the true nature of this unexpected rebirth, of Kheldar. For the Rogue had “died” years before, in a heroic almost death defying attempt, to save another’s life. A lovely young, woman’s named Kat, who was part of Agudo and Kheldar, nearly doomed adventuring party. Here he stood, with coldness in his eyes, Kheldar seem to be perplexed at Agudo questions, of their friendship; and more importantly, the Rogue’s own death. It was all business the Rogue kept saying, nothing personal. Just a contract by Messianica to kill her enemy… Agudo! The Wizard of Light didn’t wait for the first shot by the payed thug, for the Mage leaned over, and Headbutted the now bloodied nose of Kheldar. With that the friend turned Assassin, launches into a barrage of deadly attacks, on the much beloved Headmaster/Author/ Wizard of Light Agudo. The Rogue flings poisoned knives, and other diabolical weapons of death, at his target Agudo can see himself counter acting many of Kheldar attacks, with his protective magic’s. His rings activated spells Stone Skin, Reflection as well as many others. This Wizard wasnt some run and hide behind someone, in fear, casting a spell or two then watching the fight. This Arcane user liked taking the fight head on; by launching magicl enchantment of his own. right at the over confident evil hooligans One was a particularly deadly spell of Acid Arrows shooting out from his own hand. Raining green fire at the Rogue. Only to see dexterous Kheldar, dive behind the half ruined Ale stained bar, just in time as the Acid Arrows sizzled into the burning wood. The sly Rogue had done his homework though. For this dark cloaked reflection of death, had somehow learned; what the protective and very gaudy magical jewelry that Agudo wears on him did. Many of Kheldar attacks, hit Agudo, ripping through his own cape and robe, wounding him with more than a little pain. What seem like hours, of hand to magic combat, was really finished in a few minutes. For as Agudo closed in on Kheldar, with a hail of his mighty magic. A mixture of blindingly bright, Chain-Lightning and bitterly cold Ice Rays. Blasts that were causing the very ceiling down upon the helpless Rogue. Never the less, Kheldar was not going down, like some squealing test rat in Agudo lab. At least not without finishing his contract of blood….That being Agudo’s precious life giving blood. With a fiendish smile, on Kheldar that was best left for the denizens, of some dark hellish Realm. He takes out a small box that in truth; could have been taken from any well pampered harlots makeup stand. And knowing Kheldar it was! Sadly for Agudo, the box was no ordinary trinket of lust, kept by Rogue. For it was a magical Expanding Tower, best used outside, in open spaces. Not in enclosed quarters, such as this dilapidated tavern. Horror was now in Agudo eyes, he could see that this suicidal Assassin, lunatic of grand proportions. Was planning to kill them all, or so the Wizard of Light thought. Like some nimble thieving mouse, escaping the jaws of a cat. Kheldar was able to free himself, of the burning debris that had fallen on him, do to Agudo’s mighty attack. Quicker than anyone thought possible, Kheldar used the momentum of the Expanding Tower, to hurl himself out an open window. Leaving Agudo to his soon to be a flatten self, between the walls of the tavern; and like some nightmare, the now ever growing fortress, of the Wizard’s doom. Swirling above his bloody and battered body, Agudo could see his own death….oO At that he opened his eyes, perspiration coating his moist forehead. Then as things came into focus, he saw Myranthor prancing closer, with that now continues scowl, on his other wise youthful face. Agudo stands from his chair, and straitening his cloths as he does. With forced cheer that the magic user did not feel at the moment, do to the specter of his past dream. Yet with broad smile and arms open in symbolic welcome. Agudo spoke in his warm fatherly voice that he was well known for. “May the Light shine upon you, my most prized former student. I wish we were here under more social circumstances. Never the less, I can see Myranthor, by your posture that something is burdening your otherwise, ever talented Wizardly shoulders. Is there something a miss?”
ruthia 08-14-04, 09:40 PM	Startling at Malendor's voice, Ruthia raises herself from her husbands arms, forcing herself away from his comforting embrace. She listens briefly to Malendor's words, then with a sigh reajust stately robes as she walks out of the tent. With a nod she allows Malendor to take her arm and lead her to Myranthor's little "Meeting". When they arrive she notes Myranthor already in discussion with Keldorn and Agudo. Not really wanting to participate in a close disscussion of any kind with any of them she watches for a moment, then speaks up. "This had better be important, already the group of you have managed to hold this court up with your hijinks for longer then needed."
Myranthor 08-15-04, 09:11 PM	My arms crossed over my chest, remaining silent, waiting after the cold, wise magistrate to return to our company, my elongated fingers played nervously over my forearms in a demonstative display of panicked stress. Her awaited arrival, despite her rude tone and snapping last words, was met with a brief nod, a quick gesture acknowledging her severe presence. At the same time arrived, gasping, fastly running after a mischievous, tricky black bird, the old priest, invited over by Agudo, whose legendary calm and comfident temperance had already impressed me, drawn him to me more as a philosophical and moral thinker than a mere pawn in benevolent gods' schemes. Hushing, keeping my voice so low the listeners maybe would have to bend, if only to hear the whistling sound of my voice, I explained to them the recent changes that would disturbingly affect the trial. "I see all of you are finally gathered here. I fear, Lady Ruthia, that this trial will be, again, delayed, at least until we explain many things that do not work around us, right now. After Khaira's misfortunated illness, which you so dilligently fougt, milord, the Pelorite cleric, known as Leetah, and I, left the rumbling chaos of the this trepidant atmosphere, only so I could explain her the crucial part I wanted her to take in the future. However, because of her disturbing, maddening new behavior, I decided it would be astute of me to use my magic to read her open mind, to pour over the many crevices of her brain like I did with so many forbidden, mystic tomes. Never I thought I'd find there the same mysteries I encountered only in theory. I have fear, my friends, that the fair Lady granting us the delicious pleasures of her company today isn't Leetah herself, but an impersonator, a roguish demon hidden under concealing illusions. Already, while we were simply walking between the tents, her anxious gaze met Voll's, the famous, if not gory demonslayer, and she fell prey to a suffocating fear, a terrible panic that pushed her to run, to flee a man who, obviously, already knew our blonde friend, and was on good terms with her. Worse than this, my friends, is that within the layers of her corrupted souls I could, clearly, feel thoughts concerning the "Dark princes", "Graz'zt", and even the fact she was ordered to remain here, until the trial's conclusion, when I believed he was called by Agudo himself. Although her current mentor, Kanzeil, could have ordered her such a thing, never he would've threatened her with murder would she disobey - yet, she cowered in the thought of leaving her task here. I shouldn't take any decision about this, for the direction of this whole army is Agudo's, and the continuation of the trial is a matter best left handled to you, Lady Ruthia. I wouldn't like her to stay, if only because I wouldn't like to allow despicable fiends to further their own goals, nor would I want her to be executed immediately, as she remains a valuable source of informations. Subduing her would be, I believe, the best thing we could do right now. "
Good Knight 08-16-04, 01:30 AM	It was the words of the young buck Myranthor, that disturbed my very being most of all. The darkest of evil amongst us! Could it be? Voll himself, had not felt its tainted presence. Let alone others of supreme virtue and righteousness, were fooled like some rube off the haystack. The old knight slowly shook his head, as he drummed his fingers on the table. “I concur with my legal counterpart Myranthor, on his sound reasoning. It is vital for us to know more than why? this filth is here. But how it is able to fool everyone? For as a knight of the highest Order! Have the natural ability to detect evil within my sight. Yet this diabolical seductress, of boyish dreams.” Firecam glanced at Myranthor. “ Was able to prance about its fiendish ways, without the slightest inkling from any of us! Can this new power, that this thing has gained, able to go into the deepest sanctified temple?” Pounding his fist into his hand, his anger grew. “This evil cannot escape! We must contain it and ascertain its demonic secrets!” Turning to the others, Keldorn began to review the quandary of possibilities. “Did any of you since the slightest change in Leetah? What of you Ruthia? Your dragon powers are well known. Was there something that your racial abilities could detect? Or did you notice an unusual occurrence that could have led to her possession?” The Radiantheart knight considered this and other ideas as well. So adsorbed that he barely waited for a reply from Ruthia, before turning to the mage. “Agudo, Is it even the young maiden Leetah? A soul so pure, as any woman could be! You said that she was in the tent, when the treacherous Khiara was playing out her dramatic demise. Did you my old adventuring friend, suspect Leetah disturbing change?” Firecam then spoke to Myranthor, the boy, who now was growing more as a man in the knight’s eyes, every moment. I believe you mentioned that Leetah became afraid of Voll, to the point of utter fear. And its is then that your magic breached its evil disguise, Possession? Or whatever it is! In any case, were you onto its trickery, before that moment?
Khaira 08-16-04, 11:09 PM	"Young man, allow me to fiercely disagree with your last, incorrect words. The burdening task, the dreaded stress of agonizing, vulnerable, in doubt of culpability, of suffering the obsessing memory that one sent, in cold blood, a woman to the unforgiving gallows isn't yours, and the infamous right to condemn consequently isn't. By judging so hastily, not only have you boldly violated both the jury's duty and the Lady's right for a presumed innocence, you're also turning the whole process into a gigantic farce, a hoax resolved before its dramatic conclusion. " The guard seems to visibly pale at Bonze's disagreeing words, and he bows, stammering an appology. "Yes, of course, erm...goodsir Bonze...my most heartfelt appologies for any insult that may have been delivered unto you for my words. This way, then, sir, if you are ready." Khaira looks up to Bonze as he leans down, to speak, softly, words promising of the gentle man's return as soon as he was possible. She felt a flicker of light growing within her soul; she now had two people willing to fight tooth and nail for her. Hope was not lost after all. Her mind had long ceased to worry, still somewhat exhausted from the battle of wills only a few short moments ago. She had escaped tougher situations than this, with much more dire circumstances at stake. She would pass through this, as she had done so many times before. THis was no different. Smiling, that same mischevious sparkle that the bardess was famous (or infamous?) for, she speaks with a soft, yet unworried, tone. "Go now, dear friend, and worry not about my well-being at this point in time. I shall survive, for such is what I do best. It does appear, however, that our paths, interweaved and golden, are about to part oncer again. No words in any of the multitudes of languages upon this fair plane would be enough to express gratitude for all that you have done. Until we meet again, dear friend." She then merely nods and smiles, an unconcerned smile, seeming to shine through even the dirt that lined her face. The guard upon exiting the tent, begins to relax upon the spear that he holds once again, apparently freed from the stressful contents of the inside of the tent. The superior guard, leaning over close to his ear, however, ends his brief respite. "Go, and fetch Lords Tyrion and Rayek. Soon, the procession shall commence, and no doubt they shall be needed here." Muttering something under his breath, the guard began to run off to fetch the personal escort of Khaira, cursing his luck at being placed in this branch of the army.
malik21 08-16-04, 11:32 PM	Malik stands up and goes over to Voll...
ruthia 08-17-04, 12:52 PM	Ruthia listens to Myranthor's and Keldorn's words as they disscuss Leetah's possible possesion. Closing her eyes briefly Ruthia allows her thoughts to wander as they talk, blocking out the sound of their voices untill she hears her own name. Blinking she pauses before answering, "Prehaps the famouse Voll's senses are distracted by another presance here? Also my "Dragon powers" as you put it Keldorn are dulled when I'm around you humans, I get tired of being constantly bombarded by everyone elses thoughts. I could allow myself to go back up to my full powers, but the stress of it might leave my unable to do anything for some time. But yes I did notice a change in Leetah, her attitude made me want to smack her. She's deffinatly not the same person I briefly meet on Pern." Pausing briefly Ruthia seems to consider something before looking directly at Agudo. "I hate to say this Agudo, but you may have to consider postponing this trial untill it can be determined what the problem here is and if it's a direct threat to anyone." Malendor Shifts his feet neverously behind his mother as he listens to this disturbing news. Suddenly he speaks up. "Um, Myran? Where is she now? I mean you familiar is here with you, so that means no one is watching her right?"
Bonze 08-18-04, 07:21 AM	While the elvish wizard spoke, despite the terrible message he conveyed over the assembled court, I remained unreadable, my eyes closed, masking this despicable, dangerous reality, protecting my serenity behind their fine, fragile layer. The radical general's words, however, filled with imprecisions, drew me from my soothening stupor, called me to join this important conversation, in which the boggled fate of Khaira was being played. "If you would allow me a few words, I have fear that some of us didn't fully understand, comprehend the horrible meaning swiftly uttered by Myranthor. He never spoke of that infamy, the unequaled enslavement of helplesss victims' minds, the vile power to possess one's very soul, one's soul, but only of anillusory cloak, a disguise woven with magic. Also, I believe it would be fairly simple, even elementary, for such a poor soul to infiltrate this military company, for we dwell in the relative comfort, the assurance othat we bathe in a benevolent pond, surrounded by friends of virtuous characters. Even though many questing knights, many great priests or suspicious inquisitors have the blessed power of detecting, without the faintest gesture, evil wherever it may hide, they have to doubt, to observe someone to do so - which mustn't have been done by anyone. And...well, I was in the tent too, taking care of Lady Khaira, and I saw this girl, this Leetah. Although I didn't knew her before, her behavior didn,t seem to match well with Pelor's teachings. She said terrible words, admonesting Khaira for having not surrendered her life to pain, for continuing despite the difficulties, while Pelorites would, usually, trive to make life a pleasant, enjoyable experience for the sick and suffering. "
Myranthor 08-18-04, 07:53 AM	As soon as I stopped speaking, the brilliant general, this cunning strategist, brilliante summarizeed the situation, sparkling it with falsefragments magnificently drawn from his own fertile, unused imagination, maybe sending many thoughts astray. However, the wise ecclesiastic made himself known by correcting these many errors, in his always calm and paced voice. Malendor, however, his own martial training probably awakening his tactical senses, realized that no one was cursed with the task of spying over the foul, seductive beast hidden back in the small tent. I touched my raven's black body, perched atop my shoulder, during a few seconds, the brief time necessary to cast, between my teeth, an invisibility spell. "You're right, Malendor. I needed him to bring this man with us, but now Nyramithios will go back to the task he is the most adept at. Regardless of how this dangerous fiend might have entered, I believe we should rather decide on how we will surprise, and subdue her, render her helpless and unable to harm any of us. I suspect this vile outsider to be, exactly, a succubus and, as such, I believe we should encourage women, rather than us men, to act. However, there are not many women here, it seems : mainly Ruthia, Ramoth, and Kulideb. For health and obvious reasons, I respectively vote Khaira and Leetah out. Also, we must decide on the amount of information we are willing to, in these dangerous times, share with our siblings, those men fighting with us against the threats of Evil. Should we massively alert the whole encampment, possibly sending the whole of it frenzied or panicked, the weeps of frightened soldiers only matched by the crusaders' frenzied battlecries? Keeping the demon safe from harm would be perillous under these conditions, in my opinion. I promised her I would be back, that I'd meet her once again in the tent we shared for a few moments. She should still be back there, I suppose. "
Agudo Archmage 08-18-04, 03:53 PM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongagudo.gif Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley The Wizard of Light had thought it respectful to stand at the approaching guardian of Khaira. In truth, the long blond hair practitioner of the Arcane, would of stood just for being delighted to be with his former student once more, before this difficult trial began. Yet now that Myranthor was making known this foreboding, and completely surprising news about Leetah. It had made Agudo reconsider leaving the confines of the comfortable wooden chair. It would seem at least there, he could be seated with this heavy burden now being laid at his feet. Myranthor I have fear, my friends, that the fair Lady granting us the delicious pleasures of her company today isn't Leetah herself, but an impersonator, a roguish demon hidden under concealing illusions…….. I shouldn't take any decision about this, for the direction of this whole army is Agudo's, and the continuation of the trial is a matter best left handled to you, Lady Ruthia. I wouldn't like her to stay, if only because I wouldn't like to allow despicable fiends to further their own goals, nor would I want her to be executed immediately, as she remains a valuable source of information’s. Subduing her would be, I believe, the best thing we could do right now. " Just then the Prosecutor Keldorn Fircam, let it be known to everyone, his own fears, of this dark news. Keldorn What of you Ruthia? Your dragon powers are well known. Was there something that your racial abilities could detect? Or did you notice an unusual occurrence that could have led to her possession?” Ruthia had not missed the disturbing change to Leetah. But like the others, she had not suspected it foul source. Ruthia my "Dragon powers" as you put it Keldorn are dulled when I'm around you humans, I get tired of being constantly bombarded by everyone else’s thoughts. I could allow myself to go back up to my full powers, but the stress of it might leave my unable to do anything for some time. But yes I did notice a change in Leetah, her attitude made me want to smack her. She's defiantly not the same person I briefly meet on Pern." The ever graceful lady of Pern, then turn to Agudo, with even more burdenful news, to lay on his shoulders. Ruthia. "I hate to say this Agudo, but you may have to consider postponing this trial until it can be determined what the problem here is and if it's a direct threat to anyone." That was all the excuse he needed, to sit back down and close his eyes, slowly rubing them as he adsorbed Ruthia words. Even with her powers curtailed, Ruthia had recognized the young Healers erratic behavior. Keldorn was a man of action, and had clearly heard Ruthia’s distain of Leetah disturbing personality; and let loose with more questions, this time to his long time friend. Fircam Agudo…. You said that she was in the tent, when the treacherous Khiara was playing out her dramatic demise. Did you my old adventuring friend, suspect Leetah disturbing change?” Without looking up, he continued to keep his eyes close. “In truth … I was distracted by my deep feelings of concern for Khaira. It would also seem that this demonic creature, was not completely able to control its own dark thoughts. For as Ruthia has said, the words and mannerisms, were contradictory to the Leetah we all know and love.” With a sigh Agudo continued as he open his eyes. “I was perplexed at Leetah sudden change, yet gave little time to further my wonderings. If for no other reason than I have said before… that Khaira own well being was my main priority at the time.” The Wizard of Light, then looked to Ruthie, as if to answer her wise reasoning on delaying the trial. When at that moment Bonze made a welcome request to enlighten the group. Bonze "If you would allow me a few words, I have fear that some of us didn't fully understand, comprehend the horrible meaning swiftly uttered by Myranthor. He never spoke of that infamy, the unequaled enslavement of helpless victims' minds, the vile power to possess one's very soul, one's soul, but only of an illusory cloak, a disguise woven with magic. Clearing his throat Agudo spoke once more, in his familiar if now strained fatherly voice. “It would seem that my invitation in bringing you here Bonze, was wiser than I could have first known. In truth I knew, you could keep an open mind on the guilt and innocents of Khaira. That is why I recommended you for the jury. Yet now, my new adventuring friend that I met in that tragic land not to long ago. Your words have help give me clarity, on how to handle this evil deception of Leetah.” Smiling warmly at Bonze, Agudo slowly stood as he held the arms of the chair. The Mage’s hands and arms trembled as he tryed to stand back up. In all the years that anyone had known the Wizard of Light. They had never seen his arms shake so! As if this trail of his Bardic friend Khaira, and the long struggle of the valiant Crusade, were bearing down upon his very being. “((Ruthia)) My enchanted lady of pern who rightly or wrongly holds me responsible for the near death of Branth. Yet please understand the wisdom of my words, and trust me by saying that the Trail must continue! I also request that you as Judge, give the judicial order, for Tyrion and Rayek, to bring forth Khaira into trail chamber. By the time they arrive, I hope to have the demon under our control.” Taking a deep breath as if to steady his weary nerves, Agudo glanced at the others. “For Myranthor is quit right, it is I that has the responsibility over this Righteous army. It should fall to me, to make the final choice, on how to deal with the evil before us.” Turning to Malendor, Agudo could not help but see the young man, who now stood before him, as the father of Starbrights children. Shaking his head as if trying to stay focused, Agudo continued. ((Malendor)) if you would be so kind, as to inform Kulideb and Voll of the situation I would like to have Voll outside the tent, where the demonic creature is, as a back up for Kulideb.” Looking back at the Defender of Khaira, Agudo took on a more pleased look. “I have been swayed by the words of Myranthor, as well as Bonze that this is not Leetah! But an evil illusion, to disguise the pit fiend from the depth of hell.” “((Myranthor)) If this false Leetah is unaware, of your treachery against it, then I would be best if you go into the tent with Kulideb and bind it with this blessed ropes.” Agudo takes out the ropes from the folds of his magic cape, and holds it out for Myranthor. “This could help us capture it alive, for further questioning. If not…then as I mentioned just a few seconds ago, Voll shall be ready outside the tent, with his famous abilities of Demonic killing.”
Drindin 08-19-04, 02:36 AM	Mysterious Blue Cloaked figure The mysterious woman in the navy blue cloak turns to the smaller, younger girl beside her. "Hm. And I thought court would be boring." She says in a voice most nostalgic to Myranthor ( ;) ) with her soft blue lips. The Young Girl turns back to the MBCF, with her pale ghostly lips replying "I spent much of my lifetime in such places, with my uncle Drindin teaching me the ways of order and law. Believe me... things can get interesting." With a slight chuckle, she continues. "He took me to these places to show how chaos can take the form of order at times. You would be surprised at the scandals, the corruption and the lack of law found in a court of... well... law." With that both women merely lightly chuckle, turning their darkened eyes back to the front of the court room. Shades sighs tiredly. "I've traveled for three hard days and nights to get here... only to find out it will be delayed even further. I thought that, by the time I got here, the court would already be well underway. I brought no weapons or men, not even my hunting bow. I'm stuck here, a defenseless, 34 year old man... and my patience is growing thinner..." ((OOC: Yes, I know I describe him as looking fourty, but that's because he used to be part of a military shock group that was decimated by a group of horrible creatures, after being told they were to fight Kobolds... well, for the whole story, ask him IC.))
Voll 08-19-04, 04:21 AM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portvoll.gif ". . .And zhat's how I defeated Orcus zee ELEVENTH time!" Voll crossed his arms and let out a bellowing torrent of merry laughter. Already several members of the jury had gotten up from their seats to find a place more quiet, and it appeared more jurors would be joining them. Amazingly, Jedit still remained by Voll's side, listening to the older man's countless tales of righteous deeds and valorous endeavours. Most of the stories consisted of Voll traveling down to the Abyss to vanquish the presence of vile demons and other Abyssal spawn, but some tales involved the veteran warrior journeying all across the face of Fauren with other adventurers as well as exploring the deepest and most dangerous caverns of the Underdark. Slowly settling himself down from his exuberant laughter, Voll took a drink from the water skin he carried in his haver sack and wiped his mouth ready to tell yet another story. "OH! Did I ever tell you about how I first met my Little Friend? You know, za vee little roguish fellow who travelled down to Menzoberranzan vith me after ve had defeated zhose accursed Demon vorshiping occultists? You know za one. . ." Regardless of whether Jedit actually did or not, Voll continued. "Vell, I first met zhat lad about ten or twelve years ago in zee Court of Bahamut. Now, as impressive as you may think za Court of Bahamut is, it's really nothing all zhat spectacular. All it is is a dusty old cave littered vith powerful magical items and rare artifacts capable of transforming za very nature of zee entire Multiverse." Voll shrugged his shoulders. "It's really not vhat you'd expect from a dragon as great and powerful as him." Voll folded his arms shaking his head. The pea brained paladin then continued. . . "Anyway, me, two elves, a vizard, and my Little Friend vere all summoned to appear before za company of Bahamut. Once ve vere all gathered around, he imparted on us zee knowledge of an evil organization’s plot to create a vile dracolich through the practices of some dark and unholy ritual." Voll paused for a moment, questioning whether or not Jedit knew what a Dracolich was. "Dracolich's are just like regular dragons, only vithout any skin. . .or internal oragns. Infact, I'm pretty sure zhey're just bones really. Maybe zhay have brains too, but I vouldn't count on it." It was at that moment that Malik walked up to Voll. The Demon Slayer looked up at the Half Demon. "AH! Have you come to listen to my stories TOO?" Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley
malik21 08-19-04, 07:25 AM	"Yes i have. I think you are great.You are my mentor!" A false smile plays on his lips.
Myranthor 08-19-04, 08:43 PM	I joined my hands, my fingers wedding with each of their counteparts, my palms still parted from each other, thiking, my gaze lost in ethereal realms, dimensions lost to the physical senses, when I uttered my advices, commenting Agudo's plan. "Although I must concur with the primal essence of your strategic plan, many details composing it must be, i believe, adressed before we do choose to act. First of all, I would prefer to send, instead of myself, a tangible and concrete illusion of my own self, against which our target shall unleash the whole of her demonic powers with the whole frenzy she could ever imagine. Also, I believe that it would be of a vital importance, and a great asset for us, if someone would cast, over the already nimble Kulideb, a spell like the one my raven, Nyramithios, already was blessed with. As she woud be the bearer of this enchanted rope, instead of the figment that shall act as deceptive bait, she could simply wait for the good moment to trap the demon. I also believe of the first importance that, before anything shall be revealed to Voll, he swears by his Radiant paladin order, Great knightly honor, or something along those lines, not to kill our unwanted visitor, unless it becomes a matter of life or death for the elvish Lady herself. In the opposite case, I trust those two guards you just mentionned - Tyrion and Rayek- would do a job as excellent as this only man, without endangering our inquisition through a mad brutality. Last, but not least, I believe that the conitnuation of this trial should heavily depend on what we,ll learn through Leetah's impersonator's vile lips, and that we shouldn't decide on anything concerning this for now. We have other, more dire news to attend, and that may disturb any planifications we might settle for now. Does anyone has anything to add?"
Good Knight 08-20-04, 11:54 AM	Myranthor before anything shall be revealed to Voll, he swears by his Radiant paladin order, Great knightly honor, or something along those lines ( ooc Clasic, just clasic :cool: ) As prosecutor I feel it’s my duty to point out how very convenient this all is.” With a wave of his hands. “ That her supposed sickness, and this demon all show up at the same time. Let us be honest with ourselves. This bard is accused of helping an assassin to escape the law. I would not be surprised, if this was not one of her stall-tactics, in another successful delay of this snail paced trial. Also the questionable lady Khaira; has a reputation of being a cunning actress. Witch in my book, is just above a con-artist! “ Pausing he considers the danger of subduing the demon. “Kulideb is a capable lass, but I would prefer the valiant Voll lead the way in stopping the evil before us. Never the less I shall yield to Agudo’s reasoning on this matter.” Then giving Myranthor a smirk. “For the record young mageling, a knights vows are not to be taken lightly. I am confident in Voll’s ability to honor his odor, as easily as your endless smart quips boy”
Bonze 08-20-04, 04:29 PM	"And it is exactly for this very reason, because we may fully trust in his words and solemn oaths, his loyalty as strong as the sharp steel that is his sword, that we shall make him swear not to harm the lady, not to unsheathe his famed weapon, for only the outsider itself knows of its purpose here, as it is the only one able to tell what really happened to Leetah. Remember that she, very easily, could be in trouble right now, if she was replaced so easily. "
Agudo Archmage 08-24-04, 01:07 PM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongagudo.gif Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley Myranthor I would prefer to send, instead of myself, a tangible and concrete illusion of my own self, against which our target shall unleash the whole of her demonic powers with the whole frenzy she could ever imagine. “Very good of you Myranthor, in being prepared, let us not be caught flatfooted with our evil twin of Leetah. I just hope Bonze is right, and that we can save Leetah from whatever has befallen her.” Agudo then put a hand on Firecam. "I am sure Myranthor met no disrespect to Voll, or anyones knightly Order."
Myranthor 09-02-04, 06:20 PM	Contemplating the suffusing, permeating silence against which our clashing arguments fell, I looked at our dutiful baillif, the shapechanged, morphed dragon, hiding behing countless layers of fragile flesh his chaotic, malevolent heritage. "Hum, Malendor? Is there something you'd like to add, or should we send someone else fetch both Lady Kulideb or Lord Voll?"
Khaira 09-02-04, 08:02 PM	Inside the stuffy, trapping tent, Khaira wriggled and struggled with the bonds tying her wrists. This was so uncomfortable! The rope was unyielding and there was no chance, no chance of liberty from the constraining material. Whomever had tied her had done a very good job! She'd have to remember to commend them on that when next she saw them. "Blessed Tymora, these ropes are cutting into my skin! How can these guards expect me to perform with chafed wrists? Huh?!" Khaira's eyes twinkled mischeviously as a thought entered into the chaotic recesses of her mind. Hell, she had suffered worse fates than these, and talked her way out of them! Men were so easy to influence, if only they looked her in the eye...if only they looked her in the eye...that was it! "Oh, no! No, not now! Please, come back!" A great, deathly moan escaped the bardess' chapped lips, pain echoing in her now dull-green eyes, a look of despair marring her exquisite, fair features. In only a few moments, a guard rushed into the tent, shoving aside the flap violently, with his sword drawn. "Lady Bardess, who's here?! What's happened? Your not sick, are you?" Khaira wanted to laugh at the guard's surprise and concern. She had thought these guards were supposed to be impartial and strong-willed...how easy this would be. With a moan, Khaira looked up at the guards, sorrow reflected in her gaze. The guard, knowing well that this bardess' gaze could very well cause an even more ill-desired effect than that of a basilisk, tried to avert his gaze. "Oh, it's nothing, really, sir guard. I was just lamenting the fact that I shall never again play my blessed harp, nor any other instrument. It seems that the feeling in my wrists is fleeting. Soon, I suppose, they shall fall off. I have not used my wrists for so long, it is not surprising. That's what happens when one is conflicted with Serpent's Maw." The guard knew he should just go back out the flap of the tent, but her eyes...so sorrowful, so despairing... "Serpent's M-Maw, lady?" "Yes, Serpent's Maw. When a victim is placed in confines such as these, with unfitful rest, constrained, little food, and little water, it begins to take effect. First, the limbs get sore. Then, feeling is lost. Eventually, the limb just ... falls off. Only freeing of the limbs from constraints can help stave the malady off, my lord...say, you have a sword! You could...oh, no you couldn't, I suppose. I bet you'd need the approval of someone big and mighty before you could do that, right?" Numbly, the guard nodded. In the deep recesses of his mind, he knew he should just turn and walk away. Turn and walk away...go get Agudo or someone...they'd know what to do! "...it's too bad that by the time they get here, my limbs will have fallen off...you wouldn't be held accountable for that, would you?" The bardess' voice was full of sympathy and genuine concern for him, a lowly guard! If anything happened to her, she might die, and then Agudo might not be happy. And the defense attorney! He definitely wouldn't be happy...Khaira's voice came back, painful and heavy. "Oh, well. I just pray that the malady doesn't spread through the ranks. It is very contagious, you know...too bad...I was going to write a lovely ballad aobut brave, strong guards like yourself...promise me my body parts will be disposed of properly, won't you?" This was just too much! He didn't want this ... Serpent's Maw! Raising his sword, he slashed down quickly, easily making quick work of the bonds holding Khaira. He nodded to the bardess, and then turned and walked outside again. Meanwhile, Khaira smiled connivingly, and rubbed her sore wrists. "Hm...it's not growing rusty after all..." Meanwhile outside, the guard was feeling thouroughly pleased with himself. But not for long... "'Ell, what're you grinnin' about for?" "I just saved the lady." "Oh...a harmless snake?" "No, no snake...well, yes, kind of." "What riddles are you talkin' 'bout? Out with it, soldier!" "Well, I saved her from a disease!" "Disease? What disease?" "Serpent's Maw...it constricts people's arms and makes them fall off, so I cut her bonds and..." There was only a brief moment of silence as the other guard quivered with rage. The silence was struck in two by a enraged roar. "You WHAT!?!!!"
Agudo Archmage 09-03-04, 01:17 PM	((OOC Myranthor word of the day “suffusing” Ya know if it wasn’t for Microsoft Word ability to look up some of these words… I would have know idea what Myran was talking about. ;) Just teasing Myran, but now that you’re in college, your going to be unstoppable :D )) The others seem lost in thought, as Agudo stood by waiting for Khaira to be brought forth. It would seem that many things in this trail was not going as plan. Even Myranthor normally cool and aloof demur, was lost as he chastised Malendor for his indecisive response.
Drindin 09-04-04, 12:37 AM	Shades shifted in his seat, nervously. "Somethings not right... my brother, the Late drindin described justice as being much swifter than this... she we not see the accused already?" The two shrouded beings in the back simply watch patiently.
kulideb 09-05-04, 07:56 AM	The elf kept glancing at Agudo, part of her hated him! he had sent her away..not just her but the people of Hillsfar. Had he no idea of how they had suffered...and yet she still felt a tie to him..he didnt do things with out reason and until she knew more about his reason she would wait in judging him...she was after all an elf! Though she almost sighed as Voll carried on with his tales..even Elves have a limit on their endurance. Myranthors news made her look up, she had known Leetah..not very well, true but enough to like the girl...but the last time she had jumped into help Agudo with an enemy she had ended up cursed, this time she wouldnot rush in so fast! She glanced at Shades as he shifted in his seat.
ruthia 09-05-04, 10:21 AM	Myranthor's snide remark was completely lost as the red dragon was deep in mental conversation with his mother, The estamided White. Without so much as nod in Myranthor's direction Malendor takes off do do what he was told. First he stops at Kulideb and says "Myranthor would like to speak to you." Then he walks over to to Lord Voll and interupts his reminising. "Excuse me Lord Voll. Agudo, Myranthos, and Keldorn have need of your presence over there. " He points at the little gathering just outside of the court area. Meanwhile Ruthia walks over to the tent where Khaira is being kept and see's the guards yelling at each other about untying Khaira. With a puzzled look at them she pushs them aside and enters the tent.
kulideb 09-05-04, 03:06 PM	The elf nodded to Malendor. "I will go see him." any thing to get away from another tale by Voll she thought..but her relief was short lived as Malendor asked Voll to join them. She stood up, brushed out a few wrinkles in her skirt, glanced at Shades. "Can Shades come with me" she asked Malendor as he finished speaking to Voll.
Khaira 09-07-04, 05:26 PM	As Ruthia enters the tent, she sees Khaira, still sitting on the ground at the far end of the tent, completely untied and unbound, with her hands laced and resting behind her head, as she sat with complete leisure. Her eyes sparkled mischeviously - the same mischevious sparkle that had gotten so many into trouble - as she smiled and waved at the Judge of the Court. "Why, hullo, your Honor! I trust this morn finds you well indeed? Pardon me...in this humble abode of mine, it seems I do not have the appropriate items with which to welcome your presence. Can I help you with something? Say, how's the trial coming along? I'd rather like for it to get over with, you know. After all, there's still so much I have to get done." Khaira just retained the smile and winked at Ruthia, enjoying even this brief moment of freedom that she was experiencing. Gone was the pitiful, sorrowful bardess of yesterday and here, once again, was the daring, seducing, and mischevious bardess of reknown that Ruthia knew so well.
ruthia 09-08-04, 01:06 PM	Ruthia gives Khaira a smile just as mischevious as the one the bard herself wore. "Sometimes Khaira I believe you enjoy getting into trouble more then I do." The dragonlady's eyes sparkle with a joy that seems to radiate from within. She looks briefly behind her and a chair appears there which she sits in. "We'll start this mockery of a trail as soon as your "Guards" get around to bring you out of here. Hope you don't mind if I sit here till they do, I feel a need to hide from some of the more popuse members of the court right now." With a grin Ruthia causes two glasses with a red wine to appear from seemingly nowhere. One floats to her hand, the other hovers in front of Khaira. "Would you like a drink my dear friend? It's a ventage Benden from my own stores." Ruthia takes a sip. Malendor looks at Kulideb, then at Shades. "Don't see why not, maybe he can help with the problem."
Khaira 09-08-04, 07:04 PM	Khaira flashed Ruthia a purely innocent and somewhat angelic grin as she spoke of getting into trouble. Or, rather, it would have purely innocent and angelic, if Ruthia did not know Khaira better than most. "Trouble? Me? No, no, my dearest Honorable Judge, I do not get into trouble...I merely get bored and start talking. Those men, especially, are enjoyable to talk to. After all, with all the courtly, trite affairs about this place, someone has to raise some excitement!" Khaira's dry mouth licked her chapped lips, having little effect on wetting them. Then, as if the dragon-lady Ruthia were reading her mind, a glass of wine appeared out of nowhere. "Are you kidding? I haven't been fed anything but dry, crusty bread and clearly dirtied water for all of my stay here! A good glass of wine - and there is none better than from your stores...trust me I know - would truly hit the spot about now!" The bardess reached out and took the glass of wine, bringing it to her lips as she took a long sip of the wine, savoring the taste of it, for truly, if this trial went at the pace that it was currently proceeding at, she would not taste wine for some time. When she had her mouth clear once again, the bardess looked earnestly to Ruthia, her eyes still glittering, but her voice belying her eyes with its serious tone. "Honestly, Ruthia - can't you do something about the present pace of this blasted trial? You know, I spent a pretty platinum on this outfit, and they grow dust-stained with each passing moment! I grow tired of sitting here - though the most pleasant guard was kind enough to free me of these blasted bonds. I have performances to give, places to travel...you'd think an Archmage, a reknowned Knight, and a whole blasted army of 'light' could find themselves more organized!" THe bardess' disgust plainly showed ... this was getting to be rather annoying, all of this waiting. She could be soaring through the skies with her most-loved companion, Swiftwing or singing in a tavern, making her way along as she did at the start of her career or battling savage species or competing against her rival, Volothamp Geddarm...but noooo. "...here I sit, as I wait for this blasted trial to start. Such a drag, I tell you. I hope Agudo plans on making this a quick matter. Swiftwing doesn't much like to be separated too long from her comrade. She'll like it even less, I suppose, when she sees me surrounded by armed guards, led down the pathway to what Keldorn, I'm sure, perceives as my certain doom. Ah, he should truly get to know me better...then he would see the sure foolishness of all of it. One does not simply hold one such as I in captivity...'tis a dangerous thing to do, you know, as I'm sure you do, Ruthia." A half-smirk, full of trouble and mischief, crept his way onto the elven bardess' cherubic face, as her eyes twinkled in thought...
Drindin 09-08-04, 08:18 PM	Shades stands and offers his hand to Kulideb in assistance. "I will help as best I can, if not to escape the monotony of my current position, then because Kulideb would wish it so." His eyes remain emotionless, hiding the torrential sea of thought and feelings he experiences. Help do what? Why has this trial taken so long? Why is my niece here, and who is this strange person she places herself next to? ...What are these feelings I have for The Lady Kulideb?
Voll 09-09-04, 05:01 AM	(( Apologies!!! )) "Yes I have. I think you are great. You are my mentor!" Malik looked down at Voll and smiled with deceptive delight. Clearly the half-demon was plotting some malevolent scheme against the old paladin, but it appeared that Voll had failed to see past Malik's ambiguous mask of false friendship. Voll simply smiled as he took up Malik's hand and gave it a firm handshake. http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portvoll.gif "Ah! It is a great honor to hear such kind vords from a heavenly varrior such as yourself. OH how I vish my little friend vas hear to see zhis!" Voll kept his hand firmly affixed around Malik's as he continued to babble on. "He'd. . .He'd just be so proud of me! To see me receiving praise from an angel such as you. He vas always a very complementing and caring person you see, despite his outwardly dark and shady appearance." A small tear shimmered into existence from the corner of Voll's eye. "If. . .if only he hadn't have followed zhose brigands into za sewers all zhose many months ago. Perhaps me and him vould still be adventuring together today. . ." Voll stared blankly into the empty air before him. . .Still shaking Malik's hand. The old warrior seemed to be lost in another world as he continued to swing the half-demon's hand up and down. He hadn't even heard Malendor as the young lad approached him from behind. "Excuse me Lord Voll. Agudo, Myranthor, and Keldorn have need of your presence over there." Giving his head a quick shake, Voll let go of Malik's hand and stood up. He then slowly leaned over and picked up the bastard sword, securely fastening it to his back before making his way towards the direction he had been summoned. Looking back to Malik and Jedit, the old warrior smiled. "I'm afraid my stories have come to an end for today my good friends. Perhaps after za trial I can tell you some more. Ja? Oh, and good Sir Malik?" Voll's voice trailed off as he made his way towards the tents where Agudo, Myranthor, and Keldorn were. "One of zhese day's you'll have to tell my vhat a 'Mentor' is. Are zhey like Hero's? Did you say zhat ‘I vas you're Hero?’ Vow! Vhat a kind thing of you to say. I. . .- -. . .- -. . . " Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley
Rayek 09-09-04, 06:52 AM	Outside the Tent where Khaira Escaped. . . "You WHAT!?!?" Ell started shaking in his worn leather boots. He had never seen Orik so angry before. "N-Now wait j-just a s-second Sir. I-I had to cut her bonds. Her hands were going to fall off! I mean, can you imagine how upset Lord Agudo would have been with us if I hadn't have saved her from Serpent's Maw? He'd have-*" "YOU IMBICILE!!!" Orik pushed Ell aside as he stormed into the tent and drew out his sword. Still not entirely sure what Orik was so upset about, Ell quietly stood outside the tent waiting for his partner to return. Within a few short seconds, Ell's patience had been awarded with an angry barrage of crude vulgarities coming from Orik. Wondering what the problem was, Ell poked his head inside of the tent. "Is something the matter sir?" Orik turned around and looked at Ell with shear fury in his eyes. The beat red soldier looked almost ready to use his drawn short sword on his partner! "What do you think the matter is soldier!?!? See anything MISSING!?!?!" Orik waved his arms around the empty tent. Ell let out a horrified gasp as he finally came to realize what had happened! "Orik! Oh my God! How could you have allowed the Lady Kharia to escape like this!?!?"
malik21 09-09-04, 07:46 AM	Malik curses under his breath.
ruthia 09-09-04, 09:24 AM	"Yes Khaira I do relize there are better things to do, and I relize how dangerouse it is to hold you captive. But I must advise patients my friend, this trial will start soon. I just have to give Myranthor and Agudo time to deal with another....problem that has risen." Ruthia looks at Khaira with a sigh "And before you ask, yes this is important enought to hold the trail up a little bit. Appearently Myranthor has found out that Leetah is possesed by a demon of some sort. Their sorting this problem out right now as we speak." Ruthia looks around thoughtfully. "But technically it IS your appointed time in court. SSssoooo, maybe we can speed this along without them. Heck maybe if we sit in the court area long enough without Agudo or Keldorn showing back up we'll have to call the trail innocent by default!" Ruthia gave a bitter laugh then called out for the gaurds. "Please escort Khaira to her appointed spot in the court room." Ruthia then stands and places a hand on Khaira's shoulder "This could be your greatest preformance yet my friend, Let's just pray it's not your last." With that she leaves the tent and heads for the court area. Malendor see's her and runs to her side, escorting Ruthia to the Judges podium. Ruthia sits and looks put at the sea of faces, then motions to Malendor.
Good Knight 09-09-04, 01:06 PM	Firecam had waited long enough, he had grown quite suspicious. He excused himself of the others and was making his way to Khaira tent. When Judge Ruthia appeared from the tent flap, and was soon escorted by her son. Keldorn smiled and gave a respectful half bow, as her Judgeship passed by. Saying nothing as she returned to the court area. Keldorn brow creased together as he thought to himself. Wine? Was that the strong smell of wine on Ruthia? Firecam waved over an attendant, whispering in her ear, he then sent her on her secret mission. Afterwards the Radiantheart knight decided to return back to Agudo, Myranthor and Bonze. “Well gentleman this may be a slow trial, yet I am sure it wont be boring for long.” He glances at Judge Ruthia with a chuckle.
Khaira 09-09-04, 05:44 PM	Khaira smiled as she savored the remnants of her wine. To spite the ever-so-righteous Keldorn would give her a grand pleasure, indeed. "Indeed, it would bring me much heart-felt joy to see the look on Keldorn's face when he sees his supposed prisoner sitting in the court area, already waiting..." Khaira paused and waited for the guards to come and escort her to the trial area. She paused, giving Ruthia a quizzical look, at her concerns about this being her last performance. In a soft tone, accompanied by a soft gaze, Khaira smiled at Ruthia. There was no mischief, no cocky boldness in her voice only...pure, sincere profession of her words. "Worry not, my beloved dragon-friend. This shall not be my last performance, because it cannot be. As I have said, there is still so much that I must accomplish in this life, and to die would be more of a failure than I have ever endured. Nay, no curtain shall fall on the Bardess Khaira, my dear Lady Ruthia. Under no circumstances shall it fall upon me this time. I, as well as many others, simply shall not allow it. Besides, I have faced harsher circumstances than those which I currently face." It was with this calm that Khaira stood with a somewhat resigned confidence or perhaps just a carefree mind, with a absolute and total faith in whatever it was that she believed would prevent this one, grand performance from being her last. And so she stood, humming an old elven hymn, as she waited for the guards. The very ... impressionable guards... "Ah...the folly of it all...fools."
Rayek 09-10-04, 07:59 PM	Outside the Tents "This is bad!" Ell trembled as he stood outside the tent he and Orik had just come from. If the call was made to summon Rayek and Tyrion while Kharia was still missing, both of them would be in deep trouble! They had to find the captive bardess, and quickly! There was no time to lose! Ell waited for Orik's orders. "We need to recapture Kharia immediately! Ell, you search the southern tents while I inspect the court area. She couldn't have gotten far. If you see her, cry out for help. Do NOT attempt to apprehend the bardess by yourself! Is that clear soldier?" Ell quickly nodded his head. "Then GO!!!" Orik watched as the younger soldier quickly drew out his short sword and ran towards the private tents of the south. Tightening his grip on his own blade, Orik drew a deep breath. He knew that the call for the escort would be made any minute now so he had to act fast! But he was confident that he’d be able to track down the lost bardess in time. He had been a member of the town guard for numerous years before joining the Army of Light, and had captured countless escaped felons during those times. Narrowing his eyes, Orik set out to accomplish his resolve! He would recapture the bardess in time, and nothing was going to stop him! "Guards?" Orik stopped dead in his tracks. He instantly recognized the voice as Lady Ruthia's. It was coming from within a nearby tent. Orik forced down a loud gulp. "Yes my lady?" "Please escort Khaira to her appointed spot in the court room." o O ( !#@^%!!!! ) Orik wanted to scream! He was too late! His quest had come to an tragic end before it had even begun! Letting out an uneasy groan, Orik dragged himself towards the tent that Rayen and Tyrion were in. He had no choice but to retrieve them. Maybe if he was lucky Ell would be able find Kharia before he returned. Orik crossed his fingers.
Rayek 09-10-04, 09:34 PM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongrayek.gif "What's taking to long!?" Rayek slammed his gloved fist into the fine oak table he and Tyrion had received as a part of their furnishings for their rather large tent. The army had been kind enough to grant the two elves a tent big enough to house a small garrison. Rayek thought all the extra room was a waste of space, but Tyrion seemed to be appreciating it; he was in a far corner of the tent practicing his swordsmanship. The long wait didn't appear to be bothering the handsome blond elf as much as it had been the darkly shrouded elf. Tyrion's ability to keep himself entertained during the long wait only added to Rayek's aggravation. "Who's in charge of this trial anyway!? Kharia!?!?" Rayek let out a sarcastic chuckle. "That would certainly explain the long delay. But seriously, why haven't we been called out yet? It's insulting to ask us to attend this trial and then to have us cooped up in here all day!" Tyrion didn't appear to be listening to a word his friend said. He was too focused on his different sword stances and positions. Rayek continued to glower. "Well, unless someone shows up within the next couple of minutes I'm leaving. There's already plenty of other attendants here capable of keeping Kharia under control. It makes no sense wasting our time here like this! I want a word with Master Agudo!" "Lords Tyrion and Rayek?" The voice of an older soldier came from outside the canvas door of the two elves' tent. Rayek turned around to face the greying guard. "WHAT?" Orik rattled in his armour as he drew back the tent's opening and looked up at the snarling face of Rayek. "T-The Lady R-Ruthia requests your attendance. S-She wishes for you to escort the Lady Kharia to the court room." "Well it's about bloody time!" Rayek picked up his sword and great bow and called Tyrion over to join him. The armor clad elf let out a few surprised blinks before sheathing his sword and sprinting towards the tent's exit. With both elves ready to depart, Orik began to groan. "What? What's the matter? Out with it you pawn!" The old guard looked like he was about to cry. He felt terrible about letting Kharia get loose during his and Ell's watch. Maybe the gods would be merciful and deliver her back to the tent before he returned with the two elves. Maybe Ell would find her and keep her securely guarded till his return. Or maybe this would be his last day as a proud member of the Army of Light. Orik shuddered as he hung his low and bid the two elves to follow him. "There's been a mishap my Lords. Me and Ell are solely to blame. I beg for both your pardons and for the forgiveness of Lord Agudo. I. . ." Rayek's growling told Orik that maybe he had better hurry up and show them. Orik clasped his hands together and prayed that all would be well when he returned. "This way my Lord's. I'll show you." Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley
Tyrion Grayleaf 09-11-04, 04:41 AM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongtyrion.gif "A mishap? Oh dear. . . And on the day of the trail too?" Tyrion's brow creased with concern, this was not a day to have things go awry! He kept his palm close to the handle of his sword - how serious was it? "Do not worry my lord," Tyrion spoke to Orik reassuringly, "You did the right thing by coming to us. We will resolve this mishap, then escort Lady Kharia to the court room as Ruthia instructed." Tyrion continued to follow behind Rayek and Orik until the trio stopped in front of a tent. Something was wrong. Ell, one of the guards assigned to secure the area was missing, maybe it had something to do with that? With an expression of absolute guilt across his face, Orik opened the tent flap and gestured for the two Elves to look in. Tyrion stepped up and poked his head into the tent first. He hadn't been prepared for what he saw! "Oh no this isn't right. . ." Tyrion shook his head and stepped inside. . . He knew it was wrong to think Elves as superiors to humans, but sometimes humans could be so careless and clumsy. "Orik, my lord, I'm afraid this is inexcusable. . . I can count at least three bastard swords in the long sword rack and I remember the head quartermaster specifically telling you to keep them separate." Orik had led them to one of the weapon supply tents! Well, a make-shift one really. After the successful capture of Hillsfar the Army of Light had seized most of the arms and equipment in Hillsfar. The primary supply tent had filled up almost immediately, so all sorts of secondary tents were being hastily set up. Still, that was no excuse for poor house keeping! Tyrion started straightening the mess up as he spoke. "remember my friend, a bastard sword's handle has a special grip for use in either one hand or two. That's where it gets it's name from. . . as it's not actually a member of the one-handed sword family or the two handed, great sword, family." Didn't everyone know that? Elven soldiers certainly did! "Of course, my lord, styles of swords vary throughout different lands and cultures. Another good guideline is looking at the lengths of the weapon. Anything around three feet is most likely a long sword, anything close to four feet probably belongs here with the bastard swords." And that's where Tyrion put the misplaced weapons. Then he took an exotic looking long sword out of the bastard sword rack and put it in it's proper place. "Everything's where it should be now. Thank you for being honest with us Orik and bringing this to our attention." Tyrion stepped out of the tent and smiled at the guard before moving on. "Kharia's tent is just over here, isn't it?" Tyrion walked over to the next tent beside the supply tent, and took in a deep breath of air. He very much disliked having to escort Kharia like some sort of untrustworthy felon. . . But unless proven otherwise, that's how both him and Rayek would have to regard her. . . Untrustworthy. "My Lady Kharia, we're ready for you now." Artwork copyright © 2004, Gordon R. Quigley
kulideb 09-11-04, 06:12 AM	The small blond elf took Shades hand, she took him for granted she realised with a start. He was always there for her, helping her and guiding her. She knew she would have perished long ago if he had not been at her side.
Bonze 09-11-04, 09:46 AM	Our small, conspiring quintet, with the inexorable flowing of time, grew weary, impatient, needed to flex its stilled muscles, to act, finally, after this unexpected wait. under this constant, pressing, unbearable tension, only Agudo, the Archwizard, and I, lost in the contemplative realm of my boundless faith, didn't act stressfully, patiently standing. Both Ruthia, our wise judge, and the militaristic, accusing prosecutor, the too rigid Keldorn, had left our intimate conclave for a few minutes each, wandering throughout the camp to unseen locations, satisfying their need, fleeing from their vile, biting nervosity,chewing, biting through their cores at their very nerves. However, the rest of them all was the sun elf, the vain Myranthor. Fruitlessly, he scanned the camp, tapped his fingers against his forearms, exhibiting all the syptoms of an acute anxiousness, blocked, hidden away from being fully manifested by his noble ascendance, his desire to look implacable. Finally, after what seemed like hours, excruciating days, whole years of endless, fruitless debating, came forward both the elvish lass we asked to see, dragging behind her a man, unknown to me, as well as the famous, legendary demonslayer. "One of zhese day's you'll have to tell my vhat a 'Mentor' is. Are zhey like Hero's? Did you say zhat ‘I vas you're Hero?’ Vow! Vhat a kind thing of you to say. I. . .- -. . .- -. . . " In Myranthor's gfeen eyes erupted a strange light, a bloody supernova of fury, of insatiable anger, upon seeing the unwanted newcomer, upon hearing the tremendous communication of Voll's smartness, while his jaw, his whole morphology polymorphed,ready to attack, to spitefully snap the illegitimate targets of his justified bitterness and anger. "Greetings, newcomers, in this dire, dark time. " I bolted forward, hopefully silencing the flowing tsunami of keen insults bolting through Myranthor's trachea. "A terrible, dreaded curse had fell upon this trial, and it is our duty to deal with it, to preserve the purity of our holy institutions, clean from the corrupting taint of demonic influences. Yet, before asking for your help, we must ask of you not to lethally harm the threat, the bothersome influence hiding within this camp, so we can still dwell within its distorted mind, understand the reasons of its unfortunate venue to us, to learn which demon lord has chosen to mingle in our poor, miserable, innocent lives."
Voll 09-12-04, 04:59 AM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portvoll.gif "VHAT!?!?" Voll's thundering voice was loud enough for the entire court yard to hear. "ZHERE'S A DEMO-PHH!!!" Thanks to someone's fast thinking, a slender hand wrapped tightly around loud Demon Slayer's mouth before he could shout out anything else. A quiet stir on concern rippled throughout the group as several of the gathered friends undoubtedly questioned the brilliance of including the oafish paladin into this conversation. Voll's face reddened a little as he slowly removed the hand covering his mouth and spoke in more quiet tones. "Vhere is zhis demon? Ve must eliminate it as soon as possible! Za longer ve allow zhat demon to live, za longer it vill have to spread it evil among zhis vorld! Zhere's no point questioning za beast! Demon's always lie! So I say you lead me to zhis monster and let me slay it!!!" Voll's grip tightened on his bastard sword. Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley
kulideb 09-12-04, 07:26 AM	The elf sighed as she heard the loud voice of Voll cut through the air. "His voice is enough to scare anything, living or dead!" she hissed but only loud enough for shades to hear. She looked at Myranthor noting his impatience only the actions of Bonze stopping him from venting his apparent frustration. She listerned in silence as bronze spoke. "This must be delt with quickly, the Lady Khaira has suffe...waited long enough for this trial." Kulideb said. She raised her brow as Voll clutched at his sword. "Quickly doest have to mean off with his head! it has taken over an innocent life." she said as if talking to a small child.
Myranthor 09-12-04, 10:27 AM	To say a swift hand wrapped itself around Voll's thundering, noisy mouth, covering his senseless blabbering, the alarming echoes of his roaring shriek of surprise, would be a gentle, soft euphemism, a benign expression hiding a more surprising, radical action. I, who usually disdainfully let physical combat, fleshy contact to others, preferring a more rationnal, distant approach to all things, threw a quick, snapping fist at Voll's suprised figure, leaving over his cheeks the red marks of my unpleasantly relieved stress, of my paralyzing anxiety. o O (But why, why did we call for him, for another zealous, bloody blind arm of Justice, relentlessly accomplishing a mindless task, never stopping to think, to wonder about the results of actions, prisonner of his dogmas and hypnotizing doctrines? ) "What did you imagine, exactly?" I exploded, spitefully snapping at the probably confused demonslayer. " That we'd gently meet the abyssal fiend, invite it in a great, ornated mansion for a few cups of minted tea, and maybe a few delicate cookies, and then politely ask it to explain us the intricacies of Graz'zt new malevolent schemes, maybe with a detailed map of the Demonic Overlord's palace? The holy man said the words : "delving into the mind", which means we could always use magic, or any other way to get any information we want from it for ourselves, bypassing its lies, its misinformation. Can't you understand that provoking such a phenomen right now, during this trial, would send the already unhappy, the different factions of this Army completely berserk, wondering if the influence hadn't spread somewhere else, if their trusted friend, their stern general couldn't, himself, be a polymorphed balor? We must act silently, and efficiently, without any bloodshed, any factor that might stir a vicious panic within our already scarce ranks. " "Furthermore", I added, slowly regaining my usual flegmatic composure, joining together my fine, elongated hands, " I am the one who, through careful observation, discovered that, maybe, we had such a vile case resting between our unsteady hands. My personnal analysis concluded that the outsider came here udner a pleasant, delicate disguise, cloaked behind the fair features of your own esteemed friend, the pelorite priestess known as lady Leetah. Although I am pretty confident in my own careful deductions, and even if errors rarely fell upon my blessed fortune when I finally announce such conclusions, I'd be deeply suffering if, ironically, your own sharpenede steel had executed the pulsating heartbeat of an innocent, sweet victim. I may be wrong, after all."
Drindin 09-12-04, 01:41 PM	Shades approaches the group, staying closely behind Kulideb. "...I may be wrong, after all." He listened in on Myranthor's little speech, and upon it's completion, spoke up. "I shall do it." He says, silently. "For I know that even the mightiest knight can fall when asked to slay a friend, wether or not that friend is really a fiend. "I, on the other hand, could dispatch of this creature of dark easily. But, as we have already been waiting an extraordinarily long time for this trial, she must wait. "There's another matter that requires our attention. If this demon had any vague form of sentience at all, it would have already flow the coup by now. Demons are impatient at best. Their lust for destruction of other life carries them from place to place on this plane with relative quickness. "Besides which, have any of you honestly seen this creature since Myranthor's contact with it?"
malik21 09-12-04, 04:54 PM	"ZHERE'S A DEMO-PHH!!!" Upon hearing this Malik looks around anxiously.He expected to see a horde of people coming towards him.Seeing nothing he looks around. "There is another demon here...?"
Agudo Archmage 09-12-04, 07:03 PM	((OOC Just to let everyone know that the new boards allows you to Highlight your words that you want colored. Instead of (Cutting) them then (Pasting) you just Highlight them and choose the color you like form above….. This works for Quotes as well.It much faster than the old way and fun :D )) http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongagudo.gif Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley Levitating just a few feet off the ground, cross-legged, with his classic blue and white robe, barely swaying as it brushed along the powdered dirt. Sat the Wizard of Light in complete contentness of his latest writings. Scribing away on a large parchment in his lap; holding a magical white feather that would normally cause his beloved Lady Hoot, to roll her eyes at the sight of. In fact he was so engrossed in his thoughts, that he was barely aware of those around him. Ironic since Agudo was writing about them at that moment. The scholarly Mage had heard his old adventuring friend Firecam, mention cryptically something about the trial becoming livelier. But knowing Keldorn it would soon be revealed in dramatic portions. Bonze seemed his contemplating self, a symbol of calm as always. Standing tall and regal, resonating peace and tranquility for all to bask in. Perhaps after the trial, Agudo thought that he and Bonze might have the time; to discus the spiritual aspects of the agnostic Halfling monks. These recluse philosophers have built themselves a sprawling monastery in the Endless Waste regions Myranthor was like a statue, just standing there. Slyly looking about him. Several times since this trial had begun, had the Headmaster thought about the difference in his former pupil Myranthor. It was still hard to believe that Myranthor was much less that shy Elvin boy of not so long ago. Running about to make his classes at the Agudo school of Light and Magic. Myranthor seem more brooding even hotely in his ways, more like other Wizards Agudo had known. Or more accurately like the Elvin pridefulness, he had seen so many times in that long-lived race. Unable to relax and laugh with old friends, barely capable of making new friends in fact. Unless in this case that new friend, was a seductive mischievous sprite, semi possessed blond woman, ready to beguile any man she met. Agudo smiled ruefully thinking at least Myranthor wasn’t too lonely. Perhaps when this was all over, he would ask Bonze to share with Myranthor his wisdom on life. Maybe even take Myranthor under his wing if all-possible. Just then a booming accented voice rang out, yelling about a demon. Voll "ZHERE'S A DEMO-PHH!!!" The long blond hair Wizard, nearly fell from his magical perch. “By the Light! What?” He looks about seeing Voll in all his… well all his heroicalness ready for battle. Yet even before Agudo could gently touch the ground and put away his writings. Myranthor was on the redheaded knight, like a wizards tower cat. Pouncing on his prey silencing the unfortunate mouse with squeak. Myranthor "What did you imagine, exactly?....That we'd gently meet the abyssal fiend, invite it in a great, ornated mansion for a few cups of minted tea and maybe a few delicate cookies Agudo sighed as he and everyone else heard and worse saw, the tirade by his once star pupil Myranthor. Glancing at Bonze for moral support the Wizard of Light gently walked up to the two. Then stepping in between Voll and the now more than ever, hotely Elf Myranthor. Speaking with his warm fatherly voice, Agudo let loose his famous bright smile to lighten the mood. “Voll your presence is always welcome among the Righteous and Good. I see that your reputation for bravery is well earned. For you have headed are calls for aid.” Then turning to Myranthor he added. “I must concur with my former pupil. If not in his exact words…. Then in the wisdom they were met to be said in. The Wizard of Light then moved out of the way as he finished. “ That we should confirm the creatures true nature. By allowing another of my respected student’s Kulideb, to enter with Myranthor and see what has befallen Leetah.” Once more looking to Bonze for support in calming the two “Don’t you agree Bonze? That Voll would best served by waiting just outside the tent. In case of trouble.”
Malendor... 09-12-04, 11:11 PM	Malendor clears his throat at the front of the court room then calls out. "The Trail is about to begin. Will the choosen guards please escort the accused to the court now!" Malendor the moves himself to the right side of his mother, awaiting any job he may be needed for.
Rayek 09-13-04, 04:25 AM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongrayek.gif "They're waiting for us Kharia." Rayek stood by the tent’s entrance, arms crossed and gaze glacial. The tall elf impatiently tapped his foot as he waited for the bardess to arise. "Are you going to come with us on your own initiative my lady, or are we going to have to drag you out onto the court floor by your hair?" Rayek took a step towards Kharia and reached out to grab her, but stopped himself before his gloved hand made contact with her marred skin. Cold eyes carefully surveyed the bardess' bruised and bloody body before finally the clocked elf stepped back and whispered something quietly into Orik's ear. The older soldier's eyes lit up with alarm and surprise. "What!? Why should I? It's not like she's. . ." "Just do it." Letting out a whimper as pathetic as his stooped posture, Orik exited the main tent and set out to accomplish Rayek's task. When the old guard returned, he carried in a large basin filled with warm water and set it down beside Kharia. The greying guard then looked up at Rayek for further instructions. "Leave." "What? But don't I? . ." "I said leave! Or are you as deaf as you are insubordinate?" Trembling with aggravation, Orik let out a deeply upset frown and stormed outside of the tent. Looking over his shoulder to ensure that the guard had left, Rayek reached into his cloak and pulled out two small items: a clean white towel and a half used bar of soap. The elven warrior then tossed both items towards Kharia and turned around, crossing his arms again. "You look and smell like hell. Try to make yourself a bit more presentable within the next couple of seconds. And Tyrion." Rayek waited for his friend to acknowledge him. "See if you can find Khaira a change of clothes, preferably something that'll cover most of her body. The less burses and blood stains the audience sees on her the better. Understand?" Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley (( Thanks for the tip Agudo! :) ))
Tyrion Grayleaf 09-13-04, 05:59 AM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongtyrion.gif Tyrion patiently waited outside the tent, he dare not enter! It was terribly rude to enter a woman's quarters without her consent. However, Rayek didn't seem to think so and it wasn't long at all until he had put both Orik and Tyrion to work. . . "I understand Rayek, I'll be right back." The Elven knight purposefully left the tent and started his search for the requested garments. Tyrion didn't feel right doing it - after all, Ruthia's orders hadn't mentioned anything about fetching Khaira fresh clothes - but it wasn't very often Rayek showed even a sliver of compassion for someone and Tyrion didn't want to spoil that for his friend. . . and so he searched. . . and searched. . . until an old woman bumped into him. "Oh!" Tyrion stepped back, "My apologies my lady, are you alright?" The old woman looked fine, despite her age, it looked as though decades of hard work had kept her fairly rugged and healthy. "An Elf!" the old woman clapped her hands with delight. "Oh I haven't seen an Elf since I was just a little girl! Oh my, oh my!" The old lady blinked at Tyrion with her dark, beady eyes and gave him a pleasant smile. Her clothes suggested she was a maid. . . She was a maid! Tyrion had met her once before." "My lady!" Tyrion said gratefully, here was a woman that could find him a suitable dress for Kharia. "I need to find a clean gown, for the Lady Kharia to wear." The old woman's eyes turned inquisitive all of a sudden, and her ears twitched curiously. "You need to find a mean clown for Kharia to wed?" * * * Just short of an hour later, a very tired Tyrion returned to Kharia's tent with a food stained apron and a clean, if not very plain, white dress in his arms. The Elven knight spoke between gasps, he was very tired! "Sorry I took so long my Lord, my Lady. . . . . . Had to help with the preparations for a wedding cake. . . . . . Please don't inquire. . . . . . Here is the dress you requested. . ." Tyrion's arm popped through the tent flap to hand the garment to whomever took it first. "Please make haste! They're expecting us in the court immediately!" Artwork copyright © 2004, Gordon R. Quigley
Voll 09-14-04, 01:52 AM	"HEY!!! MISS LEETAH!!! REMEMBER ME!?!? IT'S VOLL!!! COME OVER HERE!!! I HAVE A QUESTION FOR YOU!!! BRING YOUR ELVEN FRIEND TOO!!!" Wondering where all the racket was coming from, Leetah curiously turned her head towards Voll. As soon as her clear blue eye's met with Voll's sharp emerald ones, the cleric froze. All color instantly drained from her face. She looked like she was staring into the eyes of her worst nightmare. * * * http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portvoll.gif Voll closed his eyes as he ran through the encounter in his head again and again. He had thought that Leetah's reaction to him had been a little strange during their last run-in, but he never would have linked her bizarre behaviour to a demonic presence. What these people were suggesting was absurd! Or was it? Voll didn't know what to believe, but he did know that he wanted to see the young priestess for himself. Voll sheathed his sword. "Alright. I shall accompany zhese two fine elves to za location of za demon beast and vait for zhem outside." Voll turned to face Kulideb and Myranthor. "But! I vant both of you to call me if you need help! Ja? Dealing vith demons can be tricky business. Don't go taking any unnecessary risks." Voll then turned around to face Shades. "You seem eager to help in zhis endeavour too my good friend. Ja? Vell, ve can always use another sword!" Shades received a hardy pat on his back as if he were an old combat buddy of Voll’s. "You'll acompany me outside za tent. Okay? But be prepared for za vorst my friend. It's our job to put a quick end to zhis encounter in case things get ugly." Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley
Khaira 09-14-04, 03:31 PM	Khaira had long ceased to be surprised by the actions and, indeed, support that she had received from so many people who did not believe that the bardess couldn't have committed such an act of treason as she had been accused of. Yet, even this seemed out of place...Rayek - icy, seemingly-cold hearted Rayek - was showing some form of compassion and concern towards her now. Towards her - the accused, treacherous prisoner! "No, my dearest escort, you shall not have to drag me. That would do a number on my hair, you know. No, no, I shall go of my own accord." Grasping the towel and soap in firm hands, yet hands made for more delicate purposes, Khaira, let her now dirt-soiled clothes sink to the ground, at the same time, dipping the towel into the cleansing water and drawing it over her skin, gently, drawing away the dirt and grime that had accumulated over her stay here. She even managed to wash her hair, somewhat, and slip into the plain, old white dress. Standing up straight, unhindered for the first time in a while, Khaira's eyes gleamed. This was it. The time of reckoning. She couldn't help but wonder ... Where is Bonze, the faithful healer, who called my mind back when my body would not follow? Nonetheless, he and I each have our separate path to walk, and I shall walk mine in strength and with faith. Her voice was strong, full of power and passion again, almost seeming ... musical, like that of a siren, as she spoke to Rayek and Tyrion, her friends and ... escort. "Very well, Lord Tyrion and Lord Rayek. I am ready. My brave escort, let us go face what dangers we may face this glorious day." As Khaira waited for the firm hands of Rayek and Tyrion to grasp her arms and escort her to what many perceived as certain doom, Khaira began to hum a soft, and very old, elven tune to herself. After awhile, she even began to sing a little bit, very softly and to herself. "...And the sun shall rise, that glorious orb in the morn, And we, the Kin of the Fey, shall hold no fear, For even as we are dust and ash, still life will go on..." The bardess lets the last notes of her song fade off into nothingness as she looks straight ahead, to the trials of will that she would face this day...And face them, she would. This could be her grandest performance, and what a show the spectators were going to get...after all, Tymora was with her this day, and Corellon as well. She'd not fail them. An unreadable expression was painted upon the bardess' face as she waited for her escort
Agudo Archmage 09-14-04, 04:04 PM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongagudo.gif Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley ((OOC Amazing! Normally we have almost no posts for days on end. Now everyone has to play catch up…. ;) Including me. Also I am assuming that Bonze, helped out in calming the situation between Myranthor and Voll… if not I can change it) As Voll boldly prepared to escort the others including Shades to the tent The Wizard of Light wished them all the best. “Shades, Voll, Kulideb and Myranthor you’re all well skilled in your professions. Yet remember this thing came into are mists, knowing that as well. Be prepared for the demons trickery and deceit Go in the Light's name my friends and come back safely “ Then Agudo walked over and thanked Bonze. “When I wrote you to travel the far byways of this land. I only remotely knew of what kind of aid your wisdom would be needed in. It would seem that Myranthor has little patience for Knights like Voll and Keldorn Yet once more I thank you for your valuable insight in dealing with such moments.” Agudo sighs as he gives a half smile at Bonze. “ Sadly Bonze this trail has yet to truly begin; and I am sure you will be hard pressed with your own patience in the coming days. I pray that the Light guides you in interpreting the truth of Khaira actions.”
Tyrion Grayleaf 09-15-04, 05:26 AM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongtyrion.gif "Just, make sure we can revive her. Lord Gene told us Kheldar could wield magic before he left. She may be under a spell." "Under a spell, eh? No, my good friend Tyrion, the only spell that I am under is my own free will. Perhaps, someday, you will begin to understand, my dear friend." * * * Tyrion sadly looked into Kharia's gleaming eyes and wished he could share her optimism. . . share her, "glorious day" with her. . . ". . . let us go face what dangers we may face. . ." Us. . ? We. . ? That implied she hoped for Rayek and Tyrion's support. Tyrion scratched something out of his eye and looked towards the assembled court. He knew he wasn't going to help her. She had told him before that she had helped Agudo's assassin escape, of her own free will. . . Tyrion couldn't possibly help her! Justice had to run it's course. . . That would explain Rayek's sudden hospitality. . . as well as some of the others. . . Tyrion prayed that Kharia wouldn't think of it that way. That everyone felt they had to be nice to her because she didn't have much time left. Tyrion looked over to Rayek to see if his friend's eyes could confirm his dark thoughts. . . "Hhmm, this way my lady." Tyrion opened the tent flap and motioned for Kharia to step out. He wanted to be chivalrous and offer an arm for Kharia to hold on to, but instead he walked beside her left flank, Rayek to her right; and the sad, solemn regiment proceeded to the court. Artwork copyright © 2004, Gordon R. Quigley
Rayek 09-15-04, 07:04 PM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongrayek.gif "The dangers are yours to face alone Kharia." Rayek finally spoke up as the group drew near to the assembled court area. The elf kept his voice low enough so only his friend and his charge could hear him. "Me and Tyrion aren't the one's on trial here. You are. And so long as your convinced that you released Kheldar on your own free will, there's nothing either me or Tyrion can do for you." Rayek walked Kharia up to the defendant's desk and watched as Tyrion pulled out a chair for her to sit in. "If you truly believe you're guilty of willingly releasing an assassin from his cage, then I think you should be big enough to deal with the consequences. Yes you'd lose your freedom. Yes you'd quite possibly lose your life. But at least you'd be able to keep your dignity and self respect." Rayek waited for Kharia to sit down before continuing. "Asking the court to be merciful because you only did what you felt was right is nothing short of dropping to your knees and begging for your life. Courts aren't interested in your personal thoughts or opinions on any case. All the judge and jury are looking for are rational reasons to explain why you did what you did. Don't rely on your bleeding heart to move the courtroom. Even a bard like you won’t be able to sway their thoughts with a sob story or some tragic poem." Rayek folded his arms as he surveyed the courtroom. His eyes searched for Kharia's attorney: Myranthor. Where the hell was he? "However, if you want my take on the situation, I don't believe it was your own free mind that helped Kheldar escape. I'm sure that you pitied him, and I'm sure that you wanted to help him escape. But I very much doubt that you let him loose on your own accord." Failing to find the elven mage anywhere, Rayek pulled out Myranthor's seat and sat down himself. "Rogue's are master's of manipulation, Kharia, and Kheldar's no exception. While you were visiting him down in the dungeons, I saw him work his boyish charms on you. He saw as clearly as I that you felt sorry for him, and so, he took your sympathy and compassion and tailored it into a vice by which he then used to take hold of you." Rayek uncrossed his arms and leaned in closer to Kharia. "You were duped by him Kharia. Played for a fool. Used like a pawn. Think about it. Would you really have released Agudo's assassin had Kheldar not have guided you actions in some small way? Hmm? If your answer to that question is 'yes,' then you really are guilty of treason and should be sentenced accordingly. But. If you believe that in some small way Kheldar may have manipulated you, and that you weren't in your right frame of mind when you released him, then perhaps you stand a chance of winning this trial. That's the best advice I can offer you Kharia. Take it or leave it." Raising to his feet, Rayek walked up beside Tyrion and waited for the others to arrive. A strangled cough suddenly escaped the elven archer as he tried to eliminate the large lump that had slowly situated itself in the back of his throat. Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley
Khaira 09-15-04, 08:42 PM	As Khaira walked into the courtroom, there was a certain dignified, noble manner in which she held her posture. Her eyes along spoke of the fierce defiance that was so set aflame within her heart. As she passed the crowd of those gathered to witness the judgement of the treacherous bardess, she showed no signs of regret, and very little of remorse. When she was seated, she listened, with interest to Rayek's words. Duped by Kheldar? No, I don't think so. That was never a possibility...what I have done I have done of my own free will, out of compassion for another. In a soft whisper, Khaira leaned closed to Rayek before he had a chance to get up and go. She spoke with calmness, a resigned feelign to accept what consequences she would suffer for her supposedly treacherous actions. "I appreciate your counsel, friend Rayek. Forever shall I remember the times when we adventured against hopeless odds. But no...Kheldar is not who you or Agudo or anyone else thought he was. He was a good person, dear Rayek. The Kheldar I know was not the same who was behind those bars...there was goodness in his heart. It was that goodness that led me to help him escape. I have lived a long life, and I shall continue to live a long life. Stronger trials have I faced than this one. If I am to be tried, executed, imprisoned, or what have you, for seeing the good in someone...then so be it. I shall not lie or deceive. What will happen here is my own path to walk. I thank your for your advice, friend Rayek, but my heart leads me now, as it led me on that fateful day long ago. I do not expect you to understand...not many do. If I shall never see you again, Rayek, I thank you for choosing to join with me in this lifetime. Perhaps, in the next, we shall meet again." With those words, Khaira turned straight ahead, showing neither fear nor sadness for what she was to face. Indeed, her face was the reflection of perfect calm, even as she felt her faithful band of bardic students and the gaze of the ever-concerned Evander Sunstrike pitying her as she sat and waited.
Drindin 09-16-04, 01:33 AM	Shades nodded. "Yes, sir knight. I will stand guard with you. If any thing were to happen to Kulideb, I..." Shades' voice trailed off before he said to much. Shades looked over at the elf maid. His commander. His leader. The Lady of New Hillsfar. Yet, he knew that, to himself, she was more. He couldn't put his finger on it. He was a middle aged human, thirty five going on fifty. His scattered gray hairs, the worry lines on his fore head, left from years of stress. His very appearance made him look much older than he truly was. He hadn't felt this way for somebody for ages. Not since he was half his age minus two and one-half years at the young age of fifteen. Shaking his head to keep from staring. "We should set out soon, deal with this swiftly and precisely. Making a single stroke of the hammer of fate."
kulideb 09-16-04, 02:50 PM	The small elf tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "So its sorted, then Myranthor and myself will enter the tent first. At least that way we can try talking to Leetah first with out setting her on gaurd." She hoped that Myranthor was wrong, she had really liked the careing young woman. She wished that Shades could be at her side the whole time, she liked his company. She stole a glance over to him, he ment a lot to her more than she liked to admit. Her heart had been broken once before, could she put herself through that again? The pain it had caused, the way she hadnt been able to think straight. The elf sighed pushing such thoughts away, she hoped the others would think the sigh was over Leetah and the task ahead. Why did things always have to happen at once? She hated the thought of letting Khaira down, but she didnt like the thought of leaving Leetah to the likes of Voll. "Well, lets go." the shadow dancer said.
Good Knight 09-16-04, 03:09 PM	Firecam had returned to the trial area and was standing by the Prosecutors desk. When armed guards brought the treacherous Khaira forth. “Finally! By what miracle I do not know, but by whatever supernatural intervention, I must thank you brave Tyrion and Sly Rayek for bringing this trader forth” He clapped his hands in anticipation of coming events “Sir Ryack and Good Lord Tyrion I hope Khaira didn’t try any of her well known tricks, to beguile you two honorable gentleman?”
Khaira 09-16-04, 11:36 PM	Through all of the hustle and bustle of the crowds, and even of Keldorn's praise Khaira the traitor sat with an expressionless face. She realized that, should the jury and the judge choose to send the bardess off to execution, she'd not resist. She had lived her life according to her heart, and had made many friends as well as enemies. She had lived as truly as she had able, and had lived a full life. If that life was to end now, if this was the decison of the Gods above, she was willing to accept that. But she didn't think it would come to that. No, she'd walk from this trial as she had from countless other obstacles in her path. She'd walk from here and hunt down twisted Savael, and get back her harp. She would not die here this day. Meanwhile, behind Khaira, there was a lot of murmuring, particularly among the bardic students, the very students Khaira had instructed, and amongst them, the ever-worried Evander Sunstrike. As he listened to the students worry over their instructor in hushed tones, and talk amonst themselves, he couldn't help but think one thing... "Do you think Miss Khaira's going to get executed?" "I saw an execution one time! They chopped off somebody's head...there was a lot of blood and brains that spilled out!" "Miss Khaira won't get executed...she'll make fools of them all!" "I don't know, this looks pretty serious..." Evander knew that, if it came to them killing Khaira, he wouldn't allow that. He couldn't allow that. Too much was at stake....The High Ones would not be happy.
Rayek 09-17-04, 04:10 PM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongrayek.gif "No." Rayek looked at Kharia as she sat alone at the defendant's desk. "The prisoner's been very co-operative so far. I don't expect we'll see any more trouble out of her. It's him I'm worried about." Rayek raised his hand and pointed towards the audience, singling out a particularly earnest looking elf. (( Evander )) "He's been a bit jumpy ever since he arrived here. A few of the guards have informed me of his rather eccentric behaviour and are concerned that he might try to pull something during the trial. I want four or five of your best men to keep an eye on him at all times. Got it?" Rayek let his arm fall to his side. "Hmmm. . .Speaking of your men, how have they been holding up? I hear you guys suffered quite a blow just outside the city walls." Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley
Good Knight 09-17-04, 07:19 PM	Firecam sat on the edge of the table resting his hands in his lap. Evander huh? Well Rayek I was made aware of the students from enchanter Agudo School. It would seem that I shall be more weary as to why they have arrived.” Keldorn nodded at the painful words of Rayek’s comments about the war. “The losses were great, but intern so was the victories.” Pointing off into the distance. “The city of Hillsfar is no small gain in the fight for righteousness. A city once dedicated to evil is now free from taint, and so is the land for miles about”
Drindin 09-17-04, 10:04 PM	At the mention of "Hillsfar, the city dedicated to evil" Shades shifted nervously, then looked over at Kulideb. "Perhaps now would be a good time to get to the tent, the longer we wait, the more likely she is gone."
Agudo Archmage 09-18-04, 12:38 AM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongagudo.gif Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley Agudo had been sent word that Khaira was brought before the judge. He had hurried over greeting as many of his fans as he could without delay. Some asked about the trail, others of his latest book, as well as for autographs But when he came into view of the others, he didn’t know what to do. For one reason they were all here for the judgment of one Bard. Seeing Khaira, he wanted to offer a reassuring smile. In truth the Agudo wanted to run up and embrace Khaira. Yet the best he could do was to glance at the redheaded Bard, as he moved next to Firecam. “Lord Keldorn I see you were right and things are moving along as planed.”
kulideb 09-18-04, 06:20 AM	Kulideb clenched her fist tight, she was just about to tell Firecam how many childern had died on the march out of Hillsfar, when Shades spoke. "You are right as always." she said to Shades. She turned away from the group and began to head off towards the tent Leetah was in,trying not to look as grim as she felt.
Myranthor 09-18-04, 07:12 AM	A light handle perched itself atop Kulideb's delicate shoulder, stopping her grim, yet determined walk. "Remain still yet for a few seconds, lady Kulideb, while I prepare our entry into the demon's lair. Agudo gave me these enchanted ropes, a binding artefact meant, probably, to hinder, or incapacitate the fiend while it isn't in the core of its home plane. So, here is what we'll do : I'll cast a spell, an illusory double of myself, who will reach into the tent, distracting her while you come behind it and, hopefully, manage to bind her with this tool. I'll try connecting with our Guild, in hope I will find in our spellpool the magical energies necessary to render you invisible. If it works, it should be really easy, and, in the opposite, you'll have to rely on your own talents to pass unnoticed. I also know, through my winged informant, that the lady sprayed some green, magical dust over both her clothes and herself. I'd suggest you not touching either, if possible. Is everything okay with you about this?"
Khaira 09-18-04, 07:11 PM	Khaira rolled her eyes as she listened to Keldorn banter on about trite things, and particularly about the gain of righteousness, the defeat over Hillsfar. These knights were so blind. All they so was black and white when, in all reality, there was no black, no white. Just an infinite number of shades of gray between realities and perceptions. She looked up, though, as Agudo came into the court area. Her gaze locked with his for but a moment, a quizzical expression evident within the swirling, contemplating mass of bright green. Yet, there was something else there, some other surfacing turmoil...was it sadness, regret? Guilt, perhaps? Before her own emotions belie her true thoughts and feelings, the bardess winked at Agudo, and smirked. That confident, trusting smirk. The smirk Agudo had seen so many times adventuring with her. Then she looked away, and once again, they were two adversaries in the court of law, one awaiting judgement, one, perhaps, about to pass it...In a soft voice, the bardess grumbles, her voice holding more than a little bit of annoyance in its melodic quality. "By the Gods! This trial is moving slower than a troop of knights in rusty armor! By Tymora, I hope it gets done soon...I've got things to do!" Khaira sighed, an exasperated sigh wrought of having to wait for an interminable time, boredom her only companion. But the bardess was patient...this would prove nothing. She'd come through this, like she had all of the other obstacles that had been placed before her. She had things to do.
Tyrion Grayleaf 09-18-04, 10:58 PM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongtyrion.gif Tyrion blinked in shock as he unraveled the knot that kept his food stained apron on. There was little doubt in his mind that Kharia would be found guilty for her crimes against the light, yet, she wanted to hurry things along?!? What was worse, she announced for all the court to hear that she had things to do? What possible things did she have in mind? Returning to her tent, or some dusty cell and wait for her sentence to be carried out? At any rate, the patient Lady Kharia seemed to be quickly loosing her patience. Tyrion folded his apron in a bundle and approached Lady Ruthia. "My dear friend Ruthia, on mine and Rayek's behalf, we are sorry for taking so long to bring Kharia to your presence." Tyrion wouldn't supply any excuses, because that didn't excuse them for not being punctual. Speaking of punctuality. . . "Shall we begin the trial your honor? Do we have everything we need?" Tyrion looked around. . . No, they didn't have everything they needed. "Some of the jurors are missing. . . And the defendant's attorney. . ." The Elven knight returned his gaze to Ruthia and spoke in a quiet voice. "My lady, what has happened?" Artwork copyright © 2004, Gordon R. Quigley
kulideb 09-19-04, 05:32 AM	A light touch on her shoulder bought the elf to a halt. She heard Myranthors plan out, it did have merit, she thought to herself. “We will try it your way first.” She said to her fellow elf. She cast a glance at Voll and Shades to see what they thought, in the background she thought she could hear the voice of her friend, Lady Khaira. The trial musr be about to start! she thought to herself.
Myranthor 09-19-04, 07:54 AM	Away from us, in the midst of the elegant, military process, the trial continued, provoked, interestingly, by a hot-headed, zealous prosecutor, exactly in the fortuitous absence of the defense attorney. Frowning, I incanted, manipulated, carefully, the many energies sleeping within each of us, composing through their latent powers life as our weak perceptions managed to view it. In fornt of me appeared a young, handsome sun elf, clothed in a greenish robe, hisa rms crossed over his chest, waiting, patiently, for a few seconds, offering his authoritarian creator the precious time to find, in the guild's swirling spellpool, something to help the elvish lady. Through an ethereal haze, an insubstantial mist of undefined energy, my volatile mind traveled to our Guild's Vault, the chaotic pool into which countless spells swam together, mingling, circling around each other in an indescriptible, incomprehensible swirl, searching for something, for anything related to dissimulation. What stroke of luck fell upon me when, suddenly, at the first try, I succeeded to call upon the shadowdancer a complex incantation, hiding her, as well as all of her gear, from everyone's view. Maybe even Tymora is watching her faithful, I thought. However, suddenly my alter ego started walking toward its goal, distancing any of us who wouldn't follow his lead. *The spell over Kulideb is "improved invisibility", and the illusion is a "persistent image".
Drindin 09-19-04, 11:05 PM	Shades nodded, and proceeded to the tent, trying to keep track of, and to stay behind, his beloved leader, the Lady Kulideb. I will not fail you... I cannot. You are all I've left. Even my own niece has abandoned me for the protection of some other. Upon reaching the tent, he waited for the others to get into position, to commence the mission. His duty was clear. Protect Kulideb at all costs. Even if that cost was his own life.
Khaira 09-20-04, 12:58 AM	Khaira sat, still, waiting patiently, yet irritably, for her defense, her battle coordinator for this trial, to make his grand appearance. With a strong force of iron will, the bardess was able to force all thoughts from her mind. Well, all save one...Savael still had her harp. Her harp. The instrument she utilized to bring such light to many people's dark lives. This was the main reason why she had to get this sorry excuse for a trial done and over with. She needed to get it back! Absent mindedly, she found herself voicing her thoughts aloud, quietly, to herself. "The runaway still has my harp...Savael, the damned cheater and pillager. If I hadn't been distracted by Gene, I wouldn't have fallen and lost the only thing I hold dear. It holds a portion of my soul, my mind, my heart...everything I hold dear! And still, still I am stuck here, in this dirty, worm-infested "camp", if one can indeed call it that. Every moment that I sit here, it gets further and further away. Damn him!" Khaira looked up as she saw several of the audience members giving her rather strange, quizzical looks. She'd been talking to herself...she was doing that a lot lately, since she was the only one who could understand. There weren't many people who understood what the harp alone meant to her and to everyone. With a resigned sigh, she settled back and tapped her foot impatiently as she waited for the trial to commence.
Voll 09-21-04, 12:13 AM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portvoll.gif Voll followed the rag-tag band of adventurers as Myranthor briskly led the pack towards the southern edge of the encampment. Walking behind the illusionary archmage was Kulideb, an invisible shadow who could only be pin-pointed by carefully surveying the grass underneath her. To the right of the transparent elf marched Shades, a warrior who seemed to be burdened by the weight of far too many previous battles. The man held himself like he was ten or twenty years older than Voll, when it all actuality, Voll had seen at least twenty or so more winters than he had. Voll frowned as he watched Shades drag himself forward. The younger man seemed to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders. * * * Several seconds later, the party found them selves standing just a few yards outside Leetah's tent. Voll kept himself distanced from the tent and advised Shades to do the same. If the girl concealed behind the canvas walls heard too many footsteps approaching, she'd undoubtedly suspect that a team had been dispatched to deal with her and try to escape. It was much better to stay back and let the woman think that only Myranthor had come back for her. Voll eagerly watched as the other two elves closed in on the girl's sanctum. All the demon slayer could hear as he focused his concentration towards the tent was the soft sound of muffled crying. . . Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley
Drindin 09-21-04, 01:22 AM	Shades nodded quietly in response to voll, his hand reaching down around his boot as he crouched and watched, ready to spring into battle.
kulideb 09-21-04, 03:24 AM	The elf walked softly towards the tent,following the impatient double, hoping that the occupant wouldn’t hear her footfalls.True to his word the spell that the sun elf cast had worked. She hoped that their plan would succeed, she had no wish to cause harm to Leetah. Her hands gripped the enchanted rope that Myranthor had given to her. She stopped at the entrance of the tent, from inside she could hear the sad sound of crying. Kulideb waited for Shades and Voll to get in to postion, then with a glance at Myranthors double, she slipped in through a gap in the tents entrance.
Leetah 09-21-04, 06:44 AM	As the invisible shadow dancer entered the tent, her eyes were met with an uncomfortably bright flash of magical white light. But aside from momentarily robbing the elf of her sight, no other ill effects followed. . . http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongleetahnude.gif As Kulideb's vision slowly returned to her she could easily make out the source of the suppressed sobbing. It was Leetah. The young Pelorite lied curled up on the floor, arms tied behind her back, ankles bound, and mouth tightly gagged. A series of small cuts and burses adorned the girl's entire body, and what was left of her violently thrashed garments lied scatter all over the tent's interior. Trembling on the ground, Leetah's weeping suddenly dampened down as she heard the faint crushing of grass beneath someone's feet. Some one was coming. Leetah remained deathly quiet as her teary eyes narrowed in on the tent's entrance. The priestess seemed to be full of hope, and yet, overcome with dread at the same time. The girl didn't so much as blink as she nervously waited for the tent's flap to be drawn back. Continuing his brisk walk, Myranthor admitted himself inside the tent. Leetah went insane with fright! In a vain attempt to get as much distance from the elf as possible, she tried to squirm her way into a corner but only ended up crying out in pain the moment she put any amount of pressure on her right shoulder. Her right arm had clearly been dislocated. Not knowing what else to do, Leetah raised her knees to her forehead and curled up into the most defensive position she could muster. The girl shook violently with fright as Myranthor continued to loom over her. The muffled crying started up again, only this time, it was more pleading and panicked. . . Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley
Drindin 09-22-04, 12:21 AM	The flash of light and the muffled cries from within the tent irked Shades' attention. Inching closer, using his inborn stealth, he poked his head into the opening. Seeing Leetah beaten, bound, and sobbing on the ground, with Myranthor looming over, Shades let himself in. "...There is no way you did this in the time that has elapsed." He stated, emotionless. "She must have been this way when you entered... but who?"
Myranthor 09-22-04, 07:21 AM	Seeing Shades' unexpected initiative, darting under the tent against our plan, I myself wondered what happened under the tent's curtains, yet realized that seeing two versions of myself at once probably would stir a violent distrust in the succubus' already hostile mind. Quickly my faithful spy informed me of the current situation, of Leetah's new appearance : gagged, tied, bleeding and wounded, mortally scared of my illusory double, probably wanting to create suspicions agaisnt me, rather than her. Would she claim that I was an hidden demon, and that I created this movement against her to protect my disguise? From the exterior, those in the tent could hear a strong, clear voice : " Thali Kimala yalt. Huth iti, Myrar la!" _____ * Sorry for my elvish, but I didn't want to use an already existing source of elvish from the net. He basically said: " It's a masquerade. Bind her!"
ruthia 09-22-04, 12:45 PM	Ruthia watches disinterestedly as Tyrion babbles at her about starting the trail when it is extremly obviouse to her that it can not be started yet. When he suddenly comes to he same conclusion she gives a little smirck, then watches closely to see his reaction to what she says next. "They will be joining us shortly. Appearantly there is a demon in our mist, and no it isn't Khaira." Ruthia sits back in her seat and crosses her hands behind her head as she watches the court below her. o O(Intorable. Nothing but a bunch of mortal fools believing everything they do is all important. Don't they ever see that greater intentions, the ultimate intentions?) Ruthia looked at Khaira as she mumbled to herself, a smile plays it's way across Ruthia's face as the dragon Lady reflects to herself. o O(That one has to much left to do, the Creator will not allow her death. It is ordained. All these fools have a bigger part to play before it is done, the Creator has forseen for all.) Ruthia briefly turns her eyes upwards, her eyes seem to turn a blue/red a she does, but that color is lost quickly as she looks back down at the court room.....
Voll 09-23-04, 05:14 AM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portvoll.gif "SHADesmph!-*" Voll had begun to call out for Shades, but then tightly wrapped his hands around his own mouth when he realised that by yelling he only risked giving away his own position. Why had Shade's suddenly abandon his position and charge up to the tent? Neither Myranthor or Kulideb had called for them. He was directly disobeying orders! And that's when things always went sour. . . Fighting off the urge to run up and join his partner, Voll firmly planted himself down in his position and waited for further instruction. Maybe he was getting all worked up over nothing, but the demon slayer still didn't feel right advancing towards the tent without being called. Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley
kulideb 09-23-04, 03:14 PM	The elf rubbed at her dazed eyes, at first she feared that Leetah had seen her, but Myranthors spell seemed to have held. She looked puzzled at the hurt girl before her. Had Myranthor done this earlier?...no, if he had he would have said. The elf looked up as Myranthors double entered, the battered girl tried to move away from it, clearly looking scared. A clever actress? or had the demon tortured her mind as well as her body? The elf wasnt sure yet what to make of things. The sound of a voice she knew so well cut through her thoughts. Kulideb looked over to the entrance of the tent, Shades had come in. Not part of the plan, she hadnt called out...then she smiled, the flash of lights! he must have thought there was an attack. She had to stop herself from speaking to her guardian, as of yet Leetah wasnt aware of her. Elvish words in a strong clear voice called from outside. Kulideb looked at the hurt girl unsure what to do, then moving lightly over to Leetah she leaned over the girl the rope held ready to bid her alreay bound form.
Drindin 09-23-04, 09:10 PM	Shades merely nodded to Myranthors words, in the direction of the areas of pressure beneath Kulideb's invisible knees. Do it... I cannot stand being unable to see you yet knowing you're there... He thought to himself. The sooner this is over with, the sooner I will see your face again. "Poor girl... Let's get this over and done with, the trial will be starting in a matter of minutes."
Leetah 09-24-04, 06:19 AM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongsuc.jpg "A pity that none of you shall be attending." The gag that once held back the priestess' cries suddenly vanished only to reveal a cunning grin. The girl then snapped her fingers and watched with morbid delight as the surrounding air spontaneously ignited into silver flames. Within the blink of an eye, everyone inside the tent was consumed by the excruciating heat of an all mighty explosion! A deafening roar tore across the entire encampment as a miniature nova erupted into existence, instantly vaporising the private tent in all it's entirety and then gradually expanding until two more tents perished under its awesome onslaught. Then, as if somehow content with the damage it had done, the silvery inferno winked out of existence leaving behind nothing more than the tortured remains of a smouldering creator. . . . . .And a cackling succubus. Lowering the mantle of protection that had saved her from enduring the harsh consequences of her own spell, the demoness climbed out of the creator and shook off the remaining illusionary dust which concealed her flawless skin under a guise of scars and burses. It was a shame that her attempt to frame Myranthor of assaulting Leetah hadn't worked out as planned, but at least she got the joy of killing two of Agudo’s close friends as a cop-out. Still, had her plan have been successful, she may have been able to distract the attendants of this trial a bit longer before having to flee. ‘Ruby Eyes’ had instructed her to stay right until the very end, but with Voll in the proximity, she really didn’t see how that was possible. Regardless, it was time for her to leave. Soon the others would come running in to check on what had happened here, and she didn't dare stay long enough for them to see her! Spreading out her large bat wings, the succubus prepared to take flight. Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley
Voll 09-24-04, 06:48 AM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portvoll.gif "Not so fast. . .DEMON!!!" With the soles of her feet having just departed the soft grass below, the succubus looked over her shoulder at the exact moment a large bastard sword came tearing across the membrane of her left wing. Screeching in pain, the demoness quickly crashed back to the ground landing hard on her front. Voll wasted no time at all in advancing towards his fallen foe. "Zhat's right!!! Stay vight vhere I can SLAY YOU!!!" The demon slayer brought his bloodied blade down towards the succubus’ skull. "FOR TORM!!!!!!" Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley
malik21 09-24-04, 07:08 AM	Hearing an explosion and yet another cry of DEMON!Malik looks around. What is going on here?
Drindin 09-24-04, 10:03 AM	At the moment the demoness spoke up, Shades looked frantically around for Kulideb. Too late. Excruciating fire engulfed his body, searing every member. But this pain was nothing to the pain he felt in his soul. He had failed her. His only purpose in life, gone. Everything began to fade to black... Then, silence.
Mazithra-Amakiir 09-24-04, 02:16 PM	OOpss...
Khaira 09-24-04, 02:28 PM	As Khaira sat waiting for her attorney to finally show himself, she was caught up in her own agenda planning on what she would do after the trial, where she'd begin her hunt...her elven senses brought her none-too-gently out of her daydreaming when she heard an explosion of epic proportions... "By Tymora's Grace! What was that!? Is the camp under attack?" It was then that the bardess caught a scent of smoke...had Agudo been experimenting with his pipe again? But then, as she twisted her head around, she saw it...smoke, rising out of the ground. Or, more specifically, the ground where tents HAD stood. It was then that the heart-rending, honorific, bloodcurdling scream of "DEMON!" rent the air, splitting the silence in two. "Oh dear...I dread to think of what is happening. Voll must have discovered some new quarry; surely he could rid the world of yet another evil specimen without destroying the camp?" Khaira had heard the tales of Voll's exploits, ridding the world of evil demon scum, as had most of the Forgotten Realms. She had even sung a few ballads about him on her own travels. She looked around and noticed, to her dismay, that more than just Voll and Myranthor were missing... "Kulideb, Myranthor, Voll, Leetah, that mysterious man from Hillsfar...they're all gone. Somehow, I do not perceieve this as merely coincidence."
Good Knight 09-24-04, 04:06 PM	The eloquent Radiantheart knight was just about to propose a trail motion to judge Ruthia. When the thunderous blast shook the ground beneath them. Firecam could hear the familiar screams of pain of suffering. Even without seeing the results, his battle harden experience let him know that many had met their bitter end at that sad moment. But it was this same well-honed experience that directed his attention immediately towards the treacherous redheaded bard Khaira. Khaira "By Tymora's Grace! What was that!? Is the camp under attack?" With grace much more expected from a younger man than this elder statesmen of mid forties. Keldorn hops over the table sword instantly drawn, baring down on the accused. With great skill he stopped short of her delicate but seductive face. “With all do respect bardess, if I find that this fiery distraction was caused by you or your fanatical fans” Firecam let the point of his blade and his words seep in before continuing. I promise that the next voice you hear will be the innkeeper at the gates of hell welcoming you!” with a slight glance he took note of Tyiron Grayleaf and Rayek actions.
Khaira 09-24-04, 05:54 PM	Khaira smiled an innocent, seductive smile, her eyes twinkling excitedly. Her voice fairly sparkled with the prospect of another adventurer. Keldorn Firecam Firecam let the point of his blade and his words seep in before continuing. I promise that the next voice you hear will be the innkeeper at the gates of hell welcoming you!” "Really? And truly? I visited there once, it is truly an enjoyable place, you know. I am so pleased to know that you would assist me in getting there again. Truly a lovely place, you know...very nice people, and very hospitable. I'm sure they would love you! It does get a little warm there, though..." Khaira smirked as she continued with her sarcastic retort, all the while holding Keldorn's gaze with a rather innocent smile. Her voice took on a quieter tone, softer, less excited, but still loud enough for Keldorn - and most of the court - to hear. "Of course, if I were to be slain, a judgement would never be passed. The trial'd be a stalemate without anyone to judge. Nobody would know if Agudo Archmage and Zealous Keldorn were right. BUt that's what this is really all about, isn't it, Commander? You being right? No, you don't have to answer that question...we already know the answer. Know this, my good, naive, over-zealous commander...even if you kill me and send me to an fate of eternal misery - or pleasure - at the hands of varied forms of evil, that fate would be far more desirable than the fate that you would suffer at the hands of my allies. Strike, commander. Strike hard, and strike true. And then run...for if you do strike, and do kill me, then you'd best look to every moving shadow, every potential ally and fan, for I will be in that every shadow, ever ally, every fan...watching. Waiting. Until the end of your days." Khaira smiles again, and winks at Keldorn, and even chuckles. It is a chuckle of true humor and comedy, a chuckle that mocks everything that Keldorn is. "Dear Keldorn, do you so fear my life that you must jump to the conclusion that I cause every catastrophe and setback of this trial? Truly, I am honored that you would place such a compliment upon my shoulders but really...I am no Goddess, though many are those that watch over me. I am not that powerful...though you may continue to think so if such is your wish. I simply do not understand why you choose to live in such a debilitating fear of one such as myself. And, by the way, my dear Keldorn, watch where you wave your sticker from now on. I don't think the judge or jury would appreciate the execution to take place before the trial." She settles back into her chair, resting, relaxing, even going so far as to rest her eyes. She murmurs something to herself, a sleight smirk playing upon her lips. "The foolery of knights...such honor that blinds them so..."
Tyrion Grayleaf 09-24-04, 08:54 PM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongtyrion.gif Tyrion snorted at the last part of Kharia's murmured chatter to herself and lowered his crescent shaped longbow. . . which ironically enough had been pointed first at the explosion, then at Keldorn. . . It was both his and Rayek's duty to escort Kharia, And escort didn't just mean "walk with." Trading his ranged weapon for his usual sword and shield the Elven knight made his way back to Kharia and Rayek and stood ready. If something came to attack Kharia he would stop it! If something came to rescue Kharia he would stop that too. . . "Lord Keldorn, my friend, you never have to worry about mine or Rayek's allegiance." As if it wasn't bad enough Kharia had offended him, a fellow knight had too! - But he couldn't get angry at Keldorn, the knight's motive had been admirable. "Lady Kharia is safe," That undoubtedly had a double meaning, even if Tyrion didn't realize it, "What was in that tent that exploded? Was it one of the weapon supply tents or were there people inside?" Artwork copyright © 2004, Gordon R. Quigley
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Agudo Archmage 09-25-04, 12:53 AM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongagudo.gif Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley It just happen that the Wizard of Light had been looking yonder, when the hellish fireball exploded forth. “NO!” His first thoughts were of Kulideb and Myranthor. His beloved students who had been nurtured under his tutelage. It wasn’t often that Agudo used his full potential in the mystical Arts. But Agudo would spare no semblance of supposed humble modesty, when it was time to save those he saw as his children. Myranthor and Kulideb had a place in his heart like that of a son and daughter. It was that moment like a desperate surrogate father, that Agudo cast his spell. A magical hurricane of wind picked up engulfing his body. In a split second he was transported deep into the heart of the deadly blast. His hair caught fire as everything moved slowly around him in this burning milliseconds. The tents burst into flames, chunks of dirt were flown into the air. Like a blur dozens of people were being incinerated before him. “Kuuuuuliiideb! Myyyyyranthoooor” He yelled into the vortex of the super heated blast. Voll the dashing Knight could be seen shielding himself from the impact of the giant fireball. Agudo cast spells faster than most humans could think, upon Voll. Spells of Aid and Chant surged towards brave Voll Yet even then as he helped the Knight, Agudo struggled deeper through the fiery hell. He then caught glimpses of what was Shades body Death was taking the protective friend of Kulideb. The Wizard of Light knew this was it; he couldn’t see Myranthor nor Kulideb. But he could cast forth his mighty power of Light in hope that those who could be saved would be. The biggest Reanimation Spell Agudo had ever cast, was sent forth in every direction. Like the sun itself shining through the hellish blast, healing waves of energy merged with those who could be rescued. Agudo fell to one knee nearly blinded, his robe scorched ((OOC I think my post protected everyone’s F.O.D It leaves it up to those who wanted their Char to live to have an option. Also I really think it added to Voll’s great post, on how he survived so easily the blast and then was able to jump into the fray with the succubus so fast….But anyone and everyone can ignore my post :mymy: ))
Myranthor 09-25-04, 08:46 AM	Concealed by Voll's towering stature, I witnessed the huge blast caused, probably, by the demonness masked under Leetah's fair disguise, roaring, consuming, devouring the nearby tents, rampaging through the previously silent, latent encampment, hushing under the constant pressure of formality imposed by the trial. From the smothering ruins of the tent in which, not long ago, a fiend and I exchanged sugared, poisoned words and luscious promises, came the horrible view of Shades' griieviously mutilated body, came the striking disappearance of the elven lass, bolted the hellish vision of a delighted succubus, cackling, laughing of her own destructive malevolence, expanding her bat-like wings to flee in a triumphant flight. Violently lunged forward my meaty rampart, leaving me unprotected, darting toward his outlandish nemesis, plunging through her tended, leathery left wing his keen bastard sword, tearing apart her already tended parched skin. A second blow soon would follow, aimed at the beast's head, powered, fueled by the demonslayer's inner rage and zealous, retributive passion, unless magic proved swifter than might. From my component pouch I drew a handful of sand, a dry river I let flow through my fingers to the solid ground, a flowing waterfall through which I gazed insistently at the temptating seductress, muttering cabalistic, potent words conveying a terrible elemental influence through the planes.* o O (And if it doesn't completely renders the blow inoffensive, we'll only have to hire a skilled sculptor to bring her back to us.) *The spell is "flesh to stone".
Good Knight 09-25-04, 10:49 AM	Khaira ……Strike, commander. Strike hard, and strike true. And then run...for if you do strike, and do kill me, then you'd best look to every moving shadow, every potential ally and fan, for I will be in that every shadow, ever ally, every fan...watching. Waiting. Until the end of your days." Firecam slowly pulls back with his powerful sword . Khaira Khaira smiles again, and winks at Keldorn, and even chuckles. It is a chuckle of true humor and comedy, a chuckle that mocks everything that Keldorn is And, by the way, my dear Keldorn, watch where you wave your sticker from now on. I don't think the judge or jury would appreciate the execution to take place before the trial." …..The foolery of knights...such honor that blinds them so..." She continues with her cruel words even as Keldorn’s face reddens. He did just that he put away his sword. Yet as he turned his words were surprisingly calm despite his anger. “I am sure Agudo once felt the same way about you Khaira. Every ally, every fan as you say, would come to his rescue. Yet when that day came where were you Khaira in Agudo time of need? Did you slay his murderer? Did you promise justice for the wizard of light? who so loved you like any of his closest of blood relatives!” Then turning suddenly Firecam gave his own mocking smile. “Yes your right about one thing Khaira! There will be a trail, and you shall be shown the yellow traitor that you are!” ooc sorry tryionI ran out of time, but fear not soon I shall post for you as well! :D
turalisj 09-25-04, 01:40 PM	a cloaked figure, hidden behind a tree, was thrown backwards and was slammed against a tent. the figure got up and threw off his now incinerated cloak. he looked over at the knight and said, " i believe you need some assistance paladin!" he dissapeared from where his was standing with a flash of brilliant blue light. the next second he was next to the succubus with a sphere of psionic energy in his hands.
Drindin 09-25-04, 03:25 PM	A glimmer of hope... life energy. From the darkness, Shades reached out. He took that glimmer in his hands, and felt a renewed vigor. He only hoped that Kulideb had done the same. Quickly reaching down, Shades grabbed his knife, swinging at the Demoness. "FALL!" He hollered at her.
turalisj 09-25-04, 04:19 PM	draago kicked the succubus towards shades knife and threw a blast of psionic energy at her. " you will die mistress of evil!" the blast sent a shockwave of energy throughout the camp, tents incinerated with psionic flames. people fell to the ground writhing in pain.
Khaira 09-25-04, 04:31 PM	Yet when that day came where were you Khaira in Agudo time of need? Did you slay his murderer? Did you promise justice for the wizard of light? who so loved you like any of his closest of blood relatives!” Then turning suddenly Firecam gave his own mocking smile. “Yes your right about one thing Khaira! There will be a trail, and you shall be shown the yellow traitor that you are!” ooc sorry tryionI ran out of time, but fear not soon I shall post for you as well! :D Khaira opened one eye, and eyed Keldorn quizzically. She doubted that he'd understand. She doubted that many understood. There were a few; indeed her faithful students sat rather tense, waiting for the big BOOM! of the confrontation. Evander's hand strayed dangerously close to the hilt of his sword. Khaira shooked her head, smiling a sad smile. Some kind of pity was in her words. Not pity for herself nor for Keldorn but, rather, pity for the world...the brilliance in her eyes took on a new light. It was a light from one who understood too much, knew too much; it was the light from one who was burdened with this knowledge. Her voice held but a tint of sadness, remorse. "Where was I, sir knight? I was saving the one whom I believed was worth saving. Just as you are fighting the fight that you believe is worth fighting. I told an out-of-control priestess this, and so I shall tell you - we, each of us, walk our own separate path, urged on by what we believe to be right and true. Not always are our paths walked together. Not always are our paths understood by those around us. Yet we must walk it all the same. I don't expect you to believe me. I don't expect you to understand, or want to understand. Someday, I know you will learn the ultimate truth: the lines beyond good and evil are as blurred, if not more, than those between the physical and spiritual. I did what I did not for hate of Agudo nor for betrayal of him. I did what I did for love of another. I don't expect to change your mind on this. Not many understand why I walked the path that I walked. But I do want you to understand this: the world is more complicated than some would believe. It is not black and white; it is shades of grey, blending together, swirlign against one another..." Khaira just trailed off into nothingness then. There was not much more that she could say. She would walk her path to its end. Under her breath, she uttered a simple prayer... "The path I shall walk to its end, hand in hand, my Lady of Luck and my Lord Creator. I shall walk strong with the knowledge that I did what was true to my heart, for there is no stronger love nor sacrifice."
Good Knight 09-25-04, 09:28 PM	Tyrion "Lord Keldorn, my friend, you never have to worry about mine or Rayek's allegiance." As if it wasn't bad enough Khaira had offended him, a fellow knight had too! - But he couldn't get angry with Keldorn; the knight's motive had been admirable. "Lady Khaira is safe," That undoubtedly had a double meaning, even if Tyrion didn't realize it, The elder knight Keldorn beamed with pride, at his elven brother in knighthood. “Your words ring true sir knight of honor. For I did not suspect Rayek or yourself of betrayal. Like all my soldiers that serve with me. I take note of their reactions under stressful times.” Firecam gives a respectful salute too Rayek and Tyrion. “ May I say both of you have served well, even under surprising circumstances” Both knights turn to eye the blistering remains in the distance. Tyrion "What was in that tent that exploded? Was it one of the weapon supply tents or were there people inside?" Before the either knights could answer such a question, the bardess Khaira found her sly voice. Khaira "Where was I, sir knight? I was saving the one whom I believed was worth saving……. The Radiantheart knight rolled his eyes, as the redheaded bard continued her gibberish philosophical banter. But then she said something that caused Keldorn to stop and listen happily. Khaira I did what I did not for hate of Agudo nor for betrayal of him. I did what I did for love of another….. “Thank you Khaira for anything you say, will be used against you in a court of law. Its to bad your public defender Myranthor isn’t about. For I would love to see the look on that young pups face, when he hears that his client has admitted to the crime.” With that Keldorn walked back to his seat, not listening to the bardess and hoping judge Ruthia would start the case.
Rayek 09-25-04, 11:00 PM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongrayek.gif Rayek frowned as he watched Keldorn merrily strut back to his seat. The old knight certainly seemed to be pleased with himself, but then again, he had good reason to be. From the looks of things, Kharia was going to hand him the victory of this trial in her opening statement! Rayek stepped towards the bardess and spoke in hushed tones. "Your analogies wont do you any favours on the court floor. Like it or not, your going to be judged as either black or white, guilty or innocent, got it! I have no idea what you and Myranthor have planned as a defence, but if it's anything like what your going on about right now then your finished! Keep quiet until your attorney returns. You've already said too much!" Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley
turalisj 09-25-04, 11:18 PM	draago looked at the dark figure with a dark glare. "perhaps it would help if i just copied her very thoughts onto a peice of paper for all to read?"
kulideb 09-26-04, 05:36 AM	Some thing heavy sat upon the elfs chest, her mind tried to make some sort of sense over what had happened. She had just been about to bind Leetah when some thing had sent her flying backwards, she remembered feeling very hot ...and image of flames devouring the tent lept to her mind, then it had gone dark. She reached to push the weight from her, the 'thing' made a strange chrip noise and a thin hairy leg touched her face, she opened her eyes. "Shaddy" the elf cried out hugging the Umbra spider, she glanced round, colours of purple and shades of gray told her she was in the shadow plane. "Wheres Shades?" she asked the spider, her voice full of concern. In response the spider chirped. "We have to go back to the normal plane ...I dont know what I'll do if any thing has happened to him." The elf got to her feet, her clothes were in burnt tatters and she had a feeling her hair was now a lot shorter than it had been before. She allowed her body to relax, then stepped forward back into the normal plane. She blinked as the daylight and bright colours hit her.
turalisj 09-26-04, 12:03 PM	draago looked over at the burnt elf and sighed. "if you want i can heal all your wound, including cloths and hair" he said. he walked over to the other elf and his hands began to glow. within seconds her hair and cloths looked the same before the fight. he looked at the statue that remained of the succubus and just laughed.
Bonze 09-26-04, 02:21 PM	Quietly, having spotted, when I left the little caucus I delved in, along with the judge, Agudo, and both crafty, tricky layers, I decided not to reach her, preferring to reach my official position, to go sit along with the rest of the jury, gazing, smiling at the coming captive with a calm caompassion, an immovable assurance. Patiently, in a tense, palpable, noisonous silence, we awaited the return of both the last jurior and Khaira's elvish defense attorney, when, unexpectedly, exploding violently, shuffling rows of tents and armored soldiers, hell came to the Material Plane in the middle of the camp. Immediately I jumped to my feet, ready to run, to fly from wounded to harmed when I witnessed the Headmaster, the plaintiff wizard hovering in the eye of the spell, hurling massive bolts of positive energy around him, helping friends and allies. Seeing how, at this attack, Keldorn reacted, jumping at Khaira's white throat, his blade drawn, pulsating like a scared scorpion's poisonous barbed tail, I chosed to remain nearby, to watch what would do the endoctrinated fool. In only a few keen, accurate oratory blows, each of the oppponents had greviously touched her rival, had aimed at their self-respect, their personnal philosophies and beliefs, had offered each other enough information to definitely discredit each other in front of the whole of the assembled jury, strangely silent, contemplating this awful scene their lips, their visages completely shut and inexpressive. With a decided attitude, I walked to the arrogant knight, letting rest over his armored shoulder a calm hand, while a prudent, soft voice flowed toward his attentive ears: " You know, the defense attorney had the decency to call for you, as well as your client and the udge herself before he attempted to speak with you, for a reason as dire as you know. I do believe most members of the jury noticed this difference in your ways, not to mention how the judge herself could see this. Maybe stopping to harass, to threaten the lady would be redeeming for your case, since, as you know, different parties shouldn't exchange before a trial."
Gallic Imalustriel 09-26-04, 03:22 PM	Sitting atop my improvised bench, facing the silent court, oozing between life and slumber, death and life, a rejuvenating coma or a tiresome activity, I constantly pestered against the slowness of this official procession, the decorum the activity was plagued, infected with. For the third time I verified, inspected my quiver, taking care of adjusting, balancing each of my arrows, when a massive explosion disrupted the oppressive tranquility reigning over the area, ruining my concentration, making me cut a bit of my own thumb with my keen dagger.Violently I jumped to my feet, madly shouting : " BY CORELLON'S SIMIAN BEARD, WILL THIS COMEDY START ALREADY!?!"
Agudo Archmage 09-26-04, 08:20 PM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongagudo.gif Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley The stench of burnt flesh was overwhelming. The Wizard of Light wearily open his eyes and he staggered up from his knees. His robe was full of holes and his face was red with blisters. Before him were dead horses that were tied up near the blast sight. As his eyes focused he realized that there was no sign of Kulideb, yet the blond hair mage took heart in seeing Myranthor boldly battling the Succubus. The young Elf, if such a thing could be said in human terms. Was boldly casting spells that he had learned in his many classes at the school of Light. The very act of magic pleased his old Headmaster. Voll was along side the Elvin robe Wizard, masterfully cutting away at the most foul winged creature. It was amazing that this demonic creature could still fly, with such a brutal beating it was taking. Then like a blessing from above, Agudo took sight of Shades and he was alive. Fighting with the others yelling valiantly at the Sucubus. Shades. "FALL!" Agudo blurted out with joy “By the Light not all is lost then. If I could not save Kulideb from death, then at least I honored Kulideb life by saving her friend shades” Yet Headmaster shed a tear thinking he had some how failed Kulideb.
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ruthia 09-26-04, 09:34 PM	As all this comotion appears around and in the court Ruthia stares, her eyes begin to whirl red as she does. Just as Gallic shouts out and Khaira/Kheldorn exchange words Ruthia stands. Slamming her fist down upon the desk in front of her she braces herself, eyes still whirling a very nasty shade of red as she bellows out in a voice loud enough to be heard through out the whole army encampment. " ENOUGH!" Ruthia turns her red hot gaze onto Khaira and Kheldorn, if looks could kill they both may have passed away on the spot. In a deadly quiet voice she hisses at them "One more word out of either of you and I will presonally bound and gag both of you. You BOTH are to stay quiet till this starts. Have I made myself clear." It was not a question, it was a order. Her look gives no doubt to the fact that she will carry out her threat if need be.
Good Knight 09-27-04, 12:27 AM	The elder knight was sitting smugly, bemusing the day’s recent events, quite pleased with himself. When a colleague of Agudo’s as well as a jury member, walked up, with a soft touch upon his shoulder. Bonze " You know, the defense attorney had the decency to call for you, as well as your client and the judge herself before he attempted to speak with you, for a reason as dire as you know. I do believe most members of the jury noticed this difference in your ways, not to mention how the judge herself could see this. Maybe stopping to harass, to threaten the lady would be redeeming for your case, since, as you know, different parties shouldn't exchange before a trial." Without getting up allowing the philosophical cleric, to continue his uninvited touch. Firecam with his full head of pepper colored hair, turned slowly. He then looked deeply into the eyes of Bonze, using his baritone voice that was surprisingly calm, even after the chastising by nomadic ecclesiastic. “I see that you have thought carefully over your words priest! Bonze isn’t it?” Not waiting for answer he continued “ As a knight of honor and truth, I can respect your views on what you thought you saw. Let me be the first to seek forgiveness if I have offended you in any manner. Yet let it also be said that my attempt to keep the prisoner from escaping; was perfectly understandable for those educated in my position. If you mistook my actions as unwarranted then try to see as well that Khaira cocky pride, and if I may, arrogance that duped her into confessing.” Taking a quick look at the bardess before glaring back at Bonze. “I wouldn’t worry, whatever I may say about Myranthor’s lack of experience do him being a young buck in life. I am not blind to knowing one thing about the Elf, and that is he’s a sly book reader. That makes him smarter than most! And not just because he went to my good friend Agudo school. This Myranthor may be wet behind the ears and just out of school. But he is also by birth or luck, sharp as a tack! The Fay will probably demand that any confession made by Khaira, be withheld, do to the fact that it was made under duress." With a laugh he continued. “That being my sword near Khaira’s quivering throat. Sadly it doesn’t matter that I had put my sword away before the confession was made. Myranthor will probably say to the judge, his poor sweet client was emotionally fearful, or some such gobble gook!” Keldorn raised his hands in annoyance at that thought. "Thank you for your wise thoughts Bonze any other thoughts?" It wasn’t long after that when Ruthia the omni judge spoke up loudly. Ruthia " ENOUGH!" Ruthia turns her red hot gaze onto Khaira and Kheldorn, if looks could kill they both may have passed away on the spot. In a deadly quiet voice she hisses at them "One more word out of either of you and I will presonally bound and gag both of you. You BOTH are to stay quiet till this starts. Have I made myself clear." It was not a question, it was a order. Her look gives no doubt to the fact that she will carry out her threat if need be.
Malendor... 09-27-04, 01:02 AM	Standing to the right side of his mothers chair Malendor has a clear view of all that is currently going on, the exploding tent, the word playing of Khaira and Kheldorn, and unfortantly the rising of his mothers anger. He glances sideways at her and notes the tensing up of her hands, the subtle changes in character that indicate she is going to let loose that anger at anytime. When he see's her eyes start to change colors Malendor's face looses all it's color, he remebers what can happen when his mom gets angery enough and from his past experiances it wouldn't be pretty. Malendor rushes out of the court room just as his mother bellows out " ENOUGH!" Running now Malendor comes upon the place where the group is fighting the Sucubus and seemingly winning, his hearing still picking up what his mother is saying as he gets to the fighting group. Growling slightly as he comes to a stop next to Agudo, Malendor says "I think you guys had better get into the court room RIGHT NOW, before Ruthia starts coming up with new and interesting ways to torture you for holding this up as long as you have. She's already threating to bound and gag Kheldorn and Khaira."
Voll 09-27-04, 02:21 AM	It was indeed doubtless that the small group of wizards and warriors had gained the upper hand over the succubus, for the demoness now lied helplessly on the ground encased in a prison of stone. Myranthor's spell had worked. Chiselled along the statue's surface was a grievous puncture to the back and a narrow slit along the neck. Both Shades and Voll had got their strikes in prior to the demon being turned to stone. Also, Draago's psychic attack had riddled the statue with chips and cracks. In it's current condition, it was very unlikely that the demoness would survive the transformation of her stone body being returned to flesh and blood. But that was a concern for another time. Right now the trial was about to begin! Not wishing to incur the wrath of Ruthia, Voll quickly sheathed his blade and stormed back towards the court room, offering Kulideb a hand getting up if she wished to accept it. Yikes! Despite the terrible attack she had suffered, the curly haired elf didn't appear to be too much worse for wear. Someone must have already healed her. Perhaps that new comer? Deciding to ponder over such thoughts later, Voll quickly found his seat beside Malik and Jedit and nearly tackled it over in his haste to sit down. The Demon Slayer then let out a huge sigh of relief and asked into the open air in front if him. http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portvoll.gif "DID I MISS ANYTHING?" Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley
Tyrion Grayleaf 09-27-04, 02:21 AM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongtyrion.gif Tyrion blinked at Rayek as surely as his darkly clad friend blinked back at him. Both of them wore expressions of utter uncertainty and perhaps a slight bit of fright! Neither one of them was a paladin immune to that emotion, after all, and each of them took a few steps away from Ruthia. Watching the esteemed judge's eyes flicker like rubies was definitely an unsettling sight to behold! . . Especially considering her true lineage, which wasn't human at all. In the peripheral of his vision Tyrion watched Malendor flee from his upset mother. The young dragon no doubt thought the site of the explosion was a safer place to be!! Maybe not such an unwise thought, which did little to improve Tyrion's mood. Gallic Imalustriel, one of the jurors present at the trial also hollered out something most upsetting!!! " BY CORELLON'S SIMIAN BEARD, WILL THIS COMEDY START ALREADY!?!"It still echoed in the Elven Knight's head long after it had been stated. . . That anyone would show such great disrespect to his patron deity, not to mention the people who may have been harmed during the recent series of comedic events. . . Why, it was enough to make Tyrion tightly clinch both his fists and teeth! . . which would have looked quite unchivalrous. . . Fortunately for him, his fists were well hidden behind sturdy, mithral gauntlets, and his teeth behind his smooth Elven lips. Trying to look as professional as his mixed emotions allowed him to be, Tyrion sheathed his sword and shield and marched to where he'd be stationed for the majority of the trial, right behind the defendant's table. He attempted a quick glance towards Ruthia, but immediately thought better of it once he noticed her eyes hadn't changed back yet. Artwork copyright © 2004, Gordon R. Quigley
Drindin 09-27-04, 02:30 AM	Shades Reached out, and attempted to grab Kulideb's arm, gently0. "Come, my Lady!" He said, weakly, still feeling lethargic from nearly dieing. "We must return to the court room with haste!" With that, he urged her onward and began to lead in the direction of the court tent.
kulideb 09-27-04, 03:06 AM	Kilideb was glad of the offer of healing that draago offered, She nodded her head in consent, while looking round at the damaged area. She could see the Archmage wipe away a tear, was he weeping or was it just the smoke getting to him? A strong arm helped, her heart lept as she turned to see who it was. She tried to hide her disapointment that it was only Voll. "Have you seen Shad...?" she started to asked him as she felt the light touch on her arm and heard a familiar voice, she had to restrain her self from hugging her friend. "Yes, of course!" she said her smile fading as she thought of Khaira.
Khaira 09-27-04, 05:39 PM	Khaira looked innocently into Kheldar's eyes, smiling slyly. "Enlighten me, but when did I admit? What did I say I did anyway?" She heard, then, Rayek's harsh whispering words of advice. To both Rayek and Keldorn, she smiled unworriedly. "What will happen will happen. It is of no..." Originally Posted by Ruthia: " ENOUGH!" Ruthia turns her red hot gaze onto Khaira and Kheldorn, if looks could kill they both may have passed away on the spot. In a deadly quiet voice she hisses at them "One more word out of either of you and I will presonally bound and gag both of you. You BOTH are to stay quiet till this starts. Have I made myself clear." It was not a question, it was a order. Her look gives no doubt to the fact that she will carry out her threat if need be. The bardess had an ironhard will...not many things frightened her. Indeed, she had seen some very fearful and revolting atrocities in her life. Not much frightened her these days, not even death itself. But that voice...and the eyes...both promised a fate worse than death itself. Khaira visibly shuddered, and was forced into submission.
Gene_Kynes 09-27-04, 05:45 PM	A flicker. Two, now. Slight, peculiar twitches in the fabrics of reality, the faintest of crimson cracks in cloaks of shadow. He grinned...a gesture once possibly considered charming, perhaps...now sending a series of chills. He lacked mirth. Humor. For now...there was nothing but chill in that curving of thin lips. Crackling, now. Flickers of antilight, darkness that stole, breathed, greedily inhaled the light around it soared in the air near the middle of the court room, drank it in...and didn't let go out it until it's short-lived lifespan expired...announcing it's death with a chilling hiss, an almost demonic whisper. But the words spoken were very, very clear. Umbral. As the cackling intensifies, light around a fixed point in the courtroom, the arcs of umbral energy turning in on themselves...until they form a chaotic, constantly shifting sphere of gray, black, and white, a flaw between worlds... ...a Shadowportal. And just as dramatically as it is created...it meets it's fate with a large, chilling flare, forcing any who look through it to see colors drained, and reversed...simulating the negatives of a photograph, if such a device existed. ...and when the flare receeds, a single figure is left standing in it's place. Two meters of height..roughly. A physique that told of a highly active lifestyle...albeit focused much more on speed, than of strength. A figure, spine straight with pride, but oddly-colored silvery-white hair hanging down...before eyes that, for a moment, seemed violet with a red sunburst...before shifting to an odd white sunburst near the pupil, surrounded by a sea of black, and in turn, an ocean of white. "...Honestly." A toxically silky, insidious voice, tinged with sarcasm, perhaps? At least that didn't change. However...from the neck down...much more did. The same sentient cloak. The same second-skin gloves, the same taste in colors...but those used to reading the living find volumes of change within him. Armor? Forsaken, leaving only airy garments, loose, and concealing. And whilst his Enruned Blade remained the same...basically...it's once dimly-lit runes now almost bleed a dark, pulsing purple, leaving tracers in the air behind it, at least when it moves. Boots that simply dampened sound...removed it all together, as even the man's breathing can't be heard...a Silence effect suspected, when a nearby buzzing insect falls into a vow of soundless flight when passing by him. But, the most profound difference, the greatest contrast...seems to be in Gene's mannerisms, his aura, so to speak. It personified. It perfected. It became umbral, distant, chilly. It concealed emotion, it drew suspicion like a flame does the moth, but it most certainly kept the weak-willed out of way. Calmly bowing towards Agudo Heh. He still makes me feel like a kid.,nodding to Khaira...and giving a secretive, almost conspiratoral smile to Kulideb...he makes himself known. "...Forgive the...choice...of entry." A smirk. Sarcasm. His words weren't exactly the most truthful, but they worked. Heading quietly towards Khaira, he takes a deep breath, and lean in. "My, my, my. The woman who taught me to love the delicate strums of a lute's strings...seems to've gotten tied up herself. Mind...explaining, Miss?" He never was the most polite of assassins. That distinction still held closely to another...
turalisj 09-27-04, 06:42 PM	draago's eyes flared open. there was a killer around here.... he didnt know where but he had to find out. there was already too much blood shed. he walked silently and swiftly up to khaira. he bent down (he's 7'11) and whispered into her ear, " i believe there is a threat on your life. you must be alert, there are evil forces around here who wish for your demise" with that he walked over to a seat next to the bardess. he hid his hands in his cloak around some of his poison darts. the first sign of attack and he would strike.
Khaira 09-27-04, 07:58 PM	As Khaira sat with her hands clasped, awaiting the beginning of judgement, she felt a familiar, and rather uncomfortable, presence beginning to take form within the court. She hadn't felt that presence for a long time...it was order within eternal chaos. It was the ever evolving spectrum of darkness and light. It was damnation and it was salvation. It was every lurking shadow and every saving light. It was student and teacher. It was enemy and friend. It was Gene Kynes. She felt her heart soar; here was her most secretive student, and at the same time, the one who had revealed truth to her. The teacher and the student. She had, at one time, felt a closeness to Gene...a closeness that was, perhaps, the foolish lustfulness of a lingering youth. "...Honestly." A toxically silky, insidious voice, tinged with sarcasm, perhaps? At least that didn't change. That voice...the inviting, welcoming voice of the shadows. It was welcoming, and yet, it warned of the cold distance peering out at one from the shadows. One time, it had been her salvation...rescuing her from the darkness of the shadows...revealing naked truth to the naked soul. The bardess, who had felt so calm and removed from this time, this place. The bardess who had receded into the depths of her own, endless mind, felt a calling, then. That voice...it called to her, invited her back to reality. Color once again, rose quickly to her carefully sculpted face, flushing it a light, rosy color once again...she felt him. He was there. He was there once again, as he had been not so long ago. A smirk. Sarcasm. His words weren't exactly the most truthful, but they worked. Heading quietly towards Khaira, he takes a deep breath, and lean in. "My, my, my. The woman who taught me to love the delicate strums of a lute's strings...seems to've gotten tied up herself. Mind...explaining, Miss?" She didn't hear him. After all, how could one hear shadows draw near? No, she did not hear him. She felt him. She felt that coldness, that coldness that brought warmth. There was order within chaos, warmth behind the cold...it was all a matter of perception...he was beside her now. One of her special students. The student whom she had felt had gone so far away from her...he was there, now...she began to say something, to offer some manner of appology, to explain herself...it was then that the shadows of another fell over her form. he walked silently and swiftly up to khaira. he bent down (he's 7'11) and whispered into her ear, " i believe there is a threat on your life. you must be alert, there are evil forces around here who wish for your demise" The small candle-flame that had been alight in her soul erupted then, into an infernal blaze of massive proportions. Had she brought forth the home plane of Fire itself, her senses would not have been more fierce. With fires for eyes, and whips for a tongue, the bardess turned to the man seated beside her. Her voice was soft, quiet, yet it held the lethalness and deadliness of an entire army of demonic vengeance. "You are not friend, infidel. Remove yourself from this place. I will not allow interference. Death seeks us all. Death constantly seeks us all. I have avoided it for a couple hundred years. If you think your simple existence is going to prove as a deterrent to the unstoppable force, perhaps you'd best re-think your existence." For a moment, her eyes flared up. A thousand demons were reflected in her eyes. A thousand deaths. A thousand tortures. "Begone from my side! I have no necessity of protection from the likes of you!" Gene was still there. He was still standing there, a part of the shadows as much as apart from it. Her student, her friend, her comrade. They had taught each other many of the intricate lessons of life. And here he was again...in a soft, once again composed, voice, she spoke a velvety tone, the reminiscient memory of the tones of a lute echoing within and throughout... "I am following my heart, my dear and precious student and friend. I am walking the path that I chose to walk. I am loving for whom none held any. For one whose life was damned, I shall walk the end of my path...or the beginning. Can there be further justice, in this world or the next?"
Gene_Kynes 09-27-04, 08:10 PM	Gene's eternal smirk lightened up, into a small, short-lived smile. Arms, draped in blackness, crossed, folded, tightly. "...If I had a blade as sharp as thy tongue, Khaira, even the grandest colossus of the finest mithril would fall in a single strike, my friend." He sighs, softly...moving around to behind the bardess, his steps still carrying that odd grace, that sense of both superiority...and whenever was Agudo was around...intense humility. Blowing his hair out of the way, allowing a single black-within-white-within-black-within-white eye to be revealed, and sending a slight breeze over Khaira's finely pointed ear, he stands for a moment, to ponder. "...My. Khaira...don't you know?" A darker smirk. "...Freedom is dangerous." He takes a step back, the smirk slowly dissolving. "...Don't open your eyes...you won't like what you'll see." A bit of a...grin?...as he moves back to her side, staring at the foolish man who -dared- tried and conspire against him. But no malice was in his eyes...simply put...amusement. "...the Devils of Truth steal the souls of the free." The grin dissolves, just as it's brother did, Gene returning to his almost trademark mask of melancholy. "...And I see this court has a poor taste in Jesters, hm?" He gestures towards Turalisj.
Myranthor 09-27-04, 08:16 PM	Sweating, feeling the aftermath of the sudden adrenalin overthrow within my veins, gazing, disbelieving it, the rocky substance of which was made, now, the succubus' body, I faintly distinguished Malendor's last words, missing the good times I spent, calm, meditative, in my desertic demiplane. " Sure, we'll go, Malendor. However, we'll need you to guard the statue while we get this damned trial running. I'll send Nyramithios to reach Kel'Rea, and I hope some members of your army, Agudo, should join the guard around this monumental predator." Regardless of my old master's answer, I was ready to come back, along with him, to our more official positions*. _______________________________ Atop Kel'rea's shoulder, in the assembly, a familiar weight and voice, despite the fact she could see nothing, greeted her, in the following terms, "Hey, m'lady! Your boyfriend would like you to guard a piece of stone, next to the big boom. Are you comin'?"** %$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$ * Agudo, this means you can describe that both come back together, for sake of making this run smoothly and efficiently. ** Hey, that familiar has an intelligence score of 7. That's life. *** College takes all my time when I finish eating supper at 19h30, and must be ready to leave for school tomorrow at 6h45. Sorry for the hasty posts, but I want to keep up.
Myranthor 09-27-04, 08:29 PM	This post is a figment of your imagination.
Bonze 09-27-04, 08:30 PM	As if the tainted presence of a vile demonness, the sudden wrath of the draconic judge, the encounter between Khaira and keldorn weren't enough, from thin air came, slowly, majestically, a herald of darkness, an old acquaintance, that I was rather fond of having forgotten behind. I scrutated the newcomer, searching, feeling wether, or not, he radiated a dark stench, the unspeakable cloud that plagued all victims of evil's swaying tongue*, and then left the bard and her friend alone, going back to my official sitting place. Hopefully, the claming aura, the peaceful sanctum surrounding me would be enoigh to calm, to settle down Ruthi's volcanic temper. *detect evil as a spell-like ability.
Khaira 09-27-04, 08:35 PM	Khaira smiles. It is a simple smile, full of the best intentions and, perhaps, too much knowledge. It is a smile full of unintentional music. Her smile remained even as Gene, her student, her teacher, questioned her about unknown knowledge...even as the breeze lifted her matted hair from her head, revealing those pointed ears, Khaira smiled. The music played. The notes continued. "...Freedom is dangerous." He takes a step back, the smirk slowly dissolving. "...Don't open your eyes...you won't like what you'll see." She smiles again, her eyes twinkling merrily. Mischief danced in her eyes, the harp played in her smile. She spoke then, the same velveteen voice. A burdened voice. The voice of one who already carried too much knowledge. The voice belonging to one who should be dancing and singing ballads...not in a court room, bantering with foolhardy knights and escaping confession, promising deathly threats to infidels and guarded by two of her old friends. "Gene...it's much too late for that, I'm afraid. Freedom is the song that I play. It is the only song that I play. It is my unintentional music. There is no cage that can hold me. If that were to transpire, I would no longer have my music. That cannot happen. And Gene...you know who I have to thank for that..." The twinkle within her eyes played suspciously as she held Gene's own gaze. The gaze of freedom. The gaze of daring. The gaze of strength of will. "You know that answer, my shadowy counter-part. You always were a confusing one, Gene. You never could be read like an ancient script. You had to be analyzed like a painting. But that was never possible, either..." She smirks as Gene continues the conversation. Where was he going with this? It was impossibly confusing, this man. He could strike faster than you could think. He could read your mind, know what your thinking. he could make you think. Truth...what was truth? She smirks carelessly. No, not carelessly...daringly. "Truth, Gene? What is Gene, but perception? Perception by the individual which devises a more complicated prison than any mortal could construct. Freedom through freedom." "...And I see this court has a poor taste in Jesters, hm?" A chuckle bubbles up from deep inside the bardess, a chuckle spurred on by harp music far away... "You do him justice by honoring him by such a title. A fool. A pawn in the larger game of fools. " Her eyes brighten as she regards Gene. Gene - salvation, damnation. Neither life not death. Just...is. A smile forms on her lips. It is a smile saying many things, depicting many scenes...rolling fields, blue skies, rising sunsets, setting moons...many thanks, many praise.
Agudo Archmage 09-27-04, 08:53 PM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongagudo.gif Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley Agudo was lost in thought about his life before the war. His wounds were being tended to thanks to one of the many army nurses helping the wounded He sat calmly near the burned out smoldering tents just thinking 0o…. Wizard of Light, Author, Headmaster, Inquisitor of the Army of Light and so many more ego raising titles. Yet all he really wanted in life, was have things the way they were before. Kulideb without the burden of a nation on her shoulders, guiding the people from the now abandon city of Hillsfar. Instead she would be prancing about his office, showing Hoot and Agudo, her latest Rogue trick she learned from Gene class....o0 Ahh Agudo thought with a smile. 0o....Gene his mysterious friend, who always seemed to be ever faithful in protecting Agudo No matter how risky it turned out to be in his many adventures...o0 Whatever became of him? Agudo pondered 0o....For one sudden day Gene made sudden departure from the Agudo school of Light and Magic….o0 Off to his side the blond hair Mage, caught sight of Myranthor who was easily finishing off the Succubus with the others Agudo continued his daydream 0o….Myranthor asking his always complex, yet intriguing questions in Agudo’s history class. It was always a joy to show the young Wizard the depths of magic. They would spend hours in the laboratory, trying to focus the never-ending variation of magical energy. Yet like Gene... Myranthor felt the call of adventure, and all to quickly departed the school as well….o0 “So many changes in life” Agudo sighed, sadly smiling as he saw a happier departure. 0o…That being Starbright and Malendor. One of the first couples to get married and start a family at the school….o0 The Wizard of Light laughed out loud as the wedding ceremony came to mind back on Purn. 0o...Starbright had announced at the last minute that it was traditional for everyone to take off their cloths. Many of the guests were shocked to see how fast Agudo was happy to oblige…o0 It was then that the voice of Malendor broke through his contemplation. Malendor "I think you guys had better get into the court room RIGHT NOW, before Ruthia starts coming up with new and interesting ways to torture you for holding this up as long as you have. She's already threating to bound and gag Kheldorn and Khaira." After the quick pleasantries with Malendor, Agudo made haste back to the court area. His long blue and white cape was now magically minded from the deadly inferno. It slowly flapping about, as the powerful Arcane user leaned on his enchanted staff. For the long blond hair Wizard was still suffering the effects of the draining situation. Just outside the cordon off court arena, there were many of his fans that screamed out his name. Some seeking a quick answer to life’s many questions, What ruin is this? Can you interpret this old tome? Or just another autograph seeker hoping to catch Agudo eye. Worst of all the news hounds, and their fanatical need to ask personnel questions. Gnomes, Halflings, Dwarfs, Elves, Humans and many, many more races. All begging for just a few minutes of Agudo time One brawny Minatare reporter, his horns piercing his brown hat. Was holding a writing feather, and yellowed parchment, nearly knocked Agudo over. “Excuse me Magical Man!” The Minatare grunted in his brutish voice. “I traveled many months from my island nation just to get here and my people demand to know the truth? Are you and Khaira lovers? And was Khaira not really Messianica? All part of your diabolical plan to take over the Realm!” The blue and white robe Mage brushed way past the gossip scroll reporter. Agudo Agudo was annoyed at such rags, as he called those mass information reporters. The Wizard of Light preferred the old ways. Were it took decades for books and news to travel around the Realm. Now thanks to three mast sailing ships, winged pony express letter deliverers. It now only took a year or two for half of Fearun to hear the most silly tavern gossip. Recovering somewhat he began waving with his free hand, causing the sunlight to sparkle off of his many colorful rings. He then offered his famous charismatic smile, pleasing the crowd to no end Yet this was not the time for such banter, and respectfully asked them to come another day. Many moans left the crowd, but they waited outside the roped off area, hoping to see what would happen next. A few seconds latter Agudo had come near the prosecutor’s table. Agudo could see the Firecam was unusually silent. But then like some miracle it all happen at once. First his joyful eyes laid upon Kulideb, being escorted by Voll and Shades. She was alive as well! The Wizard of Light was opening his mouth to praise the Light. When of all people, burst through a most disturbing display of dark magical energy. It was Gene! And as if the shock wasn’t enough, the racially Gene gave a most humble bow before Agudo. Gene then skipped over to Khaira with a sparkle in his eye. All Agudo could say was… “The Light be praised for of all places my family has returned” Tears ran down his cheek, at the sight of so may people this day… Gene, Kulideb, Keldorn, Khaira, Myranthor, Malendor, Ruthia even though she was angry with him for the near loss of Branth, and in an ironic since, Shades, for he was related to Drindin. Agudo just raised his head and hands in the air, smiling and singing to the Light. Some would think he had just lost his mind, do to the morbid reasons of being at a murder trail.
Gene_Kynes 09-27-04, 09:04 PM	Gene gave a low chuckle at her words, re-adjusting his gloves...as if they weren't tight enough. She never quite told him why she was in court...but...he supposed that'd have to wait until later. "...From your tender words...I presume that my absence was...taken sorely?" Bonze's scans, his penetrating senses...revealed nothing but grayness, a blank canvas upon which neither white, nor black, have truly left a dominating mark. Just as Gene tries to lead observers on a zig-zag trail of assumptions...it seems he has tailored his mind's surface to lead the same trail of utter confusion to an observer. "...As for the truth..." Something new. Gene no longer stood as a distant, midnight moon, infinitely far, and just out of grasp. Perhaps it was the utter isolation, that made him forget exactly what it meant to initiate contact. To allow skin to brush up against skin. A handshake, a hug, a kiss. It all meant something. But for now...Gene simply stood once again behind Khaira, and leaned forward, allowing his cheek, cool, skin that was held by years by the breezes of the shadow. He felt her warmth...alien and burning, but ignoring the urge to draw back, by doing what he came into this position to do. Keep what should be unheard, unheard. "...Truth...is as changing as you...or I. Truth...can be what you want to hear, or what actually transpired. Truth...can be what others wish to be put in history. Truth means nothing...and everything." A grin could be felt, as he pulled back, silvery-white becoming untangled from red locks. "...As you may well know, Khaira...if you expect me to stand by your side...I must know the complete truth. However, understanding the justice system...I believe trials take over entire weeks to complete, no? We'll have...plenty of spare time...to wittle down your worries, and learn the..." A grin. "...truth."
turalisj 09-27-04, 09:04 PM	A chuckle bubbles up from deep inside the bardess, a chuckle spurred on by harp music far away... draaco bent over to whisper to khaira, " there are a great many fools here. to some you yourself are foolish. such as my masters" he sat back up and suddenly looked as if he was born of nobility. but what would a noble be doing as a mere thief?
Drindin 09-27-04, 09:14 PM	A simple gust of wind. The fluttering of a dark blue cloak, against a cloak black as death. Two small lithe, female figures suddenly were near Myranthor. "You need not send your familiar, Myranthor." Came the cool voice of none other than the famed half-blue dragon herself. "I'm already here." Her thin fingers pulled back her hood. "I've been waiting for this trial to start for some time. There are strange things afoot here... things stranger than me." Krissy pulled back her hood aswell, with her thin, ghostly pale fingers, her eyes similarily as disturbing and transparent. "Indeed. Things stranger than even myself." Kel offers her hand to Myranthor. "Now come! This trial is going to heat up."
turalisj 09-27-04, 09:33 PM	a voice, harsh and regal, suddenly spoke into maranthor's head. O.o <do not venture into what youy can not deal with. khaila must make it through this trail. if you force my hand in the matter more than it is, then there will be many more slain>
Khaira 09-27-04, 09:43 PM	She smiled, her mind far away from the trial. She didn't notice Keldorn's silence nor Agudo's song streaming into the crowd or the crowd growing wild nor Ruthia's stern gaze. Right now, it was just Gene and the bardess. Gene and the bardess, floating in the shadows. She smiles that smile...the dazzlign smile full of life and daring. Her eyes glint in memory as she speaks. Even her voice was far away, distant, soft, a reminiscient memory through a foggy dream...though her words are few, her eyes seem to speak all. "I have not forgotten our conversation within the shadows, upon that farway planescape, when one lone, female elf was lost." "Sorely, my dear student? Nay. Missed? We had some good times." She watched Gene, rather quizzically in fact, as he began to come closer to her. She was puzzled...he hadn't come this close before...she felt his skin, his cold skin, brush her warm, colored cheeks. She recalled how she felt when she was a younger, more bold youth. She recalled the excitement of playing for her first crowd. The cheering, the racing heart, the dry throat, the passionate flushing. Again that excitement assaulted her senses, stealing away rationale thought. She pushed those feelings back; she should not feel this way! This was not right, here in court... "...Truth...is as changing as you...or I. Truth...can be what you want to hear, or what actually transpired. Truth...can be what others wish to be put in history. Truth means nothing...and everything." She just nodded; for once, the daring, red-haired bardess was speechless. It was not love and it was not lust; she had long ago tossed those feelings away. Then, what was it? It was...the need for another. Comradeship. Friendship. Would she have that again? Would Agudo look to her as a friend again...? A chanced glance to Agudo revealed that could very well be. The singing, praising Agudo seemed very happy. She watched Agudo until his gaze caught hers. She said nothing, she did nothing. She only caught his gaze, letting her eyes reflect the only regret she had ever known. Her attention was once again to Gene, a focal point during this chaotic, accusing place of court. "...As you may well know, Khaira...if you expect me to stand by your side...I must know the complete truth. However, understanding the justice system...I believe trials take over entire weeks to complete, no? We'll have...plenty of spare time...to wittle down your worries, and learn the..." A grin. "...truth." She didn't say anything. She didn't move. Was this the Gene she once knew? The Gene Kynes she had taught the intricates of notes and rythyms and beauties so long ago? The one she had revealed her soul's heart to? Her eyes became moist as she smiled with contentment and defiance. Truth...perception...guilty...innocent.. .life...death...shadow...light. It was all perception. It was all another path to walk. But did one have to walk it alone? Her voice was velveteen, cracking into higher tones when she finally spoke. "I have not forgotten." Her voice sank to a whisper, a melodic voice full of harmony and emotion. Reminiscient of a first kiss, a first walk in the moonlight, a first adventure, a first friend... "And I hope that you have not, either. Soon, we shall talk, my friend. A wild bird cannot be caged. She smirks...a dazzling smirk, revealing the elf's perfect teeth. The perfectly sculpted face, full of emotion and life. In a moment, a giant's shadow rose over her. She may as well have grown horns as she turned around to face this foolish man. This simple man who seemed to think he could change her in some manner. "If you're waiting for me to start caring, you may as well start digging your burial mound. I care not for your talents nor your masters nor you. I care not for your thoughts. Think what you will. But do it far away." Her gaze travelled to Rayek and Tyrion. She looked at them, in what was, perhaps, a distress signal. Rayek and Tyrion knew that gaze well; it was the glaze over look Khaira got before she killed someone. "Lords, this man needs to reach his assigned position." She chanced a glance to Gene. A wink transpired between them. Khaira was back.
turalisj 09-27-04, 10:28 PM	She may as well have grown horns as she turned around to face this foolish man. This simple man who seemed to think he could change her in some manner. "ahh, but my masters have an interest in you. their plans require your survival. that is why they sent me. but if you do not want help then i will simply plant the thought of your guilt in everyones mind." he replied, his voice icy and full of threat. the look on his face showed he was prepared to carry out his threat and give her certain death.
Good Knight 09-27-04, 10:43 PM	Keldorn Firecam wasn’t about to loose this case, by creating bias with the judge. He sat just waiting for things to get going, a further odd and very disturbing magic took place. The aficionado of the backstabber Khaira showed up with his Umber magic. It was all Firecam could do, to stay silent as the judge commanded. But how it galled him to see Gene fawn over that woman. If that weren’t enough, it would seem Agudo had too much to drink. He was singing and blabbering about a family. Standing quickly shoeing off some sketch artist. Trying to get a good drawing of the light mage, making a fool out of himself. Firecam reached out for Agudo robe, to get him to sit down.
Gene_Kynes 09-27-04, 11:02 PM	Gene smirked, softly...and gave a small yawn. He examines the courtroom, once more, scanning every occupant...attempting to 'read' them. "...Glad to hear that." But it's then...that the fool did that annoying thing. You know. Where he opened his mouth, wasted oxygen, and spat out worthless drivel? That thing. "...Oh, you will, really?" A grin. Gylphs ran across the air before Gene's hands, a maestro of a silent, damned, exiled song... "ahh, but my masters have an interest in you. their plans require your survival. that is why they sent me. but if you do not want help then i will simply plant the thought of your guilt in everyones mind." An illusionary image of Draaco, or whatever his pathetic name was, stood in the middle of the court, and said those words, quite loudly, about four or five times. "...My, my, my. Such wonderful people you can find at civic services, no?" A dark grin flashed across Gene's features. "...Get out of here, ye greasy swill o'cheap chip oil." Muscles tensed, one by one, clothing hiding their motions, their movements, their preparations. "...Mind-jackers...aren't...appreciated. Especially moronic ones." Smirking, somewhat, with satisfaction, Gene turns back to Khaira...and leans forward, in another shady whisper. "...After this. Got a meeting place in mind? Much to catch up on, little time to do it."
Tyrion Grayleaf 09-28-04, 12:20 AM	((lol, I stopped writing me post half-way through it because I had to go, come back and now I have to re do it all over from scratch with all that's happened! - Things are movin' fast - maybe too fast!)) :mymy: http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongtyrion.gif Tyrion meet Kharia's gaze with his own. He didn't of approve her or Gene's sudden hostility towards the newcomer. . . Albeit, the psion wasn't making things any better for himself. . . Both sides talked of wisdom and foolery. However, Tyrion saw no wisdom in their bantering back and forth - and much more of the latter. "All three of you are acting the fool my assembled Lords and Ladies." That was a shock! Tyrion never spoke poorly of anyone out loud! "These are hard times, and no doubt the mixed feelings over this trial are bringing out the worst in everybody. . ." Tyrion looked at Gene. "Lord Gene, I'm relieved to see you back among the Army of Light. . . You're timing is both good and bad. I'm glad you have been rewarded the chance to see Lady Kharia, however, this is the time of her trial. . . Although it pains me to ask this of you this my lord, please take a seat with the audience. Regardless of the verdict, you will be allowed to see her personally after the trial. . ." Tyrion hoped he wouldn't have to escort the Shadow Dancer to a seat. He didn't know Gene very well, so it was difficult to predict what the Shadow Dancer might do. With that done, however, he turned to Draago. A man he knew much less of. "Sir, thank you for your help before and please forgive the rude treatment you've received. . . However, please do not make any threats, or take hostile actions. This court is will equipped with heroes and legends and any transgressions will be swiftly dealt with. . . Please take a seat with the audience. . ." Tyrion hoped for the best once again. Then suddenly a thought dawned upon him, he had not introduced himself to the stranger yet. "Forgive my own rudeness sir. My name is Tyrion Grayleaf, Knight Protector of Elasia and ally to the Army of Light. May I have the honor of knowing your name?" Artwork copyright © 2004, Gordon R. Quigley
ruthia 09-28-04, 12:29 AM	Ruthia had been glaring at Khaira and Kheldorn still, though she had finally taken her seat as the rest of the court room filed in. Just as she was about to stand and speak again a portal of sorts opened up in the court area. Ruthia glared at it as the form within took shape, her dragon inhanced eyes allowing her to watch even when it became impossible for human eyes to do so. Her look quickly changes from one of anger to one of surprise, o O(Gene? Here? Alive? Thank the Creator, this is exactly what we need. This is the one way to make sure this goes right no matter what.) Ruthia clears her throat loudly as Gene and Khaira, as well as Draaco, seem to be exchanging insults. "I would like to remind all three of you that this is MY COURT ROOM! Draaco if you are going to insist on making your presence known then go sit in the jurior section, you'll have a great veiw of the trail from there. Gene it is good to see you, but could you please take a seat so we can get this started? I would like to get this treason trail over with before I turn gray with age." Ruthia then glares at the singing Agudo and his counsel. "Kheldorn I have changed my mind, you may speak but only if you shut your client up before I do it for you!" She then stands and shouts above the crowd "MYRANTHOR IF YOU DO NOT GET YOURSELF IN THIS COURT AREA RIGHT NOW I WILL START THIS TRAIL WITHOUT YOU AND PROCLAIM KHAIRA GUILTY BECAUSE YOU WERE TO BUSY PLAYING WITH WOMAN!" *Please forgive Ruthia my dear friends. This is a part of her character I can not explaine yet, but will be pretty clear when the time comes. Just humor her....please????
Tyrion Grayleaf 09-28-04, 12:42 AM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongtyrion.gif Tyrion blinked. "Your honor," That of course meant Ruthia, "Considering the psionic's recent threats against Kharia I don't know if he can be considered a neutral party, and thus, be considered as a juror." Tyrion looked at Draago. "I don't mean any offence my lord, but I'm sure you must understand the circumstances and what's expected of a fair juror." *HA! Well if Ruthia's going to leave a note I wanna leave one too! Hee hee, funny you should say what you did Ruthia, as just a few nights ago Chris wondered why you were being such a grumpy ol' grump. That is of course, until I reminded him that that was just a part of Ruthia's character - not the player's! :) Remember folks, this is all done in role-playing fun. AHEM-* But in some *people's* narrative writing I'm starting to see personal attacks against others. This is a big no-no! Everyone has to lub each other OoC or I'll send you all sorts of terrible PM's!! >:D
Rayek 09-28-04, 01:45 AM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongrayek.gif "Indeed. Please find a seat amongst the audience and sit down. That is, unless you can provide Ruthia with at least one good reason as to why she should allow you a spot in the jurry." Rayek then turned to face Gene, the archer’s eyes narrowly meeting with the shadow dancer's. "And would you please get off the court floor my lord? Your flirtatious yacking with the defendant is highly inappropriate given the current situation. Wouldn't you agree?" Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley
Agudo Archmage 09-28-04, 01:45 PM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongagudo.gif Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley It was all just so wonderful to feel such happiness after such a long and painful time. Everyone was back together, memories flooding his mind, to the point he felt light headed. It was then that the sudden voice of Ruthia rang out Ruthia Ruthia then glares at the singing Agudo and his counsel. "Keldorn I have changed my mind, you may speak but only if you shut your client up before I do it for you!" She then stands and shouts above the crowd "MYRANTHOR IF YOU DO NOT GET YOURSELF IN THIS COURT AREA RIGHT NOW I WILL START THIS TRAIL WITHOUT YOU AND PROCLAIM KHAIRA GUILTY BECAUSE YOU WERE TO BUSY PLAYING WITH WOMAN!" The Wizard of Light open his eyes, and before he could ask what was the problem. Firecam his close friend and confidant, grabbed hold Agudo’s blue and white robe. The undignified tumble into the chair next to Keldorn, was rather embarrassing. He nearly fell out of the chair as it tipped sideways. “O’my!” Seeing the Knight glaring at him with disapproval, Agudo quickly folded his hands on the table that was before him; and sat patiently for the trail to begin.
Drindin 09-28-04, 06:29 PM	Shades takes a seat next to Kulideb. Discretely, he attempts to take her hand in his own... Kel'rea offers Myranthor her arm. Wether or not he takes it, she makes her way for the court room, both her, and her apprentice Krissy, putting up their hoods as they do so.
Khaira 09-28-04, 06:30 PM	Khaira looks to Gene, a confident, reassuring smile in her eyes, and a wink in her smile. "Worry not, Gene. We shall have time to speak soon. Things soon shall be made clear. Now, at long last, it's time to get this foolery under way. She had started to say more, indeed, she wanted just five more precious moments with this student who had been sucked away from her, into the mists of time and change. There was so much to tell! She had started to say more, just as Ruthia's booming voice, a message from the harsh Gods above, rang down upon the court, rendering silence among them. Turning around to face the judge, the bardess bowed her head low, in respect as much as in fear. "My deepest appologies, your Honor. Silent shall I be." Khaira was silent then, once again patiently waiting for this trial to commence. She hoped it'd be a quick trial. She was confident in the hands of Myranthor, her trusted peer and, now, sole defense in this trial. Just then, a deathly boom of thunder cracked down, in the form of the Judge Ruthia's voice, nearly rendering every observer and participant unconcious with it's sole anger and volume. She then stands and shouts above the crowd "MYRANTHOR IF YOU DO NOT GET YOURSELF IN THIS COURT AREA RIGHT NOW I WILL START THIS TRAIL WITHOUT YOU AND PROCLAIM KHAIRA GUILTY BECAUSE YOU WERE TO BUSY PLAYING WITH WOMAN!" If Corellon himself had not come down to the earth to condone his blessings upon her, the bardess' eyes would not have been bigger. She could not imagine that Ruthia would take such rash actions! Surely she could not condemn Khaira before the trial even began! Then again, she was the sole source of power in this court, her being the Judge and all. She looked around for Myranthor, the very much delayed Defense Attorney, as she tapped her foot to a new rythym.
Gene_Kynes 09-28-04, 07:26 PM	Preface: Sorry all. Aaah'm a jerk, between then and now. Manners kinda get scraped off when you played the opiate of the internet: Counterstrike, for long periods of time. Sure, there's funny parts,where you stalk people for over six minutes, staying behind them, while the spectating teammates are forced to watch, or when you blast 80's music over the comm. system while you kill your teammates, just to see people get worked up about a game. I R TEH JURK. :/. Henceforth, and further more, the more I screw up, the more I want the Quigleys to send me PM's of doom and etiquitte reminders. Bweh. I'm sorry, all. Oh, and er...for future reference...Gene is no longer a mere level 5 Jerk. He's now a level 10 ReduceTheWeakWilledToTears Jerk. Bonze, check your inbox sometime. Gene gave a low chuckle. Flirtatous? That's a good one. And a fool, too? Why...that hurts. That really does. The nearby shadows of the courtroom swelled around Gene swelled, as if inhaling...taking a deep, preliminary breath... Fool! Do you really think that'll do anything? PurpleCloak McSulkSulk looks like he can turn your swarms into cheap hat tricks...and the armored one...you honestly in condition to fight that? Over words, nevertheless? Gene visibly glared...and gave a low, raspy whisper...something that can be mistaken for an exhalation. And on cue, the shadows part, return to their stations. "...Heh. Forgive my disruption. The...Defendant...I am...somewhat indebted to. Coupled with the fact that I've never had much love for the legal process." A grin, as he looks to Ruthia. "...No offense." And then...giving a small bow, Gene walks to an empty seat along the audience, now ignoring SirThreatsAlot, in favor of sitting down...and waiting. Le gasp! Leaning back somewhat, Gene breathed in the old faces made anew in his mind... ...Khaira was not the only one, who needed talking to after this. That is...if any of the elder ones could spare the time to speak with him.
Myranthor 09-28-04, 08:26 PM	Still under Turalisj's message's initial shock, I didn't take my lover,s scaly hand, staying motionless, lost in my thoughts, my rational mind, my constant, tiresome inner dialogue, when I clearly saw both her and Krissy leave tor each the court. o O ( So, she won't watch over a fiend, and neither will Agudo's clueless henchmen, or so it seems. I must be crazy. Those demons are too much feared after all, and should be welcome within our society, along with all of us, in the merrier atmosphere possible.) " Thank you, malendor, but, finally, it seems that I'll have to fetch someone else...again!" "MYRANTHOR IF YOU DO NOT GET YOURSELF IN THIS COURT AREA RIGHT NOW I WILL START THIS TRAIL WITHOUT YOU AND PROCLAIM KHAIRA GUILTY BECAUSE YOU WERE TO BUSY PLAYING WITH WOMAN!" "...or maybe not, after all. It seems I shouldn't spend too much time worrying about old, misunderstood allies coming back from the Plane of shadow, demons roaming freely around our court, caring for what happened to Leetah, or sudden, psychic threats. So pleasing to see how everything is rationnalized, explained, and thought of in this nonsense, this race that'll fastly end in a bricked, hurtful wall. I won't need you by here. Come back with me, please." In a few words, my hand resting over the succubus' rocky flesh, the flow of magic running through my arm, the massive statue shrank to a puny miniature I quickly dropped in one of my many pockets. I then came back to the court, silently, offering small bows to both Ruthia, Keldorn and Agudo, to then sit besides my client, without a word. Stoically I endured, I wiped the anger, the frustration, the pressure of not understanding, not controlling anything, blaming, cursing udner my breath those foolish enough to act on impulse, forgetting any need of security, of reflection.
Khaira 09-28-04, 09:25 PM	Khaira looks to Myranthor in both gratitude and exasperation. She begins to make some sarcastic snide, but then looks to see Ruthia, the foreboding of a fate worse than death itself, looming over the court, like some grandmotherly - and albeit, stern - figure. Thinking better of voicing her sarcastic comments, the bardess instead turns around to regard Gene. She appears somewhat relaxed to see that he is still there. She then looks to Evander. She winks subtly to her class, smiles disarmingly to her adventuring friend, and quietly, utters some soft words. *"Uuma dela, mellon. La men triallamin yassen n'e rutha. To her class she simply smiles, and winks, letting her gaze hold theirs for but a short while before turning around. An excited murmur rises up among the students. Khaira looks beyond the crowd of the audience, to something that catches her eye. She turns around then, quickly, and resumes her waiting position. Off to the side, a man in a black cloak, black pants and shirt, makes his way to the front rows. He sits in the front rows, as close to Khaira and the defense attorney as he can...and he simply watches. He watches neither with the interest of a spectator nor with the speculation of a travelling bard, but rather, with the intense scrutiny of a hawk. He watches the bardess for several intense moments, before allowing his gaze to meander along the rest of the crowd,eyeing the varied individuals whom have made their appearance. *Elvish - roughly translated, it means "Do not worry, my friend. The path I walk without regret nor anger."
ruthia 09-28-04, 10:16 PM	Ruthia seats herself again as the self assured elf Myranthor finally makes his way to Khaira's side. o O(It would have been so much easier my way. Wish he hadn't come back. Now we have to deal with this mockery of a trail and leave it in the hands of these mortal fools.) Ruthia glances at the jurior members who are now all seated, then back at those assembled before her, a slight hint of....regret shows in her eyes as she states. "We are now all assembeled. I call this trail to order and ask the prosicutor to make his opening statements to the Jury."
kulideb 09-29-04, 08:51 AM	Kulideb took her seat once more in the jurors stall, when Gene appeared. The elf smiled back at him when he looked her way. The disruption he bought with him allowed her time to settle in, the more things change the more they stay the same! she thought to herself. If only this meeting of friends were at a tavern, and Khaira on stage to sing, instead of in this mockery of a trial, the elf thought bitterly. Her gaze shifted from Khaira to that of Agudo. Her hand felt the shape of the dagger hidden in the folds of her skirt, she would wait till she had the answers she needed. A hand touched hers, the elfs gaze softerned as she loked at Shades. She gave his hand a squeeze, glad of the comfort his touch bought her. Ruthia called them to order.
Eidrog 09-29-04, 05:13 PM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongtyrion.gif Tyrion watched with relief as Gene made his way to an empty seat, although the shadow dancer seemed to have some sort of fit with the way the court's shadows worked around him. Tyrion spoke silently to Rayek in Elven. "Perhaps you were a tad too hostile with him my friend?" Of course, the Elven Knight was completely oblivious that him calling Gene a fool might have anything to do with the Shadow Dancer's current disposition. Artwork copyright © 2004, Gorodn R. Quigley *I PWN J00 @ Counterstrike NEWB! Hee hee, I know what that community is like! Don't worry Gene. . . I just want to make sure everyone is treated with respect OoC.
Khaira 09-29-04, 11:34 PM	Khaira's expression was strong and defiant as the Judge Ruthia made the proclamation for Keldorn to make his opening statement...the opening statements...the beginnings of judgement...gradually, the hushed whispers of the crowds fades away. Ruthia faded away. The jury faded away. Myranthor faded away. Keldorn and Agudo faded away. She was in blackness. It was cold. She could not move. She could not speak. Lines of gray were all around her. Torches suddenly flared up, causing her to wince. There she was...in front of a cell... What drives you? Why, why! WHY! Dammit all, answer me! Why! You were a good person once...You were a good person! WHY!!!!!! ...do you get my message? ...In fact, they're the reason I was hired!...probably begs the question why kill a friend...To them, a good assassin is a valuable asset not to be wasted." Confusion, explanation, lies, tales, stories...what was the point of it all? Where was she? Who was this she was talking to? Why! ...will be during the execution. . . or whatever it is they have planned. ...waste time they could have a mock trial .... judge, jury, and executioner." I feel sorry for you... I know not if you are trying to decieve all of us into thinking that your someone your not... I remember you being a kind, if not mischevious, friend of the good kind.... The second reason... I knew someone like you once... someone who I failed .... someone whom I let fade into the mists of time... Someone who I wish, at times, i could have back ... They did all they could to survive ... the law of the land ... not good enough. That person ... never again... "Gods, I am ... Khaira. . . I thought I explained that ..." Who are you! Who am I talking to?! At any rate, I'm glad you came down here. . . It's nice having some friends on the outside... Khaira tried to look closer at who she was talking to...there...where? WHo was it? Everything start to shake and collaspe, fog seeping into reality like some destructive beast...who was it! "Cursed be the fates ... one such as I!" The imprisoned figure lowered the hood of its cloak...Khaira gasped as she saw that the bleeding, dying person who was imprisoned was...Khaira. Khaira bit her lip quickly before she screamed out, though a small, barely audible, whimper escaped. She felt the precious, slowly flowing blood coming from where she had bit down. Curses! She held a sleeve up to her lip as the blood slowly, ever so slowly, clotted. Like her freedom...slowly, ever so slowly, coming to an end...
kulideb 10-04-04, 03:31 AM	The small elf watched Khaira as the lady wiped a drop of blood from her lip. She seemed so tense.. she wondered what was going through her friends mind and what could be done if things didnt go to well for the lady She owed her such a lot. Kulideb squeezed Shades hand needing the contact, to reassure herself she wasnt alone.
Drindin 10-04-04, 09:48 AM	Shades looked over at the young elf, softly stroking her hand with his thumb. The torment she must be going through, He thought to himself. Knowing that this could be the last day you see one of your friends. His rough, human hands seemed like wool compared to her silken ones, yet still he offered her the comfort she sought. He knew that this trial would indeed be an ordeal for her compared to no other...
Good Knight 10-04-04, 01:43 PM	“Thank you honorable judge Ruthia.” Firecam said using his deep voice to his advantage, for all the court to hear. With grace he stood before the court. Walking calmly to the center of the trail area, wearing a dashing uniform with ribbons and metals pined about. His fancy shirt was silky white, with golden frilly accents on the shoulder. The pants were the classic Radiant Heart dress uniform that was made of solid dark blue slacks, with red stripes on the side. A silver ceremonial sword hung from a belted sash The elder Knight’s thick pepper hair was neatly trimmed. All in all, a perfect picture of a handsome rugged righteous Knight. “To all distinguished members of the court and guests. It is tragic day in deed when we must gather to right wrongs. Not from the hated enemies of the Army of Light! But the wrongs committed by one of our own!” In a most dramatic fashion, Keldorn Firecam swirls about, as he points his gloved hand at the fiery red-haired Bardess herself Khaira. “The People of Light, versus a former compatriot, now treacherous traitor! Khaira” He let those words sit for several seconds. The Knight then slowly walks back behind the table next to Agudo. Then continues his melodramatic opening statement. “Let the record state” He smiles at Starbright as she writes down the goings on of the court. “That Khaira is hereby charged with knowingly {Aiding and Abetting the enemy} {Desertion of the Army of Light!} {Dereliction of duty} {Offering Comfort to the enemy.} {Fighting against officers of the Army of Light.} All while helping in the escape from prison, a very well known enemy of the state.” The Radiant Heart Knight, eyes dangerously the traitor Khaira “Kheldar the infamous Assassin! Who shamelessly murdered the much beloved leader of the Light, Agudo!” The Prosecutor relished this part, as the shocked murmurs and gasps, escaped some in the audience. With a dramatic bow he adds. “Your Honor no further statements until the Defense speaks”
ruthia 10-04-04, 01:54 PM	Ruthia watches the crowds reactions carefully, prepared to send Malendor out to quell any flames started by Kheldorn's firey speech. Once Ruthia see's that Star has got everything writen down Ruthia says. "Thank you Kheldorn. I will now have the Defense speak."
kulideb 10-06-04, 10:46 AM	"Offering Comfort to the enemy!" the elf hissed under her breath, she wanted to say more, to stand up and shout out in defence of her friend and one time teacher, instead she tightened her grip on Shades hand. And hoped that Myranthor would do a good job of putting forward the truth!
Khaira 10-06-04, 04:28 PM	Khaira rolled her eyes as Keldorn gave his dramatic spiel. She thought that she'd maybe recruit him as a drama queen in some acting troupe after this was all done...he'd make a perfect canidate. As Keldorn turned and pointed an accusing finger at her, she only smiled and waved innocently, offering an almost over-confident wink to him, hinting at some secret knowledge. In a quiet murmur, the bardess murmured her dissent. Desertion of the army of light? Doesn't one have to be a member before one can desert? When did I ever join? Dereliction of duty? I wonder what his excuse will be as to what, exactly, my duty was... Aiding the enemy...well, yes, I did aid the enemy...if you consider the enemy to be Kulideb... Fighting against officers of light...I was only defending myself! By Tymora's Smile, if someone was tyring to turn you into a pincushion, you'd fight, too! Khaira grumbles and mutters about the poorly put together prosecution as she rolls her eyes at it all. “Thank you honorable judge Ruthia.” All in all, a perfect picture of a handsome rugged righteous Knight. “To all distinguished members of the court and guests. It is tragic day in deed when we must gather to right wrongs. Not from the hated enemies of the Army of Light! But the wrongs committed by one of our own!” In a most dramatic fashion, Keldorn Firecam swirls about, as he points his gloved hand at the fiery red-haired Bardess herself Khaira. “The People of Light, versus a former compatriot, now treacherous traitor! Khaira” “Let the record state” “That Khaira is hereby charged with knowingly {Aiding and Abetting the enemy} {Desertion of the Army of Light!} {Dereliction of duty} {Offering Comfort to the enemy.} {Fighting against officers of the Army of Light.} All while helping in the escape from prison, a very well known enemy of the state.” The Radiant Heart Knight, eyes dangerously the traitor Khaira “Kheldar the infamous Assassin! Who shamelessly murdered the much beloved leader of the Light, Agudo!” The Prosecutor relished this part, as the shocked murmurs and gasps, escaped some in the audience. With a dramatic bow he adds. “Your Honor no further statements until the Defense speaks”
Drindin 10-06-04, 08:09 PM	Shades felt the tightened grip on his hand. He knew many of the charges placed were false... but just as many were true. He knew, also, that no one was in the right here. Not Kharia, not the army of light... Kharia freed a known assasin from his prison. The army of light mercilessly slaughtered frightened refugees. He knew he must speak... this trial was null. Even under the laws mighty eye for an eye, arm for an arm methods.
Rayek 10-07-04, 04:21 AM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongrayek.gif "Don't get cocky. . ." Rayek couldn't tell if Kharia had picked up his voice as well as his sensitive ears had overheard her discontent muttering, but that didn't stop the cloaked archer from finishing what he had to say. "Your pride betrays you bardess. Keldorn's prosecution is better prepared than you may think. Don't cloud your mind with false hopes of victory quite yet. Day dreaming will only dilute your senses." The elf then clenched his hand into a tight fist. There was still one other issue Rayek felt that he had to address. "And would you stop acting like a damn child! Your adolescent behaviour is an embarrassment to the courtroom! Please, for the shake of your friends, start acting like an adult. Gods! You’re worse than Duilya. . ." Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley
Voll 10-07-04, 04:48 AM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portvoll.gif "Hmmmm. . ." Voll's thick bushy eyebrows slowly lowered as he heard Kheldorn deliver his grim prosecution. By the time the knight was finished, Voll's eyes were firmly shut. Once again, the Demon Slayer was lost in a deep train of thought. Aiding and Abetting the enemy. . . Desertion of the Army of Light. . . Dereliction of Duty. . . Offering Comfort to the enemy. . . Fighting against officers of the Army of Light. . . . . .--. . .--. . . Indeed. They were all quite heavy charges against the bardess, and they would required a great deal of thought in order to reach a verdict. Like, what did 'Abetting' mean? And how did one spell 'dereliction?' Voll opened his eyes and looked down at his empty note pad resting on his knees. The oaf had wanted to make notes during the progression of the trial, but how could he keep track of what was going on if he couldn't spell what Kharia was charged with, much less understand what it meant! Releasing a heavy sigh, Voll tossed the note pad and ink quill behind him, hearing them bang loudly against something (or someone). The Knight of the Chalice then leaned forward in his chair and rested his chin on a bridge formed by his fingers. Maybe if he paid close enough attention he wouldn't need to make notes. Who had Kharia freed again? Voll hoped the name of the infamous assassin would be stated again, he had missed it the first time. . . Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley
kulideb 10-07-04, 10:01 AM	Kulideb turned to smile at Shades...."EEKKK!" she shouted jumping up as something hit her. "Sorry.." she muttered at the court once more taking her seat as she realised it was just a note book and quill. She picked them up and wondered who had thrown them at her...may be she was surposed to make notes. The elf turned to the first page: Aiding and Abetting the enemy. . .she was just helping her friends! Desertion of the Army of Light. . .Well she was helping me and I never left the army of light so I that means that she too must have been helping the army of light! Dereliction of Duty. . .Khairas duty was to her friends! Offering Comfort to the enemy. . well Kheldar was kinda cute! Fighting against officers of the Army of Light. .they started it! The elf smiled at her notes.
Drindin 10-08-04, 06:05 PM	Shades watched. He leaned over to Kulideb. "Make this note as well. 'The army of light attacked innocent refugees shortly after. If her service was to the light, then her alleged betrayal was infact in keeping with her duty" His voice was dark. It was clear there were hidden feelings of wrath within those words.
kulideb 10-09-04, 06:31 AM	The elfs eyes lost some of their mischievous sparkle as she heard Shades words, she nodded her head. The attack on a wagon carrying young and old as they left Hillsfar in the name of the army of light. She looked sadly at the pad, Starvation of children on the long march to a barren wilderness In her mind she could see a weeping grandmother as the last stone was laid on a small mound. Her eyes sought out the Archmage, had he known what they would face when he had cast them out, once more she thought the wrong person was standing trial here.
Drindin 10-09-04, 11:38 AM	Shades remembered the pillgramage he and Kulideb had suffered. Death, brought by disease, under nutrition, and attacks by wild beasts. He was certain that this trial was useless, unless the arch mage and his underlings would soon be up on trial next.
Myranthor 10-09-04, 12:11 PM	I smiled, faintly, amused at Khaira's pettyness, her mocking tone, her need to actually verbalize everything she thought, she would've probably preferred to scream against. " Really, your helping coments are a blessing to my coming appearance, yet I'd like you to cease moving these beautiful lips : The jury might think I'm incompetent, or that you're manipulating me." I said in a light, humorous tone, hollow of any hint of seriousness. With measured, calm steps, I reached the middle of the courtroom, the small arena in which the oratory joust, the final duel would finally clash. My dark hair, flowing, like so many orchids' petals, to my shoulders, my radiant skin, my deep, penetrating, greenish eyes, underlined by the sylvan shades of my ceremonial garments, granted me the enchanting allure of a son of the Feys, of a juvenile, elvish noble, a finely chiseled emerald sparkling with sunny reflects, striking but the most dessicated heart scattered in the assistance. " Your wisened honor, trusted jury, responsible plaintiffs, exalted accused and curious assistance, the Defense welcomes you, and wishes you all to find sweet pleasure and acute insight within the court's verdoyant halls. * The defense's responsability today will be to prove, to the best of its abilities, that the prosecutor's allegations are mistaken, and that my friend, Lady Khaira Amastacia, is not guilty of any criminal actions. First and foremost, it is of a capital importance to the Defense to remember everyone that law, during a war, is suspended, and has no power over the people engaged in the melee, be that melee physical or moral. " After these words, I took a quick, brief inspiration, in a vain attempt to calm my nervosity, to silence the cascading, rythmic waterfall of accusations that would follow, pulsating with inner rage, cut with an intense anger, a sudden, hypnotizing passion. "Killing someone at war isn't murder, and we'd like the jury to remember how morality often must give way to a violence called tolerable, under the chaotic havoc created, instilled by the very man who today stands with the prosecution, hypocritically hiding behind an illegitimate justice when Might can not serve his end, strangely wondering why around him friends merge with foes, calling assassination what in reality was only a swift and fair retaliation!" The two trembling fists, resting on both of my sides, rejoiced, relaxed their tension, each hand marrying with the other palm for a few seconds, while I took several deep breaths, the time to regain a suitable composure. "The Defense will thus try to prove Khaira's innocence, yet that same defense must admit that it is a little perplex, and would like to proceed to a few objections, already. The Prosecution mentionned that my friend, Khaira, was accused of "aiding and Abetting the enemy of Light", and "Offering comfort to the enemy". These news are strange indeed, because I never thought helping another people, especially not in an optic encouraged by a so-called "Army of Light", was considered either a sin or a fault. I believe that, according to the Tenets of the Chapel of the Healing Hand, these clerics would've had no choice to help the people of Hillsfar, would they have asked. I even believe Leetah, the known priestess, friend of Agudo the Archmage of Light, helped many civilians needing her support, yet I've never heard any complaint, nor any sentences pressed against her. For this reason, I'd like to offer my counterpart the opportunity to erase, if he wishes, those parts of his investigation, unless the Prosecution wants to pursue and means to say that helping those in need, when it doesn't serve its goals, is an immoral, an evil action that should be severely sentenced. ...Oh, before I forget. The defense would also like the Prosecutor not to insult its friend by pointing her or labelling her a traitor. Saying such words actually means the Prosection has no use for this trial, and already has made its preconceived opinion of its outcome. According to the Rights of Humanoids, one is considered innocent until proven guilty, and, as such, we'd like the Prosecution to cease to employ its unpleasant manners, unless it wants to be accused in this very court for either diffamation or infamy." I remained standing, waiting to see how Keldorn would react to these last words, studying Agudo's reactions. * This is (what I decided to be) an elvish formula pronunced at the beginning of most trials. Hence the weirdness.
Agudo Archmage 10-09-04, 02:52 PM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongagudo.gif Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley The Wizard of Light patted Lord Firecam on the shoulder as he sat down next him. He was well pleased by the Prosecution opening statements. Direct, precise and for obvious reasons disturbing to hear. Agudo took a quick glance over Keldorn shoulder at Khaira. Then with moisture in his eyes clouding his view; just as quickly looking down at the various scrolls, and what nots, on the table before him. 0o…..My friend? Khaira…… did offer Aid to man who murdered me. She helped him escape from prison….But why? She traveled with us, fully welcomed amongst the compatriots in the Army of Light. We were like family, fully dedicated to the Righteous cause of freedom to choose ones own Religion. By stopping Messianica rain of terror, on all who did not except her as the only Religion……o0 Rubbing his short blond beard he sighed. …0o Was Khaira a spy?….Did she give into Messianica deceptive words? Why else would Khaira betray our long time friendship, to help a known Assassin?.....…o0 Just then Agudo was brought out of his melancholy thought at the sound of Myranthor. One of the prodigies from Agudo own school. Smart! Always trying to learn something new. Perhaps he would have the answers that Agudo so desperately needed to hear. The Wizard of Light sat up with a gleam of hope in his eyes. That Myranthor would save the day! By reviling it was some kind of new Geese spell that went undetected on Khaira by the Clerics of Light. Or that the Bard was forced into this by blackmail! But as the eloquent and talented young Elf was done with his respectful statements to court . It became painfully clear that there was no quick answers to a complex case. In fact Myranthor attacked the actions of the Army of Light. Even mentioning Agudo own deeds to aid the civilians, by calling upon Leetah and her temple to show mercy on the enemy wounded. Myranthor ......The Prosecution mentionned that my friend, Khaira, was accused of "aiding and Abetting the enemy of Light", and "Offering comfort to the enemy". These news are strange indeed, because I never thought helping another people, especially not in an optic encouraged by a so-called "Army of Light", was considered either a sin or a fault. I believe that, according to the Tenets of the Chapel of the Healing Hand, these clerics would've had no choice to help the people of Hillsfar, would they have asked. I even believe Leetah, the known priestess, friend of Agudo the Archmage of Light, helped many civilians needing her support, yet I've never heard any complaint, nor any sentences pressed against her........... Myranthor whent on and on about the statments of Keldorn. But it was when his former student Myranthor, locked his eyes upon Agudo own. A tear ran down Agudo cheek.
Khaira 10-09-04, 08:29 PM	She looks to Rayek as he berated her, a resigned shrug of her shoulders portraying the only emotion that the cunning bardess chose to give.[I] "My applogies, friend Rayek. I will attempt to voice my concerns in a tone most inaudible from now on." [I]She looks to Myranthor, too, as he advises her against voicing her disdain for the efforts of the arrogant Keldorn Firecam. By Tymora's Smile, she certainly didn't wish to do anything that would slow down this trial. She smiles to her defense and friend, nodding in compliance. "Very well...I shall not speak words of such disdain until I am allowed to. It'd be a pity to give the prosecution any kind of point. She watched, then, her hands folded upon the table, a relaxed smile splayed upon her list, as his eloquent retaliation coursed through the veins of the hearts and souls of the varied peoples gathered. She heard the rumours of the audience members behind her, wondering what would happen. She almost wanted to tell Myranthor to continue, to rip apart Keldorn and the prosecution then and there, but she held in her boisterous, flowing emotions, instead watching Myranthor's defiant stance, almost daring the fiery Keldorn to offer any resistance. She chanced a glance across to Agudo...he was looking at her, staring at her even, as if he would pry into the depths of her soul, wherein lie some, if not all, of the answers to Khaira's complexity. The bardess' eyes, for but a moment, reflected some kind of mixed, complex moralistic emotion, the sorrow of a disgraced child to a father, but also the fiery defiance of a hawk. She averted his gaze, and continued to watch Myranthor. Behind Khaira's table, the man in black , folded his arms, and leaned back. From what it looked like, this would be an interesting, provoking trial, and not one to be resolved soon...
ruthia 10-09-04, 09:33 PM	Ruthia lets out a sigh as she tries to fin a way to easy the tention in the court. Motioning to Kheldorn and Myranthor she says "Please approach the bench." In a quieter voice to both of them she states "Thank you for those excelent points Defense. Prosecutor I would also like for you to refrian from using the word traitor at this time. You may use Accused, Defendant, or Litigant instead please. Aslo I would like you to discuss Myranthor's questions here, rather then risk prejedicing the jury and having to start this over again. I will announce your agreement when the two of you have made it."
turalisj 10-09-04, 09:37 PM	Draagon closed his eyes in a medtary trance. He hated courtroom missions, but what his master said, he had to do. While in his trance his senses sharpend, his memory took in everything and recorded it, perhaps for further use......
Good Knight 10-09-04, 10:36 PM	The elder knight hadn’t planed on a second statement before the court. Yet when the rambunctious Fay, boisterously proclaimed a needed response to the accusation made by him. It was all the Prosecutor could do from jumping out of his seat in excitement. >In fact he didnt even hear Judge Ruthia words to speak only to her :mymy: < But instead Firecam deliberately rose leisurely. Clapping his hands softly, then as he rose to full overbearing height. Keldorn began clapping louder and louder. Moving from behind the large table, he grinned mockingly at Myranthor. The human Prosecutor made his way over to stand near the thinner, shorter, younger elf. Only then did he stop clapping. “Bravo Defender, Bravo!” Giving once more his best dashing smile, the knight looked over the court area, before speaking in his dramatic deep voice. “Yes my counterpart is quite right indeed! Let the record state” He waved a gloved hand at Starbright, nodding once more her way. “That the Army of Light did offer “Aid” to the enemy wounded. Be it civilian or military!” The Prosecutor exaggerated his next move, by slowly turning, now with both hand half raised; as if beseeching the crowd for understanding. “Should we the bearers of RIGHTEOUSNESS!” Firecam intentionally put his hand on his heart, and yelled the last part, By seting the difference between the enemy and the Army of Light, for all seated and standing near by. “Should not the righteous, show mercy, on those, who have suffered at the hands of Messianica.” The Prosecutor held up the palm of his hand, as if to show that he knew what some were thinking. “Didn’t they follow Messianica willingly? Didn’t they start this war? By attacking temples and towns that would not bow to there misguided beliefs. In turn causing their own downfall and suffering? Yes! But we the bearers of Goodness!” Turning with a warm gesture at Agudo. “We of the Light, as the much beloved Agudo would say. Cannot let the needy, or in this case. The misguided fanatics of Messianica. Be left to suffer from wounds, after their just defeat at are hands.” Taking in a well-earned breath, he then shook his head in false sadness. “As Myranthor pointed out Agudo happily sent the very best Cleric to “Aid” the defeated enemy. Such as Leetah and many others who could be found.” Pausing only long enough to leave his wake the side of the Defense. The Prosecutor boldly walked up to the jurors, and calmly put his right foot on a small wooden footstool. Allowing him to lean to his side, letting him get down to eye view with the jury. “Honorable ladies and gentleman of the jury. Does the act of mercy by Healers, Shaman, Priests or Clerics; give everyone in the world the right to let out Thieves from jail?” Keldorn let those words hang in the air, before continuing more loudly. “What of Sexual Predators? Or Murderers? Think about it!” Keldorn stood strait suddenly backing up yet not taking his eyes off the jury. “An Assassin who is paid to kill not once! not twice! But thousands of times for the simple lust of coin. How many children, have died at the Assassin Kheldar hands? How many women were ravaged by the sick Kheldar?” Firecam made a over theatrical frown, as he lifted his shoulders and shaking his head. “Truly ladies and gentleman of the jury we shall never know! The knight suddenly walks back up to the jury "For Khaira with great malice against Agudo! Open the very doors that held such scum.” Breathing heavily with anger in he closed his eyes. “Just think about it?” Keldorn then returned to the center of the court. To stand next to the smaller elf. “And before I forget my dear Myranthor” He chuckled at the next words. “This isn’t some elvin city full of philosophical ideas! Or some realm, were magic does not exist, gnomish machines make are lives easier and orgs and hobgoblins are just a fantasy! We live in the land of mortals! Were a person if found GUILTY until proven innocent!” The handsome older knight then gave a polite half bow to judge Ruthia. He spoke more softly "Yet we shall allow her Honor the right to say" (ooc Asking for a DM side bar! Is it like the modern world? You know where we are innocent until found guilty? Or more like the Wild West kind of realm? Let judge Ruthia know so she can post in story please)
ruthia 10-09-04, 11:02 PM	When Ruthia relizes that Kheldron didn't hear a word she said, she stands and repeats it louder for him, with a few added words as well. "Thank you for those excelent points Defense. Prosecutor I would also like for you to refrian from using the word traitor at this time. You may use Accused, Defendant, or Litigant instead please. Also Prosecutor I would please remind you that I am running this court and I will not allow this to become a shouting match between the two of you. Next time please wait untill I say you have permission to speak, or I may have to assign your client a new attorny. I believe its called In contempt of Court" Ruthia pauses a moment and closes her eyes, seemingly considering the descion she was required to make... ((And I will finish this post whne Miss Khaira tells us what she would like done here. ))
kulideb 10-10-04, 09:04 AM	Kulideb listened with rapt attention as Myranthor made his eloquent speech, she smiled at Shades. Surly every one could see the truth of his words! She relaxed in to her seat as Keldorn stood up, a slight scorn on her brow as he mocked the elegant elf with his hand clapping. She bit down on her lip as his words flowed over her. His speech caught her off gaurd..it was almost believable..almost until the end of his long talk. How many women were ravaged by the sick Kheldar?” Well, I spent time alone with him as felt perfectly safe! the elf muttered. "For Khaira with great malice against Agudo! well, thats just a lie! she added under her breath.
Luika 10-10-04, 09:11 AM	Myranthor whent on and on about the statments of Keldorn. But it was when his former student Myranthor, locked his eyes upon Agudo own. A tear ran down Agudo cheek. http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongagudo.gif Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley Through his wet, watery pupils, reaching to grasp the tiniest sense from the world around him, despite his blurred, tired vision, the old archmage looked at his former allies, the gorgeous pair of elves teaming against him. His disturbed mind, unable to find rest, to comprehend the intricate complexities of each of his acquaintances, left Reality itself, plunging, drowning Agudo in old, painful rememberances, dark heralds of possible, sinister outcomes. ***** The scene was dimly lit, a simple hall of rock on which freely ran a foul river, far away from the light of the surface, far away from the Light of the gods. In front of him was a cryptic enigma, another of these allies he couldn't understand, one he, if he would've known better, would've never trusted. http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongluika.gif Artwork illus by Gordon R. Quigley He then walked over to “Luika” and thought for a moment. “To be honest Luika you are an enigma, I sense the dark power with in you, and yet I since something good in you as well. Agudo seemed to get lost in thought, as if he discovered a new riddle that he wished to study. ****** Would they all finish like this? Would most of his friends, not only Myranthor Imalustriel and Khaira Amastacia, but also Kulideb, also Kheldar, would turn like this? Would they all be as friendly as mean, leaving the powerful archmage vulnerable, unable to trust, prefferring maybe even a detailed antagonism to potentially harmful friendship? Over his shoulders the bearded wizard felt a terrible burden, the sudden weight to understand that those with whom he had rejoiced, cried and laughed to tears, finally, left him to rot, alone, in an intolerable solitude.
Drindin 10-12-04, 01:47 AM	well, thats just a lie! she added under her breath. "This... court... this alleged 'justice'... is a lie. Yes, she let Kheldar out. And yes, she should be punished for it. He was a contract killer, and he killed Agudo. She let him out. Nothing more, however." He whispered, mostly to himself. Shades stopped for a bit. "Yes, she should be punished. A few weeks in a jail cell ought to teach her not to let criminals out of jail. She shouldn't be killed. She didn't kill any one. 'Twas not her hand that wielded the blade that killed your friend the Archmage, even if only temporarily. "No, justice is not being done in this court room. If this were justice, then I would see that damend commander that let the archers fire upon the refugees!" He whispered, mostly to himself once more. "And I do not think I will rest well at night, until the day I see the real justice that needs to be done... be done."
turalisj 10-12-04, 07:13 AM	draaco smiled, he would have to see if his master had any plans for the "shades" as well.
kulideb 10-13-04, 09:51 AM	The blond haired elf looked at Shades. "Emm..Agudo and friend." she muttered softly to her self. She rested back in her chair, note book resting on her lap as she glanced around the court.
ruthia 10-13-04, 02:28 PM	.....Ruthia reopens her eyes and looks upon tose in the court area. Placing her chin on folded hands she looks down upon Kheldorn and Myranthor. "It is my believe that in this case we must look the defentant as innocent untill proven guilty. I believe it falls upon you Kheldorn to proof to this jury that Khaira is guilty without question, as for we went out of our way to provide as many juriors as possible with no forknowledge of this case. (Ruthia turns her eyes to the jury) It will fall upon you, honored members of the jury, to decide if he has proven this to you. If there is any question as to her fate, please look into it closly before pronuncing her guilty. It will be on your conciouse if you allow a guilty woman to walk free, or a innocent to hang.(Ruthia turns her attention back to Myranthor and Kheldorn.) Now Kheldorn I will allow you to call upon your first witness." ((OOC: Keep in mind you can't use either Rayek or Tyrion till Chris and Gord come back from their "Buiness trip" so you'll have to use someone else for the time being))
turalisj 10-13-04, 07:22 PM	Draaco's eys flared open and green l;ight shone around his eyelids. as this happened his mind filled with the knowledge of everyone in the court, every secret, every goal and hope flooded his memoery. most of it was instantly trancieved to his masters psycrystals.
malik21 10-13-04, 08:34 PM	Feeling somewhat odd,Malik looks around.He spots Draaco with his freaky eyes and taps Voll on the shoulder. "What's up with him?"
kulideb 10-14-04, 03:42 AM	The elf felt something nudge at the edge of her mind, at first she thought it might be Branth or even....Kheldar..no, she thought this touch wasnt familiar to her. She used the mind gaurds that she had been taught to shut the intruder out of her mind. She looked around the room a scowl on her pretty face as her gaze sought out the intruder.
Drindin 10-14-04, 10:02 AM	Shades could feel a presence in his mind. He retreated to a closed room in the back of it, deep into his subconcious where nothing else could reach him.
ruthia 10-14-04, 10:45 AM	When Draaco's mind reaches for Ruthia's he hits a blank wall. Draaco recieves nothing but powerful push AWAY from Ruthia's mind. ((*And I believe that leaves FoD intact, for I didn't say WHERE I was pushing his mind to.))
Good Knight 10-14-04, 02:27 PM	Ruthia "It is my believe that in this case we must look the defentant as innocent untill proven guilty. I believe it falls upon you Kheldorn to proof to this jury that Khaira is guilty without question, as for we went out of our way to provide as many juriors as possible with no forknowledge of this case. (Ruthia turns her eyes to the jury) It will fall upon you, honored members of the jury, to decide if he has proven this to you. If there is any question as to her fate, please look into it closly before pronuncing her guilty. It will be on your conciouse if you allow a guilty woman to walk free, or a innocent to hang.(Ruthia turns her attention back to Myranthor and Kheldorn.) Now Kheldorn I will allow you to call upon your first witness." Crossing his arms, Keldorn Firecam came close to rolling his eyes in front of the judge. Yet his years of knightly training in the royal courts of the land; had taught him restraint. The Prosecutor opens his arms and tilted his body in a simi bow. “Yes your honor!” It was all he could do from turning red at such a ridicules idea. {Imagine} He thought {The government having to prove someone guilty!} Keldorn frowned as he turned to his soon to be called witness. {The time and cost alone would be outrageous! These poor peasants of fishermen, farmers and cobblers. Couldn’t afford the high increase in taxes, to pay for such grandiose investigations.} Shaking his head to clear his thoughts. The Prosecutor focused in on the here and now. “I call forth Sir SmellyFoot of the LowHill halfling clan.” A small poorly dressed halfling stood up from dirt floor. Wearing simple brown pants and dirty white shirt, with a green vest. His hair was curly red and skin a dark amber. Smiling with gaps in his yellowed teeth, he approached and took the witness stand. “Yesss siiir?” Firecam relaxed his posture and leaned on the podium before him. Speaking in a gentle voice, the knight showed a softer side at SmellyFoot. “Please tell the court your name title and standing in the community. The halfling coughed and squirmed before blurting out his name. “I is SmellyFoot as as the the tall man said I is” He stuttered and looked lowly up at Keldorn “My title?” He shrugs “All I knows is I be the waterboy of the dungeon.” Firecam gives a reassuring smile once more “Now before the court” Keldorn half handedly ponts to the crowed “ Would you please tell what you saw on that dreadful day, when the Bardess Khaira betrayed the Army of Light!” SmellyFoot glanced fearfully towards Khaira. “I was just bringing the daily meal to the prisoner when I saw” The Prosecutor held up his hand to stop the wittiness. “Forgive me, um SmellyFoot” Rankling his brow, at the thought of such strange names other races have. “Just out of curiosity what kind of food did you bring to the prisoner? And for the record was it Kheldar the Assassin that was in prison?”SmellyFoot nodded with his mouth open. “Yeees, yes sir! It was him” Then the halfling face lit up and the next part of the question. “Oh my the food was half a pound of sautéed peppered beef, with buttered garlic bread and hazel nut bread! With honey!”SmellyFoot said the last part with glee, as if he had just found a treasure chest Keldorn laughed and leaned in a bit closer to the witness. “You sound very pleased in the food you sere serving. Why?” SmellyFoot was like a little boy, talking about his favorite toy. “Well its not everyday you get to see such a feast. For most of us went hungry during the siege on Hillsfar. Messianica gave us what she could in rations. But I hadn’t seen butter in a month! For we ate all the cows inside” The Halfling seem sad at his next words. “The people had oatmeal and gruel during those times.” Keldorn quickly refocuses the account back to the prison. “So what your saying is…. that the prisoner Kheldar, was treaty better than most? In fact very well by your standards am I right?”With a quizzical look at Firecam, the Halfling stared at him, then as if downing on what was being said he smiled. “Yer right about that! For if I be knowing that I could have a feast like that! I would have killed Agudo myself!” The courtroom burst out in laughter. The Prosecutor closed his eyes, then when things had been restored to order he continued. Turning to Starbright he boomed. “Let the record state that the prisoner Kheldar, was treated fairly! Even better than most under the circumstances.” He held up his finger as if to make a point. “Mr. SmellyFoot was the cell clean? What of the bedding?” The red hair little man thought about. “Why yes! I cleaned the cell rooms myself, and I would say I did an excellent job.” A few more snickers form the crowd but Firecam continued. “Of course you did! For you’re a hard worker taking pride in your work. It safe to say a prisoner under your care, was treated better than most sick people at a temple! Am I right?” SmellyFoot chest heaved in pride. “Is the truth! I bet me friend Kheldar regretted leaving the cell for how nice I made it!” Some in the audience couldn’t help but burst out laughing even more despite the bailiff’s warnings. The elder knight closed the loop on the situation, with glee of his own. “Let the record state once more that Kheldar, the Assassin of leader of the Army of Light. Was given all humane treatment under the circumstances of his incarceration. In other words there was NO just reason to free Kheldar!.” Pausing long enough to let it sink in “What about the escape my little halfling?” Taking in a deep breath, he became rather scared, and stuttered once more. “It, iiits beee” gulping then wiping the sweat from is brow. “I saw the pretty tall woman” Keldorn interrupted. “Pretty tall woman over there by the name of Khaira?” Sweating even more the amber tanned skin halfling gulped again. “Yes she is the pretty one. She went inside the cell room with the guards in tow. That being the nice blond elfman, Tyrion and his partner Rayek. All I knows is that as was moping the floors outside. I started hearing screaming and punching! When I ran inside Mr. Kheldar was gone! And the guards were hurt!.” Moving away fro the podium the Prosecutor looked at judge Ruthia. “Your honor, even as the court recorder Starbright rights down those important last words. I yield temporality! To Myranthor the Defense Attorney for Khaira. So that he may cross examine the witness” With that Firecam set down next to Agudo patting him on the back for encouragement.
kulideb 10-15-04, 03:59 PM	The elf peered at the halfling, yepp she had seen him round dungeon. usually fast asleep! The elf opened her mouth as if to shout out, but quickly shut tight. She was finding it hard to stay quiet while the halfling told his tale. She wrote down on her pad. sautéed peppered beef as if!! if he was lucky it would have been Maggot ridden dried beef She added a few drawings of what she would like to do to the little toad. Then she smiled, hopefully Myranthor would find the cook. Kulideb was sure the cook had stayed behind when the others had been marched out of hillsfar.
Khaira 10-15-04, 06:27 PM	As Khaira watched Keldorn question the halfling, she wanted to jump up and punch one, or perhaps, both of them. She hadn't even seen the halfling in the room! He was probably filling his face at the time. Lies, lies, all of it! She zoned out, temporarily, and then she felt the probing energy of...somebody. What dared invade her mind! How dare they! Sheer force of will and the red fury of anger slammed down upon the probing mind of the culprit. Growling, ever so softly, she looked about as she attempted to locate the culprit...it could be only one person...Khaira's eyes met Draaco's. He was the only one who had so boldly threatened her, and was the only one who would have been foolish to attempt something of that sort. Imagine! The fool trying to steal HER mind...Death was the only thing reflected in her eyes as she glared at Draaco before turnign her attention once again to the trial at hand.
Myranthor 10-17-04, 08:12 PM	Quiet, carefully observing, listening to the inane babble the ridiculous halfling blurted, underlining Keldorn's awful choice of a witness, offering for all to see his dumbness, his pathetical foolishness, I tried to show no emotion, simply scrutinizing my knightly nemesis in his speech, unable to carefully control, direct the dangerous words of his less than responsible guest. I stood up gracefully, letting my robe's cloak flow behind my hasty steps, conveniently, through fate more than skills, escaping Draaco's mental grasp, shoved away by our draconic judge's potent powers. "Greetings, my lord", I said, bowing slightly in front of the tiny hafling. “First of all, I’d like to come back on what you said about this woman exchanging blows with the guards. According to what you said, you don’t know if she attacked them, or if she was defending herself, do you?” “I don’t know, sir.” “OK. I also understood, during the fascinating speech you exchanged with the Prosecutor that the situation within the city, for most commoners and villagers, was pretty harsh. Was it not?" "Oh, indeed it was Mr. Elf. You know, not only had we eaten all of the cows, but we gnawed even their bones, and prepared ourselves to wear theirs skins, like our great-grandparents, before the discovery of the trade way to Suzail and their fine silkery. We even started to keep their grease, for we had no oil anymore, and would need it soon to keep our lanterns lighted, if only to see Death arrive during the direst of nights. Already, even, a few of my own people -who had not the chance to have such a prized job as I have - had turned to banditry and crime, stealing to those who hadn't much already for themselves, with all the bloodshed and horror known in these times - all of this for a bag of grain, or two, even." "Excuse me, but I'll have to stop your pretty interesting, graphic description, but I have other questions for you. Do you remember having said, a few minutes ago, for such a meal, you would've slain Agudo yourself?" "Indeed!" "Would you have said such things, say, a month or two ago? Would you have killed for a meal?" "Well, surely no, your Magistrature, but I didn’t know what was Hunger back then. Back then, we had plentiful harvests, we had what we needed, it's today that it all changed. " "So, what you're telling me is that, through the actions of the Army of Light, because of the Army of Light, you turned a bit more savage, not to say... evil?" "Well, I wouldn't have turned it that way, because of all the soldiers around here, but...well, yeah." "So, you're also afraid of those soldiers, the same soldiers who will patrol around the city to "keep it calm", but will stir it from within instead, I see. Hmm, you know what awaited Kheldar after his incarceration, don't you?" "Well, no, I'm not told such things. Y'see, I'm only cleaning the bed and bringing the meals." "Ho, how convenient. Let me tell you, then, my friend, what would've happened of him, after having left the comfortable cell you tended for him. He would've been executed, simply, because he dared to retaliate against a similar attack made against Messianica. What do you think of that, mister?" "WHAT!" the halfling roared, jumping atop his chair. " I MADE A sautéed peppered beef, with buttered garlic bread and hazel nut bread FOR NOTHING, TO SEE IT LOST IN THE GUTTER OF A HANGED? WHAT'S THE POINT IN FEEDING SOMEONE CONDEMNED TO DEATH WHEN FOOD IS SCARCE, KNIGHT, WHAT'S THE POINT?" Suddenly, the funny and comely man had become a feral, disturbingly perversion of himself, most of his torments, his desire to see his children nourished, his need to leave in a relative comfort bursting out in the open, manifesting openly, revoltingly, against the armored paladin, exposing to all jurors the state of decay, of pain inflicted to the innocent villagers by the terrible aftermath of War. After a while, however, calmed by several stressed, gloved hands grasping their swords' hilts, the reddened halfling calmed down, sitting back in his chair. "That display was impressive, to say the least, and reveals most of your thoughts without a word." I claimed. Now, I don't know if you recall this, but I believe the prosecutor said he thought there was no just reason to free the man you took care of, didn't he, because he was well fed." "I recall" the man grumbled. "Good. Would you, per any chance, be inclined to say like him: That is, to say that he was treated better than most under the circumstances, that the promise of death is not a reason to want to leave?" "Well, helluva NO! No one wanna die. The poor man didn't deserve anything like this : he simply tried to save my people against these men." he said aggressively, pointing the pair at the prosecutor's table. " According to you, between the man you took care of and those sitting at that table there, which one really should be protected by the radiant mantle of an Army of Light, an army devoted to the well-being, the survival, and the comfort of all living creatures? The men who transformed your city into a putrid marsh, or the one who wanted to protect you and your city? " "Well, Kheldar should be sanctified then, if you wanna know what's on my mind, and those banished and sent to the Abysses right now!" "So...according to what you just said.... would you say that the tall pretty woman, Khaira Amastacia, helped the well-fare of the city and its people, as should do any member of a true, trusted Army of light, or hindered it, as some did, as would do any corrupted priest, using his god's blind blessings to act without questioning his own morals?" "She came to help and save the man who only wanted to help us and defended our mistress against Agudo's own assassins. She did justice. She acted like a true soldier of the Army of Light, whether she was one or not." "If she did justice, it means that these men, standing against her, are not doing justice. Would you dare to say that these men, instead, are making of this court a fallacy, a tyrannical demonstration of their military superiority, while claiming that their childish revenge is nothing more than Justice? - A hypocritical justice only their eyes can see, of course. " "Definitely!" "Well, I have no more questions, I must admit. Is there something else that you would like to add, something you'd like to say to this man, clothed in blue, before we thank you for your participation?" With piercing eyes, a young, poor and dirty halfling looked at the mighty, rich and powerful archmage, ruthlessly speaking what most thought but dared not to claim: "Who are you to decide for us?" Then he left to where he came from.
ruthia 10-17-04, 09:45 PM	Ruthia watches as Star quickly finishes writing down the Haflings words Before speaking. "Kheldorn, you may call your next witness."
King Kill 10-17-04, 10:40 PM	Just before Star begins to speak A slender human-looking figure in dark robes and a hidden face quietly enters unnoticed.
Good Knight 10-21-04, 01:51 PM	The Prosecutor Firecam stood quickly the causing the wooden chair to nearly topple over. He boldly walked over to the sniveling Halfling, and leaned in as close as he could without touching the little man. “Starving people? Kheldar the hero? We shall see!” Smelly foot gulped and dug his head as far back as possible, in the witness stand. Keldorn did not relent, yet he did pull away to face the jury of court. “My ladies and gentleman of this honored court. Shall we review once more at what has been said?” Firecam brushed back his thick peppered color dark hair not waiting for answer. “The deadly assassin Kheldar, was trying to save the people of Hillsfar? Or con them out of there life savings?” Turning quickly to jittery tiny man the Prosecutor laid in. “Smellyfoot! Isn’t it true that you were asked by Messainica... to offer your LIFE SAVINGS! to pay for this diabolical assassin? Keldorn said this the financial part in exaggerated tones, for a soon to be clear reason. “Weeweelll” Gulp “Messianica needed are help” The righteous knight smiled ruefully. “It wasn’t just you who offered there life savings was it?” Shaking his tangled hair, the Halfling muttered the next barely autobale words. “no” Firecam leaned in with his hand on his ear. “I am sorry what did say?” Closing his eyes the Halfling repeated even louder his last words. “NO!” Smiling even more Firecam continued. “Your right!” He held his hand up with one finger pointing to the air. “The whole city had to bring forth everything they had...... to pay off the BLOOD MONEY to Kheldar the despicable assassin” Smellyfoot seem uncomfortable at the meaning of the money and didn’t say anything. Taking a few steps back the knight stood in the center of the court. “The people of Hillsfar ate the cows and chewed on the bones for one reason! Messainca tricked them into foolishly giving away the very thing they had.....And needed to BUY FOOD!” Stepping back to the now shocked Halfling Firecam finished the job. “Your leader Messianca! Either by incompetence as a leader…OR greed for your coin! Messianca wished to share with her lover Kheldar all your hard earned money! That’s right she gave it all to him!” Letting that thought hang in the air before counting. “Smellyfoot answer the court this in clear words. Why didn’t Messianca use your money to buy food for your people? Instead of giving it to a murders killer like Kheldar?” Smellyfoot sobbed “Iiii doooonnn’t know!” The Prosecutor laughed aloud. “YOU DO KNOW!” He waited just staring at Smellyfoot. “Kheldar the Murder of Agudo had all your money…the whole city came out and gave their coind, jewels , fine art.....EVERYTHING Just to pay his BLOOD FEE! Messianca didn’t care if you lived or died! For if she, did she would have prepared the city with supplies for at least a year. Instead of just enough food for a few months.” The Halfling broke down, he had tears coming down. It look like the Prosecutor was finished. But dramatically turned one more time at the snively halfling. “One last thing Smellyfoot!” Keldorn said as if a thought had just come to him. “Didn’t Messianca make everyone bow down to the assassin Kheldar? Even the children! Didnt the little children have to kiss Kheldarhand! Begging the hired killer to take there last bit of money?” Smellyfoot sobbed and sobbed not responding. Firecam waited until the little man found his voice. “Yeees” Sob “yes!” walking over to the table stood next to Agudo. “Good people of the court. It wasn’t the army of light that took away the needed food supplies of Hilsfar. It was the Murderers Kheldar! And his sick lover Messianca.... CONING this city out there life savings! The coind to buy food!” As the courtroom broke out in loud whispers Firecam spoke to the Judge. “No further questions your Honor “
ruthia 10-21-04, 02:24 PM	Ruthia sighed to herself as the Radiant Knight ripped into the poor little hafling. She could see this was going to be a long trail, and she was going to have to stop this kind of stuff right now. Turning to the Hafling she says "You may step down Smellyfoot." As the hafling runs int terror out of the court room, tears streaming out his eyes as Ruthia eyes both sides of this party, then says quietly. "I understand both sides need to paint a complete picture here in order to help the jury see the Right and Wrong of this case. But it is my humble request that niether of you berate the witnesses just because they stood behind one leader or the other. Firecam, you are just as evil in the city dwellers eyes as you precieved them to be, but kindly remeber that they are just sheep being lead by the shepard. Next time I ask you please try not to scare our witnesses to death, or this will take longer then it needs to. We need our witnesses to be able to think clearly and relate everything they saw accurately." Ruthia pauses and takes a deep breath. "Now Mister Firecam. I believe I asked you to call you next witness."
Good Knight 10-21-04, 03:35 PM	The righteous knight stood once more and gently pointed to his counterpart. “Of course your Honorable Lady of Judgment. Yet I will allow the young Myranthor an opportunity to repair his clients tattered reputation by bringing a defense witness forward”
ruthia 10-22-04, 03:06 PM	Ruthia sighed and gave Kheldorn a glare before saying, "Myranthor, Kheldorn. Come up here."
Myranthor 10-22-04, 08:13 PM	I chuckled slightly, eyeing she I was referring to since the beginning of this trial, muttering under my breath : "It seems he once again made the Judge his friend." Then I stood, leaving my place to reach for the Judge.
Agudo Archmage 10-23-04, 12:43 AM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongagudo.gif Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley As the two court attorneys busied themselves with the Judge. The Wizard of Light let out a long sigh. He still saw those tears from SmellyFoot and the words he spoke. SmellyFoot With piercing eyes, a young, poor and dirty halfling looked at the mighty, rich and powerful archmage, ruthlessly speaking what most thought but dared not to claim: "Who are you to decide for us?" It was those last words that caused his old friend Firecam to bolt at the small Halfling. Maybe for others it was surprising to see such fire from Keldorn. But for Agudo, the always protective Radiant Heart Knight, was in classic form. Even in there younger days it was always like this. No matter what adventure they were in, Keldorn felt a special bound to protect Agudo He could still remember shock on Firecam’s face when of all places, deep in the heart of a sewer, came Righteous aid. The Radiant Heart Knight was battling a fiendish creature and sorely being tested in skill. When out of the murky underground gloom came the barbarian yell of Minsc tackling the beastly thing knocking Firecam free of its grasp. Agudo and his soon to be wife Aerie, joining in the mighty struggle. When it was all over it was Agudo, who offered his hand in friendship to the bewildered Knight. It took some convincing to show Firecam that a Wizard! Of all people! Didn’t want anything in return. For up an till then, every magic user the Knight had met. Either wanted something, or manipulated others in getting it. Yet in time the Knight came to trust this self proclaimed Wizard of Light. In fact Keldorn became more than a friend to Agudo…..they were like brothers! Fighting for all that is Righteous and Good! As they liked to say. Strange as that may seem to other people of the brave Knights home country. For Magic users were seen as dangerous deviants, not to be allowed in any city of Amn. Smiling despite the painful words of SmellyFoot. Agudo knew that at least some of his friends…. The long blond hair Wizard looked at Khaira like so many times before in this trail. Almost wiping away his smile as he saw her red hair Then back at his protective friend Keldorn Firecam. That at least some friends were faithful like a family. Agudo felt warm in his heart, and a conflicting pain of sadness for those like SmellyFoot who suffered so.
Tyrion Grayleaf 10-23-04, 02:33 AM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongtyrion.gif Tyrion shifted in his mithral armor and watched the dirty, little Halfling scurry out of the assembled court. The Elven Knight didn't quite know what to think of Smellyfoot. . . For all the Halfling's robust charm, he certainly had a weak will! He had readily agreed with one party, then turned around and agreed with the other, then lost his nerve and fled the scene. However, that hadn't entirely been the simple Halfling's fault. Both Attorneys had lead that Halfling around like a dog on a leash! More often than not they had spoon fed the answers straight into the Halfling's mouth and only waited for him to repeat exactly what they wanted to hear. . . Like a puppet! . . this was a serious mockery of justice! Tyrion hoped he wasn't the only one to notice. With a silent sigh he calmed himself. His job was to defend Kharia, not voice his opinions. He only hoped the next witness would have the backbone to stand up to both puppeteers. Artwork copyright © 2004, Gordon R. Quigley
Rayek 10-23-04, 02:56 AM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongrayek.gif Rayek watched as both Keldorn and Myranthor made their way up towards the judge. No doubt about it, Ruthia definitely had her hands full between those two. At least Kharia was beginning to behave more appropriately. Well, aside from the dreadfully odious look she continued to shoot towards both the prosecutor and the fleeing witness. Her distaste for Kheldorn Rayek could understand, but her hatred towards the halfling baffled him. Everything the little man had stated was perfectly true, minus his exaggerated boasting about how he kept the cells clean. Most of the cells still had the decaying remains of past prisoners in them, and the cages that were vacant were hardly anything worth bragging about. Still though, Rayek did have to give the halfling some credit. Despite how terrible Kheldar's cell was during the best of times, it was still much better than some of the rooms in the houses he had seen in the village. . . Ugh! Rayek grunted as he forced images of desecrated homes and massacred townsfolk out of his head. Yes, it was true that the innocent blood of thousands saturated the spears and swords of the Army of Light, but Agudo's troops were no more wicked than the zealous villagers who had been manipulated against the authority of the Gods. What would have happened had Messianica's influence not have been stopped, and was allowed to grow? How many more thousands would have died under her wing, and all across Fauren, as she waged her ludicrous war against all the religions of the world? Messianica and her followers had to be stopped! Allowing them to live would only have resulted in a more catastrophic battle later to come. Was Agudo and a few Officers of the Light the only people with enough foresight to see this?!. . . . . .--. . .--. . . . . .But even having come to such a grim conclusion, Rayek still couldn’t help but mourn the loss of all the villagers whose lives had been sacrificed in order to maintain the peace. . . . . .--. . .--. . . ". . .Hmm. All shades of grey. . ." Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley
kulideb 10-23-04, 06:38 AM	The elf sat grim faced as she remembered her first few meetings with the lady of Hillsfar, there had been some thing about her...the way she could talk to people. The elf sighed and wondered what life would be like if she hadnt stuck the dagger into her.
Good Knight 10-23-04, 10:01 PM	Straightening his regal vestments, he calmly stood near Myranthor and Ruthia the judge. “It would seem we have come to another moment judicial decorum”
ruthia 10-24-04, 11:24 AM	Ruthia folds her hands in front of her and looks at both of them. In a low voice she says "Kheldorn you need to stop second guessing everything I say. I have spent many days studying differnt laws and differnt systems to come up with a way to make this trail run smoothly. In order to do this I need both of you to do as I ask. Kheldorn, I asked you to call forth your witnesses and I expect you to do it. If you have no more witneeses I will turn this over to Myranthor, but remeber you will have no other chance to ruin his client in the courts eyes. Now any more objections? If not let's get this trail moving again."
Khaira 10-24-04, 09:13 PM	Khaira sighed resignedly as she watched the mockery of a trial go on. She thought that, maybe, after this trial were over, and all of the pieces of everyone's egos and emotions were all set into place like the fine jigsaw puzzle that they all were, she'd advise Kheldorn to train a little bit on humility..he certainly was lacking! As Khaira watched Myranthor and Kheldorn conversing with Ruthia, she slipped into her own kind of reverie, her thoughts wandering a million places. "Speaking of after this trial...how many friendships shall remain, I wonder? Even should I be found innocent, or receive a lighter punishment, there will still remain the doubtful...and the doubtful are often difficultto convince..." Khaira was suddenly in that dark place, misery, pain, and anger the only emotions capable of survival. Here she was, back in Thanatos...unless she wasn't really here, and her fanciful mind had placed her in this hell...her doubts were shattered, her serene mind replaced with confusion and fear, as the ghastly form of what used to be her mother floated up before her. "You'll never be the same. It'll never be the same. You realize that, don't you? Well? WELL! DON'T YOU, you ungrateful, conniving, seductress from the bowels of the Abysss itself! You'll suffer! You'll suffer as much as you made Jhilana suffer! I will make sure you suffer for your transgressions! A thousand lashings at a thousand different places will be merciful compared to what I shall do unto you!"" "I don't believe you. I don't believe in you. Jhilana wasn't meant for survival. Jhilana isn't dead, anyway; she's just..." "You admit it, then? You admit you trapped Jhilana's soul deep inside your body, never for the world to see again. Look at you! You deserve death! Your a ... a ... copper-piece *****! No friends shall e'er cross your path! Even those whom you think you have now will fade away!" Back at the trial, Khaira just shook her head and shook her head and shook her head...suddenly, as if in some wild fit of violence took ahold of her rational mind, a clenched, knuckle-white fist slammed down on the table... "Open your eyes! I am Jhilana...I am the beautiful elven maiden whom you once knew....but that elven maiden could never survive...not in this world. No...never. Khaira is the only one who can survive...Jhilana...she is too naive, she thinks everyone loves her...everyone is nice, kind, honorable. Though I do miss her...but..Jhilana. Is. Me... Khaira's head sunk down, her shoulders hunched down, the weight of so heavy a burden taking its toll on her. She looked like she may even faint. Just then, she looked up, and her shoulders straightened again, as she looked forward with a cold, icy gaze, neither seeing the court room in front of her, nor hearing any of the commentary.....
Good Knight 10-27-04, 10:39 AM	With another graceful Simi bow the prosecutor smiles. “As you wish you Honor!” Waving over Malendor he handed him a list of names on it. “Bailiff Malendor, please see to it that the following witness are being called to testify”On the list was the following names. Rayek GreyLeaf Genie Mc person the Baker :ooc She is a NPC. Call forth them all and whoever posts first, is the one we will use. If not I will post that NPC the Baker is ready.
ruthia 10-27-04, 12:38 PM	Malendor takes the note and reads outloud. "I call forth the following witnesses to testify in this case. You will testify in the order in which you reach the witness stand. Rayek! Tyrion Grayleaf! Genie! Mick Baker! Please step forward to testify now." ((Ooc: Ok Mick Baker isn't origanal, but how in the heck do I call up someone with no name :confused: . So I made on up :cool: ))
kulideb 10-29-04, 03:29 PM	Kulideb shifted in her seat, why did things have to take so long! to see that justice is done, she reminded herself. She glanced over to Khaira, she lookes worn out the elf thought sadly..till she saw the lady lift her head, the icy gaze her friend now had sent a shiver down the elfs spine.
Evander-Sunstrike 10-29-04, 05:26 PM	Evander just shook his head at the proceedings; this wasn't a trial - it was a damned who-can-intimidate-the-witness-more, beat-around-the-bush mockery of the justice system! Especially that arrogant, bull-headed excuse for a Knight; just who did he think he is? Any witness would have agreed to any question he would have proferred, if they had been intimidated like that! The elf shook his head and murmured a brief prayer to his God. Evander, too, noted the icy gaze of the bardess; he had seen that look only a couple times during his times with Khaira...it was not a good sign...Softly, he muttered to himself, "What kind of mockery is this, anyway? Damned excuse for a trial..."
Agudo Archmage 10-30-04, 01:17 AM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongagudo.gif Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley Writing in a long tanned parchment, Agudo tried to keep himself busy. Yet his disturbing thoughts before….of Luika. That was something he didn’t want to remember for it was a dark time. Rocky was a racially if not crude Dwarf of greedy seems. Who thinks to sweet Leetah was able to mend the thieving Dwarf ways. As much as possible. Agudo slowly shook his head repressing a smile. Yet why Luika? He thought why such thoughts of him now. Luika was a dark one! “I felt possible hope in him once…..”
Pipers Youth 10-30-04, 01:44 PM	Jedit had been listening intently ever since the trial had began, and what a trial it was. Some many upsets and turnabouts had taken place that he couldn't even keep track anymore. To add onto of that, Agudo was scribbling on his parchment to keep himself busy! Jedit wondered if he even cared anymore. And since his last little outburst he wondered how long Agudo's sanity would hold. What would be the outcome of all of this? Could Jedit come to a reasonable decision, or would he be befuddled? The life of a young bardess hanged in the jury's judgment. As he pondered he couldn't help to think,"Where is this going?"
Tyrion Grayleaf 11-02-04, 04:46 AM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongtyrion.gif Both Rayek and Tyrion took a step forward when Ruthia authorized witnesses to come forth and testify. Naturally each Elf wanted to tell his story, but almost as quick as Rayek had stepped forward, the reclusive Elf stepped back and nodded to Tyrion. Tyrion took it as a signal that Rayek would guard Kharia, and approached the chair Smellyfoot had fled from just moments ago. "I, Tyrion Grayleaf, Knight Protector of Elasia, do swear to speak only the truth. . . I would die before dishonoring myself, or anyone else, by lying to you assembled Lords and Ladies of this court." Death before dishonor, that was a part of the code all Knight Protectors swore by. And with that Tyrion sat down. It felt strange being in his position, and he could almost sympathize for Smellyfoot. . . During his early career with the High Elven infantry he had been in the front ranks when facing overwhelming battalions of orcs and goblins, and yet, as he gazed upon all the faces looking at him now, he felt more uncomfortable than he could remember feeling in a long, long time. Artwork copyright © 2004, Gordon R. Quigley
ruthia 11-02-04, 08:20 AM	Ruthia nods. "Thank you Tyrion. Firecam, he's all yours."
Good Knight 11-03-04, 02:42 PM	Keldorn Firecam put his hand over red ribbon shahs. He also gave a curt small bow and half bow “Goodelf Grayleaf , as one knight to another it is an honor to speak with you this day. Even under such sad circumstances. Yet like all that we hold dear, we must bare the burdens as beacons of justice and truth. Clearing his throat he then waved to the audience in the outdoor chamber. “Tell us in your own words Sir Grayleaf what transpired before as well as during the escape of Kheldar by the hand of the infamous Kharia”
Tyrion Grayleaf 11-03-04, 09:49 PM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongtyrion.gif Tyrion closed his eyes and collected his thoughts. Due to the long life of an Elf, it felt like only remembering yesterday. "Lady Kharia had gone missing. . ." That felt as good a place to start as any. "During the battle of Hillsfar a select group of combatants had been transported to a terrible place. A warped perversion of the city of Hillsfar, where there was no colors. . . And everything looked, absolutely. . . malignant. After we defeated Messianica we returned back to the proper city of Hillsfar. . . Only Kharia had not returned with us. We hopped for the best, that she would return to us. . . and we feared for the worst. . . However, we were very fortunate. Kharia returned back to us. I remember first seeing her whilst Rayek and I were guarding Kheldar's cell. The pernicious assassin had already attempted to escape once. . . And almost killed two men. Lady Kharia seemed to have very little recollection of what happened to her when she didn't return with the rest of us, and was quite distressed over the loss of her Harp to one of Messianica's Chief Officers, Savael. But Kharia hadn't come to see me. She had come to see Agudo's assassin. At first she was very angry with him! She demanded to know why he had killed Agudo, I believe her words were what insane force drives you. Kheldar, however, wasted no time calming her down and appealed to her by offering to return her harp to her. She declined, but her mood by then had greatly shifted to sympathy for the assassin. . . She left Kheldar reassuring him that execution would not be in his recent future. The next time I saw her was not long after that, the same day in fact. She bent down close to Kheldar's cell and whispered to him. I don't know what was exchanged between them, but Rayek suspected something and drew his sword! In an instant Kharia's was out too! A short melee began and during the fighting Kheldar broke free of his bonds and used some magical trick to blanket the dungeon in darkness. When our vision was restored Rayek spotted them fleeing in the courtyard. We immediately responded and caught up to them, me on my mount and Rayek with his bow. Before any further hostilities continued we offered them to surrender. . . and even offered a safe future to those who did. . . not to Kheldar, but to the others. Our offer, however, was refused. My body shall fall dead first was the reply we received from Lady Kharia. Another fight erupted. At this point I feared Kharia had been placed under a spell by Kheldar, as Gene had informed us that Kheldar was capable of wielding magic. But after I expressed this concern, Kharia informed me that I was mistaken. The combat carried on. A combat far greater than anyone had anticipated. Undead wraiths lashed out at us, Kharia's griffon came to her aid. Agudo himself, revived and healthy later joined the battle and engaged Kheldar. In a desperate plan to escape, the assassin turned Hillsfar's archer's against us and arrows rained down from the sky. . . The whole thing was a confusing stalemate as friends and enemies fought and helped one other stay alive so they could survive the day. . . In the end Kharia called for all of us to stop fighting. . . and she. . . . . . she confessed that freeing Kheldar was all her idea. . ." Tyrion looked ashamed at saying it. "Kheldar had escaped. . . he abandoned Hillsfar. . . As far as we can tell, the last thing he did in the city before leaving was steal as much of his reward money for killing Agudo as he could. A vast amount his reported reward has been unaccounted for." Which was why Hillsfar's economy was looking as bleak as it was. "That's what I know, of Kheldar's escape and Lady Kharia's involvement." There, Tyrion had said what he knew. . . He wasn't happy about it, but unfortunately whether or not he was happy, had very little to do with the trial. Artwork copyright © 2004, Gordon R. Quigley
Khaira 11-03-04, 10:36 PM	She blinked. She could have bowed her head in sorrow, in regret. She could have objected to the statement. She could have shed tears for the mistakes that she had made. She didn't do any of these, however. She just blinked. Her tears had been cried out, many years ago. She was bone dry. She thought of everything that had happened.... "Any way, do you get my message? The Army of Light was sending assassins long before Messianica even hired me. . . In fact, they're the reason I was hired! Assassinating Agudo was Messianica's way of striking back. . . She was only doing what the Army of Light was doing to her. . . Like I said, only difference is I turned Agudo into a corpse, instead of becoming one myself...That probably begs the question why kill a friend. . . And the fact of the matter is. . . I had never seen Agudo prior to meeting him in that crumbling Tavern to kill him. All I knew of Agudo was he was a target that I had been assigned to kill." Everyone was a hypocrite...there were no pure, good people...everyone was corrupt. She had to help him...she had to help him remember...but there was only one way to do that. They were one and the same...he had offered to help her get the harp back. Maybe not directly, but still...she knew him. Because she knew Jhilana... "... I'd promised myself to destroy the murderer of Agudo when I found him, I have too much blood on my hands already to want to have yours as well. Too much blood...way too much blood. Enough blood to last a lifetime. Who would've thought it'd end up like this? Why? Were the Gods playing a game with these, the lives of mortals? She was there again...there in court, being tried for treason, among other fancifully-thought up charges against her. She looked over to Myranthor, and straightened her hunched over shoulders as she looked over to Keldorn. A look colder than death passed ever so briefly over her expression. They were all fools...fools, the whole lot of them. A look of contempt replaced the expression of icy death painted over the normally pleasant bardess' face. Contempt and anger at the world...her face was like stone, devoid of any emotion, except for that anger and that contempt.
Rayek 11-04-04, 03:23 AM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongrayek.gif We gave you a chance to surrender peacfully my dear friend. . .You were a fool to refuse that offer. . . Rayek donned an expression not all that different from Kharia's as he surveyed the bardess' reaction to what Tyrion had just revealed. Perhaps now you are finally beginning to feel the full weight of just how heavy the situation has become for you. A shame that it's only going to get worse my dear. Much worse. . . Rayek's face suddenly became as grim as death itself as the archer turned his attention towards the seat that he'd soon find himself positioned in. Tyrion provided a good overview of what transpired during that dark day, but he left out much of the incrimianting evidence. I regret that I cannot offer you that same curtousy. When it comes to my turn to speak, this courtroom shall learn everything about your schemes against my master and his wishes. Although it pains me to betray you like this Kharia, my loyalty lies with the Holy Archmage of Light. . .My allegiance is bound to Agudo. . . Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley
Voll 11-04-04, 03:51 AM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portvoll.gif "Hmmmmm. . ." Voll scratched his scruffy square chin as his thick eyebrows furrowed together and his face became creased with concern. It actually looked like the Demon Slayer was on the verge of processing an intelligible thought; but one should never jump to conclusions. ". . .Zhis Kheldar fellow. . .I vonder. . .Could he be. . ?" Voll became very silent. Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley
Agudo Archmage 11-04-04, 02:30 PM	Listening to Grayleafs words were like a dream. All his attention was focused on those pearls of hope. That being any answer to his once good friend Khaira shocking actions. Everything the Knight said was devoured and examined. Agudo used every ounce of his superb education, to decipher the reasons behind the freeing of Agudo most hated enemy….Kheldar. The Knight mentioned that Harp? Agudo thought back when it set in his office. Khaira had given it to him and like some proud ornimate of valor. The harp was a symbol of friendship between them. It sat next to his collection rare artifacts that was kept about the office. Yet now like Khaira friendship…that was gone as well.....Saveal had taken the Harp! Still Grayleaf said something about Khaira not being able to remember parts of her recant past. Perhaps that was a hope for redemption? Never the less the last words by the Elvin Knight quickly distorted that thought. GrayLeaf When our vision was restored Rayek spotted them fleeing in the courtyard. We immediately responded and caught up to them, me on my mount and Rayek with his bow. Before any further hostilities continued we offered them to surrender. . . and even offered a safe future to those who did. . . not to Kheldar, but to the others. Our offer, however, was refused. My body shall fall dead first was the reply we received from Lady Kharia Agudo closed his eyes at those words and bent his head down. Every word was to painful to hear Grayleaf In the end Kharia called for all of us to stop fighting. . . and she. . . . . . she confessed that freeing Kheldar was all her idea. . ." At that Agudo began to pray silently to the Light.
Good Knight 11-05-04, 12:43 PM	Lord Firecam spoke kindly to Grayleaf, after his very accurate and insightfull recount of the past events. “Good Sir your words have been a refreshing revelation of the treacherous actions, by the defendant.” Walking slightly away from the witness stand, Keldorn crossed his arms and put his hand on his chin. Giving the impression that he was contemplating the full meaning of it. “Now of all the information you gave Grayleaf. The most telling is the last part. Turning to Starbright he spoke pleasantly to her. “Mistress Starbright, as Court Reporter, would be so wise as to repeat the last part of the honorable knight Tryion Grayleaf.”
ruthia 11-05-04, 03:51 PM	Star looks down at her pad and says. "Kheldar had escaped. . . he abandoned Hillsfar. . . As far as we can tell, the last thing he did in the city before leaving was steal as much of his reward money for killing Agudo as he could. A vast amount his reported reward has been unaccounted for."
Good Knight 11-05-04, 11:33 PM	“Thank you young Lady Starbright and as well respected wife of Malendor our Bailiff of this trial.” The Prosecutor calmly turned his attention to the ever waiting jury “Kheldar the now freed Murderer! Who supposedly was there at Hillsfar to defend the people. In truth was the real cause of the starvation of those we just met." Firecam nodded his head in the direction of the fleeing Smellyfoot. “That poor lad and his fellow citizens, were duped in turning over there food money; for the greed of Kheldar the famed and now infamous assassin.” With gusto the Radiant Heart knight pointed a long accusing finger at Khaira. “It doesn’t take a Wizards Clairvoyance spell; to shows us the reason why the Lady Bard Khaira helped her lover to freedom.” Folding his arms he added with anger. “Simple greed!” Shaking his head as if it was clear for all to see. “Khaira wanted to escape with her lover Kheldar and his blood money. Let the Hillsfar people STARVE for all she cared. As long as they were free! And well fed on the coin of the poor” Finishing he said sternly. Good People of the Jury. I have shown you the (Reason) of Khaira action. Now I will show you more facts." Taking a breath Lord Firecam returned to StarBright. “Now my dear the thrid to last statement by are handsome knight Grayleaf. For I plan to save the confession for last”
kulideb 11-06-04, 06:17 AM	She knew she shouldnt...but she really couldnt help it...the little elf laughed out loud as she heard Firecam speak. Now if Khaira had been helping Gene to escape the elf could well belive them to be lovers. And now the army of light said it was Kheldar's fault the people of hillsfar had straved, Oh! of course it must be that and not the fact their army had held the city in siege! As to the money! well, she herself had given away a lot of it back to the people. The little elf wiped a tear from her eye, and tried to look a little more serious. Oh how the Victors could rewrite history to suite themselves!
ruthia 11-06-04, 09:30 AM	Star looked down again and read. "When our vision was restored Rayek spotted them fleeing in the courtyard. We immediately responded and caught up to them, me on my mount and Rayek with his bow. Before any further hostilities continued we offered them to surrender. . . and even offered a safe future to those who did. . . not to Kheldar, but to the others. Our offer, however, was refused. My body shall fall dead first was the reply we received from Lady Kharia. Another fight erupted. At this point I feared Kharia had been placed under a spell by Kheldar, as Gene had informed us that Kheldar was capable of wielding magic......." She stops there, not quite sure if she should go on.
Myranthor 11-06-04, 11:13 AM	While the elvish knight spoke, I remained sitting, lavishly, barely lsitening, lost in my own febrile thoughts, wondering from which kingdom such a rigid man came, which elvish Republic could've spawned, foreign to its siblings, such binding ethical codes, destroying the innate liberty, the cackling joy with which for which our kind was renowned, its sheer felicity, wholly embodied in Khaira's sensual, voluptuous grace, in the lightness of her dancing steps, the melodic waterfall of her flowing, singing voice. My interrogation, probably, would turn around a moral, maybe philosophical debate, opposing his views to elvish ones, trying to discern, to counter him between the tearing dilemma opposing his lawful code and his chaotic heritage, in the hope of discrediting, maybe turning him to our side. His itnervention, after all, didn't shook me, left me with a somewhat bitter impression, yet wasn't alarming, nor was it particularly incriminating. Pretty comfident I was that I could turn this in our favor, when, unexpectedly, the old and stubborn Inquisitor once again highered his voice, enslaving the helpless audience under another painful logorrhea of inane, yet provoking babble. The Prosecutor, like a cunning servant of Graz'zt, toying with the assembly's mind, spread within their soft brains false, corrupting thoughts, assuming Kheldar injustly took the money he was promised to kill Agudo (which, after all, wasn't stealing), assuming Khaira freed him for the promise of living, exiled, on the run, with those riches, when Khaira could've safely remained in the luxurious, fastuous halls of the School, which had naught to envy to Kheldar's wealth, carried in a life of fear and anxiety spent trying not to look suspect. These fallacious accusations, uttered against the court's rules, after that Ruthia, already, warned the hot-tempered human, who dared to see me as a patriarch, me who was twice his age, awakened a latent, growling anger within me, roaming through my silencious, orderly self in an indescriptible turmoil, blindly hitting the iron rules of decorum I was bound to obey. However, a few more words, a few more ridiculous, pompous gestures, were the spark necessary to ignite my magmatic temper, to let erupt a blazing anger through weak crevices, enfeebling my usually calmer, sturdier demeanor, erasing the immovable, granitic Myranthor most were used to see. " OBJECTION, YOUR HONOR! The Prosecutor's last words are, in the eyes of the defense, intolerable! Basing himself ont he words of a witness who never actually saw Kheldar taking the money, he assumes, not only, that the man fleed with money, but also what were my friend's goal was of monetary interest! THIS IS NONSENSE! Never did the witness say that Khaira's goals were those! A lawyer, especially when he interrogates a witness, isn't there to assume things, nor is he there to give the audience is own opinion, be it just or not, on the subject discussed. Never must he directly speak to the jury : He must only speak with the witness. His opinions should only be heard when he does an objection, or at the end of the trial, when he does his conclusion speech! The prosecutor, exposing his opinions, his delusions, his biased suspicions as if they were the truth, is tainting everyone's judgements, misguiding any possible independant train of thought anyone might want to pursue, but is also, once again, insulting my friend, harming her reputation and her right of not being considered guilty until the end of this trial. Already he has been scolded for these actions, yet this knight seems to pursue in this less than honorable path! I demand, in the name of the defense, for either a suitable sanction, either a different, more just and temperate prosecutor, because it appears that simple words alone can't discipline Keldorn Firecam's zeal."
Good Knight 11-06-04, 02:19 PM	Firecam was sitting on the edge of the table of the Court Reporters Starbright. Listening happily at the words that would surely condemned the sly Bardess. When suddenly for no apparent reason the boyish elf blew his cork. Myranthor " OBJECTION, YOUR HONOR! Nearly slipping off the edge Firecam regained his composure with some embarrassment and walked up to the judge. “Your Honor my counterpart” He calmly pointed to the over heated elfling. “Has forgotten what a Prosecutor is! That being the one who shows REASON for guilt. That all I have done. Kheldar is free with the money and Khaira was the one seen by Good Sir Grayleaf freeing him. Its up to the jury to see if the Reasons are enough for guilt.”
Khaira 11-06-04, 06:02 PM	Khaira sat in her seat quietly, contemplatively, as she awaited Keldorn's next outrageous accusation. She did not have to wait for long. “It doesn’t take a Wizards Clairvoyance spell; to shows us the reason why the Lady Bard Khaira helped her lover to freedom.” Folding his arms he added with anger. “Simple greed!” Lover! Greed! Where was he getting all of this? An extradimensional space in his rear end? Lover of Kheldar? She had looked on Kheldar as a friend, not as some flirtatious thing to be toyed with. The bardess' expression went from surprise to shock to outright anger. The damned knight was putting words in her mouth! Despite all of it, despite the fact that she may be put in contempt of court, she just couldn't hold herself. In a sleight soft voice - but not soft enough so that everyone couldn't hear - the bardess angrily voiced her protest. "Lover of Kheldar? Egads, what is this, an overly melodramatic play? Greed? Excuse me? Where is the evidence of me even touching the money? There is none...dear Gods..." Despite herself, the bardess forced herself to calm down and clamp her lips shut. Well, for a few seconds, anyway... "Good People of the Jury. I have shown you the (Reason) of Khaira action. Now I will show you more facts." Her fist slammed down with a BOOM! on the table as Khaira stood up, fires of fury flaming in her eyes. The very gates of hell opened wide as the bardess pointed her OWN finger at none other than Keldorn, and began to berate him. "Listen here, you overzealous, opinionated worm! You have given no reason, no evidence whatsoever as to my ulterior motive! You have not given ANY REASON! You have pulled CRAP from what appears to be an extradimensional space in your behind! You have taken the simple testimony of a witness and the actions of my, and twisted it around to your own "righteous" - though might I suggest they are more perverted and blind than anything! - to form one sorry excuse of a prosecution! All you seem to be interested in is showing off to the court and twisting everyone's words to attempt to sway their minds to your closed-minded verdict!" The bardess' voice took on a very mocking tone as she sneered at Keldorn. "Are the FACTS too righteous for you, sir Keldorn? Are they took complex for your rather inept testimony? Or are you just too BLIND to work your tiny, pea-sized brain into using them?" She growled...she actually growled, a primordal, savage sound, implying all the meaning that it was supposed to. She spoke again...in an almost threatening tone. "Your prosecution is beginning to look like a damned monkey act, oh Most Inept Prosecution. Maybe you should start looking at the facts more, and keep your opinions in your behind where they belong?" The bardess stayed standing...she would not back down if she could help it. She crossed her arms, a fiery look aimed right at Keldorn. Indeed, the bardess had a rather imposing look. It may very well take the whole Army of Light, and more, to get this bardess to relax and sit down again!
ruthia 11-06-04, 08:43 PM	o O(How DARE they? In MY court room? Have these fools got cotton stuffed in their ears? Did I not REPEATEDLY remind these idiots to KEEP QUIET TILL I TOLD THEM TO TALK!) Ruthia's face seems to get redder and redder as first Kheldorn seems bound and determined to force everyone to think like him, pulling motives from air. Then Myranthor catches on to this mockery and puts his two cents in. Then of course Kheldorn decides to approach Ruthia and try to make Myranthor look bad. Which then all this promit Khaira to open her big mouth and stick her foot right in it! ........................................ ........................................ ...................... With a *BOOM* even louder then the start of Khaira's outburst, The arguing factions turn to find Ruthia standing upon the Judges desks, glaring at each of them. In a voice full of cold furier Ruthia says "Sit. Down. Now." Malendor moves himself behind Khaira and places his hands gently on her shoulders and whispers "Please Miss Khaira. Sit." If everyone finally sits back down Ruthia, still standing on the desk, looks at Kheldorn and says "I find you contempt of court Mister Firecam. One more outbusrt and Agudo will soon find himself alone in this court. If you have no SOLID proof that Khaira was in this for the money then I suggest you stick to what you can prove. Do NOT procide to fill the juries heads with you ideas and views, just give them whatever Proof you have! Also is it proven that Kheldar took the money? I have seen no proof. And before you can say I'm being to hard on you, just wait till you see what I do to your counterpart." Ruthia then turns and looks at Myranthor. "I am also close to holding you in contempt Myranthor. If you have an objection, state it swiftly without trying to bring down the prosicution. Thats my job!" With a glare at Khaira Ruthia says "If you speak out one more time Khaira I will personally have you bond and gagged! I've had enough of these stupid outburst!" Ruthia then looks to Star and says. "Unless Kheldorn can come up with solid proof of Kheldar taking the treasure in the next five minutes I am ordering the last part of that statement, as well as this whole outburst, stricken from the records!"
Good Knight 11-06-04, 09:18 PM	Just as the judge was to respond to the legal teams proclamations. The red headed bard shot forth with aloud shout of inflamed words. Causing some people in the court room, to look on with dismay, at Khaira unstable mental state. Yet it was the judge who had the last word in the matter. For she sent pooor Myranthor scampering back to his seat. Bowing to her honor the elder knight walk to the center of the court. “Madam Ruthia your high Honor. Please reconsider my words about the Prosecution showing the Reasons for Khaira guilt. For if you give me time I shall show all how it comes together! In fact I shall give another example" He turned quickly and walked to the middle of the court ignoring the icy look the red headed bard. “Let us consider the emotional state of Khaira! Not just here with that animalistic growl! But back at the moment she fought to the near death! So that she may brake the law and free the murderer Kheldar.” Waving his hand to Starbright he continued. “As the jury just heard from the lips of Starbright and I quote! Our offer, however, was refused. My body shall fall dead first was the reply we received from Lady Khaira. Another fight erupted.” The Prosecutor then repeated those words. “MY BODY SHALL FALL DEAD FIRST” Taking a step closer to Khaira yet looking at the jury. "This is fact! The bard Khaira stated she would not surender as she fought side by side with the murderer Kheldar." Walking away from the unstable bard. The knight returned to Grayleaf. "Will you please give the reason why you say it was Kheldar who took the missing coin from the city. Was there proof? Did someone see him do it? Did wizards and clerics use their power to see into the past at what took place? Was there something left behind that said Kheldar was the thief?"
Drindin 11-07-04, 01:49 AM	Shades fell into a contemplative state. "Hmm... this is getting interesting." Kel, on the other hand, seems moderatley amused at the out break. Krissy simply sat there and remained stoic.
Bonze 11-07-04, 01:27 PM	Heavily I sighed, a rushing wind escaping from my physical incarnation like my soul swiftly slipping away from these terrible, ruthless grounds, aching to find solace in another, more peaceful sanctuary, in which judges and debaters would be more contemplative, pacifists, and not childish adults, each hoping to shout louder than its counterpart. Their violent games left me undisturbed, as I watched them from my detached perspective, unwilling to immerse myself in all this emotional turmoil, preserving the remaining energies of my old, fragile heart for warmer, sweeter moments. Nevertheless, I mourned, deceived, the sinister play being acted in front of my powerless eyes, while, unscrupulous, the corrupted, the tainted Prosecutor immersed, foul, the audience’s mind in a stagnant pool of poisonous venom, of defiled acid, once more ruining any meager chance he could ever had to gain the confidence, the trust of the jury and the assembly. Happily, the vain, arrogant elf couldn’t let such an event unchecked, and promptly answered the Knight’s illegitimate accusations with just and incisive comments, criticizing the Prosecutor’s constant rambling, his eternal pleas, his lies, his long soliloquies he was forbidden to utter, being supposed, simply, to ask questions to the witness. Khaira, too, of course couldn’t extinguish her bulging, vengeful anger, which freely roamed loose, shuffling the audience’s attention, stunning, establishing an uneasy silence’s brief, tyrannical reign over the court. Swiftly, however, the established and severe dictator running this shameful masquerade regained a total, unchallenged dominance over the bloody battleground, her thundering, growling voice stomping down any eventual desire to cackle, to protest, to divert the trial from its general, peaceful, ordered destiny. However, many of her words didn’t fit, shouldn’t have been said, for, while she justly chastised Keldorn, and legitimately tried to moderate Khaira’s disrupting outbursts, despite the discomforting, shocking aggressiveness coloring her threats, the few sentences she had addressed to the defendant were totally unfair. Never did the elvish noble lack any respect for his arrogant, provoking counterpart, and the whole content of his objection, while extensive, had for only purpose to explain, to demonstrate the full extent of Keldorn’s wrongdoings, for all to see and the judge to understand. Prey of her insatiable fury, the polymorphed dragon found useless to listen to the cunning man’s plea, dismissing his intervention entirely, leaving enough place to the prosecutor to babble, to give his own opinion, to directly intervene with the jury and assembly, instead of forcing him to stay focused on his witness. Seeing him, he who called himself, (and probably believed it to be true), righteous, largely grinning at Ruthia scolding Myranthor, continuing his fallacious expositions, I helplessly hook my head, sighing once more, bowing under the terrible weight of all this nonsensical irresponsibility, wondering how, whatever would this trial’s outcome be, the school once again could stand united, its loss fragmenting its most basic foundations. My thumbs and forefingers joined, my gaze concentrated only between the remaining interstice formed by my two hands, I whispered a soft, melancholic call for help, trusting that a caring, loving, sensible friend would hear it. " Septris, weeping sister, Septris, of living beings the healer, Your wounded heart may you open, To our hopes, our utopia forbidden." <Agudo’s institution is in dire trouble. Your presence would be greatly appreciated, my friend, to touch their blinded hearts. I’m waiting for you there.>
Gallic Imalustriel 11-07-04, 01:43 PM	How hilarious! How delicious! How wonderful! How joyful was it to see, that, finally, that vain elf that was my stubborn cousin could be dominated, snapped at by another one, finally having to grovel, to repress his own anger and wounded dignity under a false and hypocritical mask of docile obedience! He who despised humans, who thought elves to be the pinnacle of evolution on Toril, how it must have hurt him to see him and his "friend", as he kept calling her, betrayed, shot down by a fellow member of his tightly-knit community! Me who believed this would be boring, that my only pleasure would've been to testify against Agudo, exposing his many flaws, various times during which he acted against the intemporal vlaues he claimed to believe in right now, I was greatlyr elieved to see that my damned relative, too, would be a target of mockery, an entertaining clown, on this blessed, consecrated day! Grinning fierely, I greedily watched the show, hoping not to lose a piece of it.
Tyrion Grayleaf 11-08-04, 03:07 AM	Kheldar knotted the last bag of gold he could fit under his cloak and sighed deeply. . . This was nowhere near enough gold to make him feel better!!! What a terrible day. . . At least while everything was going to hell outside the castle keep there was no one around to protect the royal vault! An opportunity such as this was one that couldn't be missed! Any way, it was either he took as much of his payment from Messianica as he could, or leave it all for Agudo to take, and Kheldar didn't want that!! As the rogue gone assassin stood up he stretched his arms to ensure all the bags tied inside his cloak were tightly secured. . . None of them fell, but they certainly made his cloak heavy! "Hey! You're not supposed to be in here!!!" Kheldar immediately spun around with a crossbow readied. Lucky for him it was only one of Messianica's men. . . Kheldar decided to spare him, not that it made a lot of difference any way. They were all dead men walking at this point. Instead he fired his bolt just inches above the man's head, then escaped while the guard covered his face like a child. * * * "Will you please give the reason why you say it was Kheldar who took the missing coin from the city. Was there proof? Did someone see him do it? Did wizards and clerics use their power to see into the past at what took place? Was there something left behind that said Kheldar was the thief?" http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongtyrion.gif "Not something, but someone." Despite all the turmoil that had unfolded around him, Tyrion's composure had remained completely unchanged. "One of Messicania's soldiers spotted Kheldar in the treasury. He reported seeing the assassin put gold and assorted valuables into a cloth sack. . . He was very forthcoming with information when we found him. . ." Tyrion had been told the man nearly died of fright when the Soldier's of Light had cornered him in the treasury vault. "I'm sure he can be found if this court wishes to question him. . . According to estimates from the citizens of Hillsfar, at least three quarters of Kheldar's payment from Messianica is unaccounted for." An astonishing amount for a city as large as Hillsfar. "There may have been other looters of course. However, at this time no one else has been reported." Artwork copyright © 2004, Gordon R. Quigley
ruthia 11-08-04, 08:18 AM	Ruthia nods at Star, who writes down what Grayleaf said. Ruthia looks then to Kheldorn and says "Do you have further questions for this witness?"
Khaira 11-08-04, 11:41 AM	With a *BOOM* even louder then the start of Khaira's outburst, The arguing factions turn to find Ruthia standing upon the Judges desks, glaring at each of them. In a voice full of cold furier Ruthia says "Sit. Down. Now." With a grumble, a mutter, and a venomous glare at Keldorn, Khaira resumed her seat, her hands clenched at her side. How she would love to place her soft, smooth hands around Keldorn's throat and squeeze and squeeze...how would his classy array of fancy wear look then? Still, she couldn't afford to make any mistakes...if only she had five minutes...five minutes alone with that perverter of words!!! He turned quickly and walked to the middle of the court ignoring the icy look the red headed bard. “Let us consider the emotional state of Khaira! Not just here with that animalistic growl! But back at the moment she fought to the near death! So that she may brake the law and free the murderer Kheldar.” She just shook her head. It was neither a shaking of the head due to outright denial nor was it a guilty shaking of the head. It was simply a shaking of the head that reflected just how silly she thought Keldorn was playing into this. Like some...damned drama queen. She stares forward at Keldorn, anger and rage reflected in her eyes, but moreso, some form of pity...pity for the arrogant knight's ignorance and blindness.
Good Knight 11-08-04, 11:27 PM	Grayleaf "One of Messicania's soldiers spotted Kheldar in the treasury. He reported seeing the assassin put gold and assorted valuables into a cloth sack. . . He was very forthcoming with information when we found him. . ." Firecam grinned at the answer he got from Grayleaf. Turning he eyed Khaira as she replied the same. He saw the mix of emotions run through her in raged face. That made his grin grow in satisfaction. Dance puppet dance the Prosecutor reflected For Keldorn had hoped, even prayed that Khaira would react in such melodramatic way. Blurting out in the court with such vile anger and emotional hurricane. The bards reaction was so unstable, Firecam honestly thought she would jump over the table and attack him. shame really! For that would have help hang even more her pretty neck with. The only disappointment was that it took her so long to disrupt the court. With a very slight shake of his head, he mused that he must be slipping. For he prided himself on using simple psychology, on even more simpleminded rubes like Khaira. Myranthor the prideful elf was lacking in such schooling. For if had been, he would have warned her long ago, about such tactics of the Prosecution. It was then that her honor Ruthia spoke, bringing the elder knight out of his happy thoughts. Ruthia "Do you have further questions for this witness?" Turning his attention to the court in full. “Yes Madam Ruthia your most honorable judge I do! But first lets us review the key FACT brought to us by Grayleaf. Lets see now, the first Fact is after Kheldar, savior that being Khaira! Who had helped him escape his prison cell They then had together, made there way outside. Then a short time latter battled with Grayleaf and his brave partner Rayak, to further there escape together.” He paused for just a moment. “According to you Grayleaf we have clear proof of Kheldar taking the hefty amount of coin. In your honest and well experienced opinion. Would the path of escape by Kheldar and Khaira. Be in the same direction as the treasury building with the tempting vault?
Khaira 11-09-04, 12:31 AM	The half-enraged bardess rolled her eyes at the absurdity of it all. A lover of Kheldar, a animalistic, emotional state, conspirator with Kheldar in hopes to tap the coffers of Hillsfar...egads, what was next? Myranthor's plaything? The bardess closed her mind to the trial as she pictured more pleasant images: Keldorn falling from a kick to the groin, a slap across his face, tossing him in the mud...and with all that encumbering armor, surely he couldn't get up too fast! She would most certainly have fun with him...She sat with a blank look for a few moments, a sleightly sadistic smile the only cause for belief that the bardess was even there. Under her breath, the bardess mumbled something to herself. "Just don't forget, Keldorn...elves have long, long lives, and they do not forget easily..."
Tyrion Grayleaf 11-09-04, 12:57 AM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongtyrion.gif Tyrion breathed a silent sigh of relief. Here was an opportunity where the truth wouldn't look incriminating to Kharia. "No my lord, The royal treasury is attached to the west side of the castle. Kheldar and Kharia escaped to the east. Kheldar must have made a return trip back to the castle treasury after escaping from us." Tyrion looked over at Kharia. She seemed so miserable. But thankfully, full of anger and energy! It was an odd thing to be thankful about, particularly because Tyrion did not see eye-to-eye with the more chaotic nature of most Elves, and in fact, he usually disproved of it! But he could remember Kharia looking so defeated and without purpose when he and Rayek had arrested her. She had declared she was nothing any more. "Whatever you must do, be done with it. Parade me around the town, if you wish. Pierce my scalp on the end of a spear and raise it above the town. Knock me down, and let the army kick me and stomp over me. Whatever your wish is, let it be done. I am done. I care not, anymore. . ."Tyrion smiled, at least she had her strength back. Artwork copyright © 2004, Gordon R. Quigley
turalisj 11-09-04, 07:27 AM	The half-enraged bardess rolled her eyes at the absurdity of it all. A lover of Kheldar, a animalistic, emotional state, conspirator with Kheldar in hopes to tap the coffers of Hillsfar...egads, what was next? Myranthor's plaything? The bardess closed her mind to the trial as she pictured more pleasant images: Keldorn falling from a kick to the groin, a slap across his face, tossing him in the mud...and with all that encumbering armor, surely he couldn't get up too fast! She would most certainly have fun with him...She sat with a blank look for a few moments, a sleightly sadistic smile the only cause for belief that the bardess was even there. Under her breath, the bardess mumbled something to herself. "Just don't forget, Keldorn...elves have long, long lives, and they do not forget easily..." 'nor do dragons' the shady elf behind kharia thought.
Good Knight 11-10-04, 11:14 AM	Keldorn nodded his head at his fellow knight Grayleaf. “I want to thank you for your honesty Sir Tyrion Grayleaf. For with your forthrightness you made it harder for this Prosecution, to show that greed, was part of the equation of the crime that Khaira is accused of.. The elder knight turned to face the jury. “Yet! By doing so you have helped the Prosecution as well” Holding up a finger to emphasize his point. “For your honesty and excellent reputation, has strengthened your past words” Clapping his hands together once, as if they had just reached the final act. "Mistress Starbright would you please read the second to last testified statement of Grayleaf please.
ruthia 11-11-04, 10:56 AM	Star shook her head, then repeated back. The combat carried on. A combat far greater than anyone had anticipated. Undead wraiths lashed out at us, Kharia's griffon came to her aid. Agudo himself, revived and healthy later joined the battle and engaged Kheldar. In a desperate plan to escape, the assassin turned Hillsfar's archer's against us and arrows rained down from the sky. . . The whole thing was a confusing stalemate as friends and enemies fought and helped one other stay alive so they could survive the day. . . In the end Kharia called for all of us to stop fighting. . . and she. . . . . . she confessed that freeing Kheldar was all her idea. . .
Good Knight 11-11-04, 04:14 PM	With a simple wave of his hand and polite nod of his head to Starbright. The Prosecutor walked a few feet forward. “The KEY FACT in this crime is that Khaira and may I gracefully repeat. She confessed that freeing Kheldar was all her idea.” “I will allow the jury to consider those words as I ask you to indulge in yet another insightful question of knight Grayleaf. “Please tell the court in your wise opinion Sir Tyrion. Was the confession of Khaira. Do to some since of guilt that you saw, or perhaps heard in her voice and mannerisms? If not that then what made her tell truthfully her shocking actions that day?” What of her emotional state at the time? What can you share with us about that?
Tyrion Grayleaf 11-12-04, 12:20 AM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongtyrion.gif Tyrion's brow creased. Was this a question the court would accept his answer to? Could they accept his answer? An opinion was just that, it didn't have any solid evidence behind it and that's what made Tyrion so unsure about himself. . . But he had pledged to be honest with the court, so he would express his most honest answer. "My lord, before I answer your question you must understand that it is impossible to attribute just one reason as to why Kharia confessed her crime to us. . . I sense it was for a number of reasons. . . Yes, I sensed guilt in her, but I believe that guilt was mostly a byproduct of her being uncertain as to whether or not helping Kheldar had been a good choice. It goes without saying, Lady Kharia had put a tremendous amount of faith in the assassin. And as Rayek and I arrested her, I suspect she questioned whether or not Kheldar had deserved the faith she had given him." "Necessity. . . I would attribute that to her confession. Not to protect herself, but to protect her friends. As I explained before, there was a catastrophic melee prior to Lady Kharia's confession. We were fortunate in that there were very few casualties during that combat, however, had Kharia not confessed when she did, I don't doubt there would have been many, many more." "Responsibility. . . Lady Kharia would have known the consequences for her actions. And although Kheldar irresponsibly abandoned her. . . She had enough sense of responsibility, and enough sense of honesty to confess her crime and try to make things right." "That's would I would attribute to her confession my lord. Not bad things like guilt, but good things such as saving her comrades and being responsible." Tyrion was sure that was the right answer! While it was true Kharia had gone against the army of Light and broken the law, she was by no means a horrible monster. Artwork copyright © 2004, Gordon R. Quigley
Good Knight 11-12-04, 02:36 PM	Putting his hands behind his back and nodding his head so that his thick salt and pepper hair waved in unison. He considered the words that had been said. “So it would seem that Khaira went from rage and defiance. Based on Khaira words that she said and I quote My body shall fall dead first After being offered a peaceful surrender by you Tyrion Grayleaf; a fine and honorable knight. To latter after a bloody battle a change of heart creating a possible remorseful state of her actions; do to trusting the Assassin Kheldar and the harm that was coming to her allies. Keldorn Firecam paced a few feet, then stopped and turned with a sly look on his face. “Who was here friends that you say Khaira was protecting? Names and as much details as you know please?
Drindin 11-15-04, 02:43 AM	Shades leaned towards Kulideb, whispering into her ear, softly, and caringly. "How fare you, My Lady? This trial is putting my nerves on end... I don't know if I can bear to watch some one be dragged so low for much longer..."
Evander-Sunstrike 11-15-04, 11:39 AM	Evander contained his composure; whether it was through the divine grace of a forsaken deity, or the gentle hand on his shoulder of his goddess, or taking comfort in seeing his charge being strong and still so full of the fiery energy that he knew her for, Evander didn't stand up and shout his disapproval as Khaira had done, and he didn't make his way to Keldorn and backhand him, as he felt should be done. He sat and watched, somewhat peacefully, even though a turmoil of epic proportions bubbled up inside of him. Egads, this was boring! He'd always hated these trials and all the "proper" etiquette that goes along with it. He much rather preferred bloody battles, battles where you weren't *expected* to think, past what the enemy was going to do next, and whom you were going to protect...but this...this trial was such - such blasphemy! The prosecution would present evidence but then turn the evidence into an opinion from the testimony, which he would then twist around to make the Army of Light look like peace-loving, goody-two shoes, angelic force, while Khaira was the perpetrator, the anarchist, chaos-causing demon who killed everything and everyone without a care in the world!!! While he hadn't seen Khaira in some time before now, he knew that just wasn't the case. Khaira held onto her morals - sometimes, somewhat dangerously... - but he knew that she did what she did because she followed her morals. Slowly, with a degree of sadness, he shook his head, muttering to himself under his breath. "Mielekki of the Forests, my Lady, what is this coming to? What is this world becoming? Corruption, disgrace, anger...it is all overwhelming. Are the animals the only ones who live a relatively peaceful, understanding life? When did good turn into evil, and evil into good? What sense is there to make from this madness? Why...how could a good, moral person like the Lady Khaira, the Singing Minstrel, a person who brought such unyielding joy and happiness into so many people's lives, a person who changes many a life through her fiery determination, be tried for treason? When did following one's own morals, and doing one's best to follow what one's heart tells you lead to this?" How he wanted to get up and leave this horrid, disgusting place! While his face remained the impenetrable rock of stone, the calm expression of unbiased feeling, his eyes belied him. Such disgust and corruption! How long would this drag on? If the prosecution had it their way, we'd all be brainwashed a long time ago...Evander looked towards the sky, the birds flying about, the natural beauty of life, and offered a simple prayer. "May ones such as I, those of free will and of protection, remain vigilant in our mission to retain free will, and to protect that which matters most..."
ruthia 11-15-04, 02:56 PM	Ramoth sits in her chair as Kheldorn goes on and on about how bad Khaira was for freeing Kheldar and how good the srmy of light was to everyone. To all appreanaces she seems to be paying complete attention to everything being said, she even appears to be taking notes. But the other juriors sitting next to her can see the truth of that. Her pencil may be busy, but all she's really doing is drawing a funny picture of Kheldorn wearing a chicken suit............
Tyrion Grayleaf 11-15-04, 10:34 PM	"Today, Rayek, you shall die! As for you Tyrion...do you still side with this fool?" * * * http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongtyrion.gif "I am her friend, my lord, and I was present at the battle." Tyrion pondered over the next name. . . Should he announce it? Although they fought bitterly against each other, Tyrion was sure there had to be some comradely left between the two of them. . . "Rayek was there. . ." Maybe Rayek and Kharia were a lot more a-like than either one would care to admit. In the face of battle they had both been bitter enemies. Winning had been a top priority for both of them. Since then however, Tyrion could see both Kharia and Rayek slowly work at patching up their friendship. "The new Lady of Hillsfar, Lady Kulideb was there who Kharia holds as a close friend. Agudo Archmage was there." Tyrion eyed Agudo were the wizard sat and wondered if it was appropriate to call Kharia his friend. He hadn't spoken to Agudo at all since the wizard's miraculous recovery and Agudo had never approached him. Tyrion had no idea what the wizard thought. "A man named Shades was there, whom Rayek informs me is an excellent swordsman. A young Dragon named Branth was there. A young cleric named Leetah was there. . . There was another who protected Leetah. . ." Tyrion acknowledged the Leonin sitting with all the court's jurors. ". . . But I'm not sure if Kharia knew him then. . . There was also Kharia's Roc, Swift Wing." Tyrion could remember that mighty beast latch onto his arm and pull him up, over the fighting combatants. The Roc had shown incredible intelligence and had been very helpful when Tyrion was in pursuit of Kulideb. . . Which reminded him. "And there was also an outside force present which gave Kulideb the supernatural powers to summon undead wraiths. . . But I have no idea who that was or what it could have been." Artwork copyright © 2004, Gordon R. Quigley
Good Knight 11-16-04, 12:27 AM	Rubbing his smooth chin Keldorn Firecam was intrigued by what he heard, “I must say Sir Grayleaf you are a dynamo of good information. You have clearly defind the admittance of guilt by Khaira. As well as shown her to be working with the enemy of the army of light.” The prim and proper elder knight, tap his foot, as he thought about his next words. Those enemies being Kheldar the assassin and now….Kulideb!” As some in the court room erupted in commotion Firecam held up his hand. “Ladies and gentleman of the court. I know that Kulideb was allowed to be a symbol of balance, in the jury box. To what look like a one sided jury for the army of light. This of course appeased the Defense. Who sought what Myranthor called a fair trail.” Shrugging his shoulders he added. "Yet that was before the Prosecution knew that the protector of Hillsfar Was an eyewitness and possibly a combatant at the scene of the crime.” Turning the judge he spoke clearly but respectfully. “Your high honor. I must request that Kulideb be judicially removed from the jury. And placed as a hostile witness to the Prosecution.”
Drindin 11-16-04, 01:25 AM	Shades Trunin "A man named Shades was there, whom Rayek informs me is an excellent swordsman. " Shades chuckled to himself when he heard this. "You were pretty good as well, Rayek." He mumbles to himself. "And there was also an outside force present which gave Kulideb the supernatural powers to summon undead wraiths. . . But I have no idea who that was or what it could have been." "Hmm..." He seems curious, and slightly confused at this. "I remember this... but... I only know of one person who might have done that..." He mumbles once more. “Your high honor. I must request that Kulideb be judicially removed from the jury. And placed as a hostile witness to the Prosecution.” Shades stands. "Your honor. If Kulideb it to be removed for bias... then I request that I be aswell, for I must admit... I am also biased against the army of light." Krissy Trunin "A man named Shades was there, whom Rayek informs me is an excellent swordsman. " Krissy chuckled at this. "My uncle always impressed me with his skills using swords." "And there was also an outside force present which gave Kulideb the supernatural powers to summon undead wraiths. . . But I have no idea who that was or what it could have been." Krissy knew who had done this. She said but one word... "Drindin..."
kulideb 11-17-04, 05:07 AM	The blond elf smiled at Shades, and wondered if he could see the picture that Ramoth is drawing. "I'm fine..but I will be glade when this is all over." she reached over and sliped her hand into his. Kulideb shifted uneasily in her seat as Tyrion named her, she had known it would come out but had hoped it would be just past over, she wished she could remember more about what had happened when Drindin had taken over her body during the battle, but it was a bit like looking through frosted glass, she could clearly remember the before and after though. The elf was drawn from her thoughts as she heard Keldorn Firecam voice speak out, by Mask! she was starting to really dislike the Prosecution. One slender hand went to her locket while the other gripped a little tighter at Shades's hand, only pulling free when Shades stood up. "No, you must stay..please." She hissed in a whisper to the man who had stood at her side through some very difficult times.
Myranthor 11-17-04, 10:10 AM	The defense calmly stood up, its height and confident demeanor casting an intimidating shadow over the Prosecution's febrile, imprecise activity, its behavior any saw as either frenzied or panicked, and spoke its mind in a clear, yet vehement voice : " The composition of this jury seems to be made not only of detached characters, but also of friends and peers. While the Prosecution thought it worthwile to mention Kulideb's presence in the box, Kulideb who knows both the accused and the plaintiff, who knows what happened by being one of the main actors of the scene we're today trying to understand, it didn't deem important to mention the presence of two other jurors, Voll and Bonze. While the former is a knight, and thus shares many ideals with the militaristic Army of Light and maybe even a strong brotherly link with other "valiant" warriors, the latter knew nothing of Lady Khaira Amastacia prior to this trial. In fact, he was only known by Agudo himself, and it is by that same Agudo, the plaintiff, that he was invited as a juror. Those two jurors also could tilt the jury's balance on the prosecution's side. In the light of this composition of the jury, the Defense believes it is appropriate to have Kulideb remain there, simply to balance the other nominations. Your honor, it is also true, according to Tyrio's words, that Kulideb assisted to the scene, but this doesn't affect, in any way, her objectivity. She didn,t fight by herself : it has been said that an outside force used her as a link to our world. Furthermore, particularly in this trial, where both lawyers seem to lack a proper respect for protocol, and where some interrogation tactics are apparently disapproved of, an eyewitness in the jury's box may very well help the other jurors see the light in this affair, because she will be unbiased by any of the parties presenting their views of the problem. She can explain and share what realy happened, and not only what some wants to show to the rest of the jury."
ruthia 11-17-04, 10:22 AM	Ruthia looks back and forth for a minute before speaking. "In view of everything that has gone on with this circus of a trail, and the fact that Myranthor seems to have explained it rather well, I think Kulideb should stay a Jurior and be called as a witness. And before you open your big fat mouth to object Kheldorn, keep in mind you get to question her first. And are you done with Greyleaf? If so, Myranthor do you have any questions for the current witness?"
Good Knight 11-17-04, 12:45 PM	Letting his right hand wave to his side, as he gave a respectful bow the judge Keldorn nodded in agreement. “As long as a compromise has been found, I see no reason to protest the logic of the court. It is best that Kulideb be questioned soon though.” Then moving closer he added more quietly, with a gleam in his eye. “I believe we need a ten minute time out. For I would speak with you lady judge, in the private confines of your tent. Nonchalantly pointing at the sun elf. Myranthor should be there of course “The subject should not be overheard by the jury or those in the audience.”
ruthia 11-17-04, 01:59 PM	Ruthia sighs "Fine Kheldorn, whatever." Ruthia stands and looks at the court area. "I call a ten minute recess." With that she stands and heads to her tent before anyone can follow her. She stops just outside of it and waits for them to catch up.
Drindin 11-17-04, 08:40 PM	Shades sighs when Ruthia allows Kulideb to stay, and sits next to her again, retaking her hand. "Don't worry... doesn't look like either of us will be going very soon." He looks over at her for a moment. "I had suspected this during the fight... but it slipped my mind afterwards. But... how were those undead summoned any ways? Are my suspicions true? Was it my... my brother?"
Khaira 11-17-04, 11:26 PM	Khaira looked to Rayek patiently as she waited for him to come to one side, and for Tyrion to step down from the witness side, and come to her side. She could just as well arise and walk herself out, though there may be some dissent about that...hm...there may be dissent...the bardess smirked, and stood up, inclining her head to look, with a mischevious interest, at the crowd. She glanced at Evander, and she smiled, nodded, and walked into the aisle, away from the constraining table and chair of the defendant. She looked at Rayek. "I'd like to go back to my tent, if only for a short moment. I need some time to gather my thoughts together. You'd better escort me, though; you know, I just might vanish into thin air." Her voice was not mocking yet, but her eyes showed, if for but a moment, a restlessness all to known to her comrades Meanwhile, the man in black smiles a sinister smile and, arising from the crowd, taps his head in what appears to be thought, but is clearly something more sadistic. Moving out of the trial area, he dissapears through the masses of Army tents, and is gone....
Tyrion Grayleaf 11-17-04, 11:56 PM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongtyrion.gif "I was hoping that you were past being cynical with us, my lady." There was obvious disappointment in Tyrion's voice as he approached Kharia and Rayek. In all actuality, the Elven knight had been planning on asking Kharia if he could escort her to anywhere. That way it could have been done with at least some measure of dignity. Never the less, his intentions were still to help Kharia get to wherever she wanted to go. "To your tent? Of course, lead the way. Rayek are you coming?" Artwork copyright © 2004, Gordon R. Quigley
Rayek 11-18-04, 12:09 AM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongrayek.gif "No." Rayek eyes narrowed as he kept a steady gaze towards the disassembling audience. ". . .I'm presently needed elsewhere. I'll catch up with you two later." Then, without saying another word, Rayek was gone; discreetly making his way towards where the man in black had vanished. Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley
Khaira 11-18-04, 01:29 AM	Weaving in between and around tents, the man in black was like some shadow of death, avoiding various guards, hiding in shadows when avoiding them was not possible, and smiling and nodding innocently when he did encounter one. Finally, the man reached a secluded place. He smiled, nodded, and closed his eyes for but a moment... "Yes, my lord. All goes well. Very well, my lord. Yes... The man pauses, nods, and actually chuckles. It is not a pleasant chuckle; it is a chuckle full of conniving, horrid, deathly intentions. "It does not go well for the target, my lord. Yes... she's now cooperative with the law. Been berated many times. I am confident that the sword shall follow her supple, pretty neck. There are only a handful of supporters in a sea of those who wish to see her punished. A pity, too...such a lovely little elf." Again, he paused, and again he appeared to be...listening. Then he spoke, softer. "Lord, I shall grant ye a full report soon enough...this is only a small break and, if I had to guess, only the beginning." He straightened up as a guard rounded the corner. Bowing and smiling, he greeted the guard. "A pleasurable morning to thee, my lord. May blessed Tyr bless your life with truth, honor, and justice." He continued to smile as the guard rounded the corner. Whew...that was close. Sadistically, he rubbed his hands together. The foolish bardess was going to die. Whether through the executioner or an "accidental"' food poisioning, she would die. Clucking softly, he chuckled, and spoke softly to himself once more. "Oh, my dear and precious lady elf...a wrong day it was for you to cross blades with my Lord, Captain of Hillsfarians...'tis a pity. You would've made a good harem servant." Chuckling again, he rounded the corner of one of the tents, heading back to the trial area. Khaira SHe looked to Tyrion, and shook her head. "It is a complicated thing, my mind. No, Tyrion, I think you are mistaken. It is not you that I am being cynical with but...well, never mind. It's not important. But...well...if you know me like you do, you'd know what source of dissent my cynicalism is derived from..." Without another word, Khaira bowed and began walking, but paused near Evander. She placed her hands upon his shoulders, smiling softly, her forehead bowing to touch with his, whilst she whispered to him. "I take pleasure in knowing that not all are against me, my dear protector. Yet, I must plead you...do not do anything brash. This must play out unto the end...even if my life is the end." As Khaira continued walking, Evander shook his head, confused. Let this play out? Let her DIE? He could not do that, could not live with that knowledge, with that guilt for the remainder of his life. And what did she mean, brash? Still, he would abide by her wishes...within reason...looking around, the Elven Protector noticed one thing...the suspicious gentleman, the man in blank...he was nowhere to be seen. Where was he?! With a quickened pace, Evander practically raced past Khaira and Tyrion, past even Rayek, jogging through the series of tents, guards and people...he hadn't like that man...particularly when he had sneered at Khaira when she'd been reprimanded. Khaira, meanwhile, only chanced a glance at Gene before continuing towards her tent.
Rayek 11-18-04, 03:36 AM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongrayek.gif Rayek staggered back as he watched Evander come racing towards him and then buzz right past him and in-between two supply tents. The cloaked archer then turned around and resumed watching the knight protector until the man darted around an other corner and pressed deeper into the vast encampment. With the elven knight out of sight, all Rayek could make out was the distinct rustling of his finely crafted chainman clamour against his bustling legs. After another two breaths however, Rayek heard nothing. . .just the common commotion of the men and women who had shown up for the trial. Turning back around again, Rayek resumed his trip back towards Tyrion and Kharia. Perhaps the fleeting knight was making his way towards were Rayek himself had just been. Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley
Tyrion Grayleaf 11-18-04, 04:24 AM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongtyrion.gif Tyrion scratched his long blond hair. None of what Kharia had told him made much sense to him. But he had understood her message behind those words, and that made him cheer up and look forward. "I'm sorry my lady. I was too quick to judge you, I must have mistaken something about your nature as offensive where no offense was intended." Tyrion thought that was the jest of what Kharia had told him. When he looked at Kharia he found her with another Elven Knight. Evander Sunstrike. Tyrion had heard stories of this knight traveling from Agudo's school with a group of students. . . mostly from the students themselves who sung the tale more often than spoke it. Tyrion had also heard that Evander hailed from the same knightly order that he was a part of, which made him feel a strong sense of comradery towards the Elf, particularly more so because Elves were rare in the order which was mostly dominated by Humans and Dwarves. Kharia suddenly walked past the Elven Protector and Tyrion followed. Perhaps if Kharia had not meant to offend him offering her his arm would be a more suitable way to escort her. Tyrion would have done it to if not for Evander's sudden flight away from them! Evander dashed right past them and in the moment Tyrion's arm raced towards his sword rather than Kharia's side. . . . But Tyrion didn't see anything. . . No immediate threat. . . Setting himself at ease, Tyrion spotted Rayek coming towards him. The Elven archer was as calm and collected as ever, he carried one of his notes with him. A note to Agudo! . . That put a frown on Tyrion's face. . . Rayek's last note to Agudo came just prior to the calamity he had been describing in the court room. . . Hopefully this new note wasn't another sign of bad things to come. . . Maybe Kharia knew something of the situation. "My lady, do you know what that was about?" Artwork copyright © 2004, Gordon R. Quigley
Khaira 11-18-04, 09:29 AM	Khaira looked to Tyrion and a flourishing bow followed by a soft, meaningful smile followed. "I appreciate your trust in me, friend Tyrion. Do not be sorry, Tyrion...I am the enemy, and the enemy is meant to be judged and analyzed. Do not appologize for doing your duty." Khaira actually appeared to be shocked as Evander raced past her and Tyrion, Rayek, and the rest of the crowd, to dissapear among a couple of tents, as he went deeper into the depths of the camp. "My lady, do you know what that was about?" A troubled, disturbed look came into her eyes as she continued to stare after Evander's hurried pace. She looked to Tyrion as a cold shiver ran up her spine. It had suddenly gotten very cold. In a soft voice, she spoke to Tyrion, but more than her words, the look in her eyes saying more than even her words. It was a look never seen before on the happy-go-lucky bardess: Khaira was scared. "Tyrion, please...stay close. I don't know what's going on but...well...I've known Evander for a long time. He adventured with me and protected me, bless his soul, even before I met Agudo. Just know that... whenever Evander chases after somebody, it is something serious. Something very serious...something life threatening...he possesses an incredible insight. I don't know who or what has caused such a drastic change in my old adventuring comrade, but one thing I do know...it means something bad. I only hope it isn't something too bad..." Again, she looked to Tyrion, and she rubbed her arms, attempting to renew the warmth of blood that had been lost due to the numbing fear. She spoke in her normal voice, still, though, tainted by a hint of fear. "I must ask that you and Rayek stay close and continue your vigilant watch. Does it seem to you, Tyrion, that thigns are going wrong all too often just to be coincidence? The attack I suffered before the trial started, the explosion just a short while ago from whatever was going on... If it still is legal, Tyrion, I'd like to hurry back to my tent..." As Khaira waited for Tyrion (and Rayek?) to be ready to escort her to the tent, she closed her eyes, sighing softly to herself.This was getting too weird...first all of these messages, and being drawn into the past to hear about Jhelana and her family...Evander showing up out of nowhere...and Evander all of a sudden racing off...there were a thousand possibilities. With her eyes closed, she muttered to herself. "Shall I ever recover from my past? Will the knowledge of my past follow me for the remainder of my life?"
Agudo Archmage 11-18-04, 02:13 PM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongagudo.gif Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley Standing up and stretching his stiff legs, the Wizard of Light. Smiled as a young lad brought Agudo a cup of spiced tea. “Thank you Timothy, your fast on your way to Knighthood Im sure.” The boy’s eyes lit up at the thought for he had been a squire for only a few days. Yet like all dreamers they so longed for that fable of hope to come true. As Timothy scampered of Agudo took a sip of the steaming drink. Then pondered the turn of events. …..Oo… I knew Kulideb would be controversial….yet….I just know she the right person for the jury…..She must be allowed to aid Khaira……Oo Shaking his head as he took a longer sip of the hot tea. …Oo….Who knew that it would turn out like this though….I should have foreseen that Kuli would ….have been ….been…Cursed by my spell….But why didn’t I ?….
Myranthor 11-18-04, 06:55 PM	Sighing, I walked away form the court to Ruthia's tent, wondering what the Prosecutor could want now. Happily, I noticed he allowed, with his badly timed intervention, the jury to take distances from Tyrion's testimony, which would help clear their mind for my counter-interrogation. The Judge,s headquarters, however, still remained free of the knight's disturbing presence.
Rayek 11-18-04, 09:22 PM	". . .Shall I ever recover from my past? Will the knowledge of my past follow me for the remainder of my life? . . ." http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongrayek.gif "Heh." Rayek cracked a smile, as he approached his blond friend and his red haired charge. "They say worrying about the past is like walking on a gnomish treadmill. It takes up a lot of time and effort, and in the end, gets you nowhere." The tall elf then continued to walk past the two elves and made his way towards Agudo's tent. From there, he passed a folded note over to a small boy and then walked away, back towards his friends. "You're reputation precedes you my Lady. I appears all sorts of characters from across Fauren have gathered to see you." Rayek nudged Tyrion forward and began to escort Kharia to her tent. Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley
Khaira 11-18-04, 09:59 PM	Khaira looked to Rayek...a gnomish treadmill? What was he talking about? Damn, Rayek was like a ghost sometimes. Gone one instant, there the next. You never knew what to expect out of him...whether he was going to offer consolotion, reprimand, or both. He was unpredictable like...like her. Maybe that was why he drove her crazy... "It is not my past I worry about, Rayek...it is individuals from my past that I worry about." She shuddered even as she thought about it. There were definitely some scary people who had come after her in the past....She gazed at Rayek again as he began to speak of her reputation. What was her reputation? A criminal? "You're reputation precedes you my Lady. I appears all sorts of characters from across Fauren have gathered to see you." Damn it! So cryptic, all the time! Why couldn't he just be straight forward? She stopped, stared at Rayek. Reputation was not always a good thing...in fact, in her current condition with no weapons, it was a very, very bad thing. There were too many...never mind that. She jsut stared at Rayek, as if some form of shock was settling into her soul. Her voice was soft and possessed a lack of emotion, but a deepening fear as well. "Rayek...what do you mean by 'all sorts of characters'? I ... don't like the sound of that." Khaira suddenly missed her weapons; her swords, her bow. The comforting grip of them, the feeling that there was something in your hands to stave off the blasted nightmares, the feeling that you were in control. But she didn't have them now; she didn't have control. "I pray that I can grasp the extensions of my arms again soon...I am too naked without them. Especially now..." Quickly, so fast that she was almost running, Khaira was heading for her tent. Evander Meanwhile, Evander was racing through the tents, dodging soldiers, commoners, and the occassional child. "My appologies, miss! Excuse me, sir, in a hurry! Whoa, little one!" Evander jumped straight over a kid, skid around a woman and a man, and continued racing. In fact, he was running so fast, he didn't see the black man as he ran into him. The black man was knocked aside so quickly he didn't even know what had hit him. Evander walked over to the man, and picked him up by the scruff of the neck. "And just where do you think you're going, you little devil?" "Going? Going? Where would I go, y'big lump of metal? Now, put me down. My master will skin your..." He didn't even listen. He was the raging berserker again; the insane, madly insane, protector of Khaira. Who cared how many injuries he sustained. No amount of arrows could bring him down. And roughly, he slammed the man against the ground and, still holding him, raised him up again in one hand. His eyes raged red as he stared at the little man. "Ow, ow, that hurt! Dammit, put me down, you big, stupid...." Again he slammed the little man down. Again. And again. And again and again. His free hand comes as a blur and connected to the little, scrawny man's nose. "I ask you one more time...where were you going?" "Owwww! Quit beating me up..." Once more, the man got slammed to the ground. In fact, Evander's knees were getting sore from slamming him down so many times. "OWWW! Damn you! Quit harassing me! GUARDS, GUARDS!" With a primordial sized growl, Evander threw the man down, against one of the tents and stalked away....
??? 11-19-04, 05:18 AM	Six or seven feet in the air, above where a disgruntled knight was abandoning the crippled bulk of a darkly dressed man, an aura a inky blackness began to emanate subtly. Within a few seconds, the twilight distortion tore open into a shimmering black portal; only large enough for the slender form a deeply tanned woman to poke her head, arms, and torso out of. http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongmazenda.gif The woman was an unsettling sight to say the least. Incandescent eyes with burning red irises created an unsettling presence of foreboding along the woman's otherwise pleasurable face. Black hair, that looked more like silk, cascaded down along her cheeks, neck, and shoulders, and hung freely in the open air as the woman remained suspended half way through her elevated portal. Crimson tattoos of triangular and spiral-like shapes decorated almost every area of her body, and rather than clothes, the woman donned a shroud of slithering chains which all ended in either a barded hook, blade, or iron ball. "Well. . .What have we here?" Suddenly, a long chain burst forth from the woman's attire and wrapped itself securely along the darkly clad man's leg. The chain then hoisted the man up into the air and brought him closer towards the curious she-devil. "Eris? Is that you?" The chain devil began shaking the man back and forth playfully, but after it became apparent he wasn't who she was searching for, she dumped him back on the ground and released a heavy sighed. "Hmmm. . .I guess not. . .Dammit. . .I wonder where she is? I hope that kid's having more luck locating her than I am." With that, the woman sunk back into her portal and was gone. Off in the distance, the sound of pounding footsteps could be heard drawing closer to where the man now laid sprawled across the ground. Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley
Voll 11-19-04, 06:39 AM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portvoll.gif The pounding became louder and louder until finally Voll burst from around a corner and came screeching to a halt, kicking up vast amounts of dirt and debris in the process. "AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH! MY GOOD MAN! VHAT IN ZA HOLY NAME OF TORM HAS HAPPENED TO YOU!?!?!" Voll dived to the man's side and checked his pulse. Fortunately, it was still there. Voll let out a sigh of relief and took up the injured fellow in his big burly arms. "I heard you're pleading screams my good man. I am sorry zhat I could not get to you sooner!" Tears large enough to most fill shooter glasses erupted from the mighty Demon Slayer as the guilt of having failed to help his fellow man sooner washed over him. "But rest easy good sir! *sniff* For I promise. . .*SNIFF*. . .UPON MY LITTLE BUDDIES DYING GRAVE. . .Zhat I shall avenge you! I SHALL AVENGE YOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUU- *SNNNNNNIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII IIIIFFFFFFFF*" Voll's nostrils flared up as he took a deep whiff of the surrounding air. The Demon slayer then became very quiet. Then, suddenly, his arms began twitching. Next, his whole torso began rattling. Soon, his entire body was overcome with a violent spasms and shakings! "I smell. . .za lingering presence . . .of . . . . .a. . . . . . . . DEMON!!!" The rowdy giant then takes up his large bastard sword and begins running around indiscriminately, trying to pick up the demon’s scent again. . . Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley
Good Knight 11-19-04, 03:25 PM	Entering the tent, the elder knight nodded politely at his counterparts in this judicial game. That being Myranthor the haughty elf, and her temperamental white dragon self, in human form, Ruthia. He gingerly walks up to a near by table that held a pitcher of water, with few tall goblets. Filling parched Firecam calmly pored himself some. Then as if thinking better of it, he looked at his refreshment. Keldorn gently swirled the goblet watching the liquid circle about. Almost lost in a thought he did not speak for a long time. But after a moment he snap out of his musing and spoke to them both. “Did you ever wonder why Khaira is still a live?” The pepper gray haired knight, let that question hang in the air for a second, before going on “I am sure without a doubt young Myranthor and Mistress Ruthia. You both have seen my army camp, of ten thousands that lays about this impromptu court of ours” The knights marching about and that blasting of horn revelry, in the wee hours of the morning would be hint enough.” He smirks. “Yet once again I ask you why do you think Khaira still alive? Instead of hanging dead by a rope at my hand!” This time he waited for there reply, yet as he did Keldorn took out a note with his free hand
Khaira 11-19-04, 11:04 PM	Evander Finally, Evander reached the trial area once again. Gods, was he drained! Who the hell was that man? Who did he think he is? Who employed him? His hawk-like gaze would definitely remain upon him throughout the trial...Evander stopped, a chill running down his spine, a s reverberating shout echoed throughout the camp. za lingering presence . . .of . . . . .a. . . . . . . . DEMON!!!" Uh-oh...that couldn't be good...his bow out, Evander began jogging through the mass of tents, hoping to find the source of the shouting... Man in Black Just as he was getting up, he heard a voice, followed by a beautiful voice...or was it? As the chains wrapped him, the voice spoke a foreign name. What? Who was that? The hell was this woman talking about?! Then, just like that, she threw him down...and she was gone...the man froze. Why did they all target him! Clearly, he hadn't been THAT obvious! He froze even moreso as Voll neared him, and he cringed. Three beatings in a day...he sure was lucky...but then the giant of a man had begun ranting and raving about demons and vengeance and...was everyone crazy?!With a sudden energy, the man was up, waving his hands, fear in his eyes. "No, no, good lord...no, I am no demon..ha ha...you are mistaken...my good lord?" Apparently, his words fell on deaf ears as Voll continued to stalk the supposed demon... Khaira Finally, they were there, at her tent...she looked to Tyrion and Rayek...she felt like she had to say something. Perhaps, tell them the truth of what she had done. But, would they understand...? Or would they turn it against her? NEver mind! It was too late for that. Looking to Tyrion and Rayek, the bardess suddenly looked very very tired... "Lords Tyrion...Rayek...there's something I want to say...something I've been meaning to say...but I must ask that, for this moment, we speak as friends and not...as prisoner and escort...as friends again, even for but a moment..." The Khaira met each of their eyes separately, together, and separately again. There was no mistaking what was in the bardess' eyes now, for amid the jokes the chides, the music, the dancing, it was not something often reflected within the windows to her soul. It was...sincerity. It was a somber sincerity to, even if so late in her life, let go...to let go of the past.
Rayek 11-20-04, 01:56 AM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongrayek.gif Rayek leaned against one of the beams close to the entrance to the bardess' shelter, poking his head outside the tent every now and then as if expecting to see visitor. However, after several minutes of no one arriving, the elf let out a frustrated huff and abandoned the beam, walking closer to Kharia’s side. It was at this moment that the beautiful bardess' began talking. "Lords Tyrion...Rayek...there's something I want to say...something I've been meaning to say...but I must ask that, for this moment, we speak as friends and not...as prisoner and escort...as friends again, even for but a moment..." Rayek stopped. Frowning, the cloaked elf folded his arms, narrowed his eyes, and spoke in tones that were coated with ice. "Ever since the beginning of this trial I've been talking to you as a friend. . ." Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley
Tyrion Grayleaf 11-20-04, 05:51 AM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongtyrion.gif Tyrion closed his eyes and gave a silent nod. "He's worried about you my lady. . . That's part of the reason why he's like this. Can you not sense it?" Tyrion walked to the other side of the tent, opposite Rayek. "Although we've been assigned the task of being your escort, you need not request that we speak as friends. Please my lady Kharia, I would not wish to speak to you any other way. I. ." Tyrion suddenly stopped. He wanted to say something more, but he wasn't sure if it would be considered unchivalrously rude to say it. ". . . Forgive me for prying my lady, but it appeared to me that you were about to share something with us, and then changed your mind. . ." This was rude! Tyrion could feel it. If a lady decided not to share something with somebody then it meant it was her own business and nobody had the right to ask about it! . . But would it relieve any pressure off her? ". . . What. . . was it you were going to say?" Artwork copyright © 2004, Gordon R. Quigley
kulideb 11-20-04, 07:08 AM	The elf was ready for a break, the seats were a little on the hard side she thought. She stood and walked over to Shades. "I'm glad we can both stay on, lets walk and stretch our legs a little." The court area was starting to empty.
Drindin 11-20-04, 01:31 PM	Shades smiled. "A walk would be a welcome break from the monotony of this court and firecam's accusations." He rose, offering Kulideb his arm, and walking out of the Jury box as soon as she takes it.
Khaira 11-20-04, 01:43 PM	Khaira's body bowed in a flourishing, yet respectfully humble bow, her head bowing low also, to compliment her lithe body. Her voice, for once, was...somber. It held neither anger nor overjoyment merely...solemnity. Had she really sounded that...insulting? "Forgive me my...friends." "Ever since the beginning of this trial I've been talking to you as a friend. . ." "I'm...I'm sorry, Rayek...I didn't mean for it to sound like that...my words are coming out unbidden, all wrong..." ". . . That's part of the reason why he's like this. Can you not sense it?" Khaira smiled at that; she was too focused on other things at this time. "Come now, Tyrion...I'm a bull-headed bardess who can't sense some of the most obvious things if they bopped me on the head. Sometimes too bull-headed for my own good..." ". . . What. . . was it you were going to say?" Khaira sighed; this was going to come out sounding all wrong! She wasn't used to this sentimental, mush-a-mush talk. She raised her head, nodding, slowly, to Tyrion. They had to understand. They just had to... "Yes Tyrion, Rayek...there is. There is something I need to tell you. Please...listen carefully. This may be the last time we three can be together like this. It may be the last time you see me before ... whatever happens. If that wasn't the truth...how short this life, how deprived. She was surprised Keldorn hadn't slayed her yet, for being the "anarchal demon" that she was. After a short breath, Khaira continued slowly, deliberately, trying her best to find the right words. Before I speak my mind, Tyrion and Rayek, I want you to know that these are not the words of a prisoner speaking in vain attempts to poison the minds of two members of the Army of Light. These words are mine, the words of Khaira Amastacia to two friends." "I've heard the whispers...I've heard the audience's confusion as clear as if they were slapping me in the face. They don't know why I helped him...they don't know why I betrayed ... him." How long would it be before she could say their names...either of them? "I don't know if I can explain this...there are no words, even in the language of the fey, to express the sentiments of the heart. The traitor of Agudo...the murderer, as so many dub him...I knew him once. He was a good person, as I remember. He was ... a good friend. When I saw him in the cell, what I saw was not Kheldar, but - believe me or not - a friend and, for a moment, a reflection of myself. I could have changed him, you know? I could have helped him remember..." SHe clenched her fists; dammit all! Damn her foolishness! "When we met in the courtyard, Rayek, Tyrion...I told you my body would fall dead before I surrendered. You told me, Rayek, that I brought this upon myself. And so I did. I had to try, you understand...I had to fight for him...I had to rescue him, because I knew I could have changed him...helped him...maybe I was under some kind of spell...my own naivety." Khaira paused; she saved him, and he had run off. No, that couldn't be right. She had saved him, and provided for his escape...still...had it been for nothing? "I just want you - the both of you - to know that, whether you believe it or not, as that is up to your free will, what I did was not in defiance of you nor in traitorous actions against Agudo. Tyrion, remember when you told me that...you fight for what is right? So was I ... take that, or don't. I was trying to follow my heart and, though it led me to this point, I did what I thought was right.I cannot do things any other way; call me a hopeless romantic or an insane psychopath or an unpredictable crazy...it won't change who I am nor what I do." She sighed again. It was coming out all wrong! It was hopeless; how could she tell them how she felt? There were no words, no ways to express it enough. "Dammit all...my words have chosen to be inept, like usual. I just can't seem to explain anything tonight..." She looked, well, almost hopefully at Tyrion and Rayek. Did they understand? Had she made any sense? "And before you say it...yes, I know that you both may be forced to use everything that I have just said against me, the accused. But I had to tell you - or at least try, since I don't know if I made any sense. Sometimes I confused myself, after all. But, if you are forced to use this conversation in Keldorn's favor in court...I will not hold it against you, either of you. We, each of us, do only what we are meant to do, the Gods permitting..."
kulideb 11-21-04, 06:27 AM	The little elf took Shades arm. "It was Drindin." she said softly, "He helped me a great deal..before you came along." She hoped that Shades wouldnt be to upset with her for not telling him about this earlier.
Drindin 11-21-04, 12:54 PM	Shades simply smiled. "I thought so. Thank you for telling me." He felt comforted, almost secure, in the knowledge that he was near Kulideb, keeping her from harms way, as was always his duty that he appointed himself. He felt very deeply for her.
ruthia 11-21-04, 05:07 PM	Ruthia watches Kheldorn closely as he goes into yet another one of his long winded speeches. With a sigh she sits on one of the chairs in the room and looks at him. With an odd expression on her face she say to both him and Myranthor "Want to know something? I don't really care why she's still alive." She crosses her legs in front of her and places her hands on her knees. With a glance at both of them she then says quietly "Personaly I'm sick and tired of all of it. Both sides did wrong, BOTH sides are at fault wether you care to admit it or not. To me, this just seems like a personal vadiate between Agudo and Messianica that to many people got caught up in. I'm at the point were I have heard so much bull from both sides that I really could careless about your reasons behind all this."
Myranthor 11-21-04, 05:44 PM	My atrophied arms crossed over my chest, an icy gaze darted at Keldorn's ridiculous expression, so grim it would've killed him, would it have been a amgical bolt of lightning I sadly couldn't summon into our material reality without the proper components, I had awaited Ruthia's answer, hoping she would snap out of sense, force him to tell what was on his mind or, better, rush to him, sink in his protruding belly a violent, clawed hand, drawing to her his bloody intestines, leaving them to disgustingly rot on the ground, next to his pathetic and helpless body. Needless to say, I was tremendously deceived. Nevertheless, I guessed I'd have to open to the Prosecutor, now. "What are you trying to say, now?' I said, each word carefully detached from its immediate sibling, in a obviously exasperated tone.
Voll 11-21-04, 09:47 PM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portvoll.gif Kitties are extra Fuzzy Mew mew mew "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH HHH!" Voll came stampeding down the encampment, his tremendous bastard sword stationed high in the air as if he were chasing down some unseen nemesis. "DEMONS!!! Running amuck in zee encampment! Zhey're hiding! I can SMELL ZHEM!" Voll continued dashing all over the place, yelling at the top of his lungs. It was a wonder that he hadn't trampled over anyone yet. "If you happen to see one vithin za vicinity, start running around in circles vhile screaming and vagging your arms vildly! Zhat vay I vill know vhere to find zhese demonic intruders and SLAY ZHEM!!!" Rounding another corner, the inevitable happened. Voll slammed face first into a beautiful elven damsel and her battle-hardened human companion! The Demon Slayer stumbled off his feet, crashed into the dirt path beneath him, and skid along the path for about six or seven feet before finally grinding to a halt. Voll then dizzily picked himself up and looked over to see if two he had collided into were okay. Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley
Voll 11-21-04, 09:49 PM	(( Oops! :embarrass ))
malik21 11-21-04, 10:08 PM	As Voll's yell rang through the air. Malik yet again jumped up. How many demons could there be at this trial!! Considering it was an army of light you would think there would be none,but it is obvious that their security is extremely low and quite useless. There could be a murder here and they wouldnt know about until the end of the trial! Malik thinks to himself with a slight chuckle and a hint of a smile.
Good Knight 11-22-04, 02:02 AM	See below for my post and ignor the curse of the double post :embarrass
Good Knight 11-22-04, 02:09 AM	Ruthia "Want to know something? I don't really care why she's still alive." She crosses her legs in front of her and places her hands on her knees. With a glance at both of them she then says quietly "Personally I'm sick and tired of all of it. Both sides did wrong, BOTH sides are at fault whether you care to admit it or not. To me, this just seems like a personal validate between Agudo and Messianica that to many people got caught up in. I'm at the point were I have heard so much bull from both sides that I really could careless about your reasons behind all this." Lord Keldorn Firecam was pleasantly surprised, by the arrogant dragon’s response. In fact so much so that the expression on the elder statesmen face, was like a person who just received a gift. Glancing down at his goblet to recover and ponder those words. When at that moment his counterpart Myranthor, let lose with his elvin kinds well-known haughty persona. Myranthor "What are you trying to say, now?' I said, each word carefully detached from its immediate sibling, in a obviously exasperated tone. With a clever grin at both, Firecam gladly responded. “I must say Mistress Ruthia, you’re response was refreshing. For you see, after finding out about your pre trail drink; with the star of this theatrical play that being the accused Khaira. And your less than unbiased attitude towards the prosecution.’ He takes a shallow bow. “Myself! Never missing a chance by Myranthor protests, to pounce upon the slightest observation that I may make. That would lead any logical person, to an obvious conclusion Khaira guilt. Or offer your quick acid appraisal Ruthia, of my otherwise handsome face.” Keldorn smirks “Not that I haven’t heard worse! From every evil wizard and overgrown fire breathing Lizard That swore vengeance, just before I have righteously slay them, for terrorizing the goodly people of the realm.” He eyes Ruthia at that moment. “Why one would get the impression Ruthia that this was personal As if you had something against me!” Still holding the note, he rubbed the hilt of his sheathed, decretive knife with it. But that couldn’t be it could it? Putting down the goblet he walked closer to her “ No not even you would sabotage this trail over something so petty as a personal grudge. The answer is simple, you do care! You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t” Be it for Agudo or that treacherous Khaira! Crossing his arms he shook his head. ”Who knows? Perhaps like most dragons, you seek to dabble in mortal affaires. In any case, it really does not matter. I will answer my question that you all need to know more clearly. This is a military situation. There is no civil authority left in hillsfar. Let alone some simplistic court of the people. My army has conquered this land, and in doing so, became the only legitimate authority here.” Letting out a long sigh he continued. “As stated in court, Khaira was caught by Grayleaf and Rayek fleeing with the prisoner Kheldar. She even blurted out her guilt to a righteous knight like Grayleaf. Who is honor bound to tell his superiors everything. Pointing a finger himself. Me! In truth she would have been brought before a military tribunal. Where Khaira would be given a chance to explain herself.” With a shrug he added. She may have been given a quick death, with a reasonable explanation.” Keldorn frowned as he added. “Yet she is alive and to my ever living bane. The Why of it all is that unlike Khaira lack of loyalty to a good friend. I would do almost anything for my old friend Agudo. He is like a brother to me.” Looking down the elder knight’s eyes tear up for just a split second. Recovering he glared at Myranthor, as if realizing he was even here. “My point is young buck Myranthor! Your all here at Agudo’s overly compassionate whim! When it became clear that Khaira had no hope, of getting out of her date with death at my hand. Agudo bent over backwards, trying to find some technicality to banish her, if not free Khaira out right. Firecam waved his hands in exasperation. “This court that you preside over Ruthia. Is Agudo desperate, not so secret attempt, to create a last minute miracle for Khaira. Rolling his dark eyes Firecam calmed a bit. “The Army outside the flaps of this tent, would do anything for Agudo. Including secretly hunting Khaira down, if Agudo did free here. Pounding his fist into his other hand crinkling the note. It rare for someone to garner such love and reverence, from so many diverse races. But Agudo is one of those charismatic leaders, Who can capture ones complete respect. That includes me as well. And that is why I seek vengeance upon Khaira.’ For she freed that murderer Kheldar The one who killed my closest friend, Agudo! Straining not to yell the knight took a deep breath. “Agudo knows that as well. That is why Myranthor!” Keldorn scowls You were chosen to defend Khaira. Your keen insight and cunning ability, to see beyond the obvious facts. That served you so well at the school of light. Was key in Agudo’s wanting you Myranthor, to save Khaira. Looking back at Ruthia, his hard expression softens. “As far as why you Ruthia, were chosen as judge over this circus. I can only guess Yet knowing the wizard of light, it is your long history with him. Something in your many adventures together perhaps? Or more likely his brotherly love that he holds for you Ruthia. That surprises me. For like my hatred for most wizards. They all seem to turn out to be so evil.” Keldorn laughs “Yet here I am at Agudo side, an enigma I believe it’s called? That’s how Agudo sees most dragons. Selfish, cruel, manipulative of others. Yet likewise here you are Ruthia. That says a lot about how much Agudo trusts you. To point he has put Khaira life in your hands. The Prosecutor then handed the note to the Judge Lord Agudo, - -An outside party of two shady characters has been located within the proximity of our encampment. They appear to hold a quarrel with the defendant and are eagerly anticipating her sentence. I believe they wish to see Khaira die. - -Regardless of whether or not that should be the bardess’ fate, I believe these two pose a real threat to her. Would you have me approach these two now my Lord, or shall I remain a shadow to their footsteps and continue to gather further information as to what their cause and motives might be? The two shall be meeting again in the near future. You must make haste with your reply. I can be reached outside of Khaira’s tent. Your Loyal Servant Rayek “Like I said Ruthia, I have heard worse form your kind. But there are factions in the camp, who may see your attitude, and coziness with Khaira, as a reason to act now. By chance as I asked for this respite Agudo received this note and rightly then gave it to my squireto hand to me. Just moments before I came in here. I recommend that we allow Rayek, to be at that next meeting. To find out if these are some of my troops, or someone else who wants Khaira dead. It’s also very important that we return to court, and allow Myranthor to question Grayleaf. For this black figure may strike sooner than he planed, if we stop the court proceedings to long. Turning to Myranthor he tilted his head. “As the defense attorney, you can speak with Khaira, as well Rayek without causing suspicion. I cant trust anyone of my other guards to handle this. Let Rayek know he must capture alive this black figure and bring him here to your tent Ruthia”
kulideb 11-22-04, 03:34 AM	"What on Faerun is all that noise?" Kulideb asked as she walked with Shades "It sounds like Voll, do you think we should see whats up with him?" she asked.
ruthia 11-22-04, 09:26 AM	Ruthia rolled her eyes as Kheldorn went into yet AN OTHER long winded speech. "Kheldorn, I think I finally figured out how you killed all those dragons you claim to have killed. You bored them to death with you god damn long speeches about how your so much better then everyone else." With a sigh Ruthia goes on. "Didn't you pay attention to anything that was said around you? AGUDO started this war. HE put that curse on Messianica. HE gathered the army that slaughtered inocent lives. And you mister Rightous Knight are no better then the lady on trail. You ran my brother through with a sword just because he was protecting the refugees from your over zealous army!But I keep forgetting, a knight like you has to keep himself blinded to the facts, else you would never be able to keep yourself as Rightouse as you claim to be." Ruthia looks Kheldorn in the eyes as she continues with her little speech. "And as for my reasoning for being here, Agudo asked me to be here, yes that part of your debouchery is true. But your reasoning that I like to meddle in the affairs of mortals is completely off. I'd much rather be back at home in my garden watching my grandchildren run around the yard with their human friends. The only thing holding me here is a memory of a man, a man who none will ever match. So untill you know what your talking about, I suggest you keep you big mouth shut." She blinks her eyes as if blinking back tears then continues. "And as for why I've been after you and not Myranthor, Has he had a chance to open his mouth long enough to make an idiot of himself yet? So far the only one I've heard is you, but I'm sure when it's Myranthor's turn he'll make just as many problems as you have. Now as for this threat on Khaira's life, why don't you take care of it hey? I mean your very good at running people though with swords, I'm sure a big strong man like you could deal with it. Or rather why don't you just let who ever it is stay, they'd finish the job you so despertly want done for you. And Khaira's fate is not in my hands, it's in the juriors hands." Ruthia stands looking at both of them. "I'd watch how you judge people If I was you. You know nothing of my background, nothing of my people, nothing of my home. Untill you do, you have no right to judge me." With that said she walks back to the court area. Half way there she pauses and wipes the tears from her eyes that had been forming. o O(Father, why did you leave me? Why did you let him kill you?) After regaining her compuser she walks back into the court area and takes her seat. No one else was back in the area yet, they still had five minutes left of recess, so Ruthia was finally alone with her thoughts.
Agudo Archmage 11-22-04, 07:34 PM	HA! There whent another of my Chars secret clark kent lifs. :P
Good Knight 11-22-04, 07:38 PM	((OOC Pay no attention to the white feathers on my armor)) :embarrass Ruthia Ruthia rolled her eyes as Keldorn went into yet AN OTHER long winded speech. "Keldorn, I think I finally figured out how you killed all those dragons you claim to have killed. You bored them to death with you god damn long speeches about how your so much better then everyone else." With a sigh Ruthia goes on. "Didn't you pay attention to anything that was said around you? AGUDO started this war. HE put that curse on Messianica. HE gathered the army that slaughtered innocent lives. And you mister Righteous Knight are no better then the lady on trail. You ran my brother through with a sword just because he was protecting the refugees from your over zealous army! But I keep forgetting, a knight like you has to keep himself blinded to the facts, else you would never be able to keep yourself as Righteous as you claim to be." Lord Keldorn crossed his arms once more, as Ruthia bantered on. Ruthia ……Now as for this threat on Khaira's life, why don't you take care of it hey? I mean your very good at running people though with swords, I'm sure a big strong man like you could deal with it. Or rather why don't you just let who ever it is stay, they'd finish the job you so desperately want done for you. And Khaira's fate is not in my hands, it's in the jurors hands." After her blistering barrage of taunts and self-pity She left hanging in the balance, the life of the bard Khaira. As her dragon majesty left the tent. Looking down at the note on the floor Keldorn spit on it. Not looking at Myranthor he added icily “Ruthia is right about one thing. I would be glad to see this trail of the people over, and the body of Khaira Lying dead by the hand of that black figure. Whoever that may be? The jurors will be lucky to ever here the ending of this trial For I only did this little meeting for Agudo sake. Yet if they danger to Khaira is ignored by the judge…. With an even icier glare he turned to looked deep into the sun elf’s emerald eyes. “Then so be it! I can speak truthfully to Agudo. That I did all that I could to protect that harpy.” Glancing down at the note he stepped on it. Smashing it deep into the dirt floor.
Myranthor 11-22-04, 08:49 PM	When the shapechanged dragon left the precarious tent, leaving two hostile, unstable men to face each other, like mixing quicksilver and explosive chimera roosts in the same little, fragile vial, I immediately thought of how it would be easy to charm the dumb knight, to master his ridiculous, pathetic excuse for a brain, playing with him in front of everybody, controlling him easily, like a master puppeteer with one of its favorite toy. However, the thought that Agudo could, effortlessly, detect the magic aura that would envelop the knight's body remembered me about the better part of valor, at least long enough for the demagogic paladin to blurt out, spitefully, the last murder he'd let vile scoundrels commit, in the name of his good conscience. "However, that would be a lie, and you know it.” I snapped, picking back the paper the prosecutor had buried in the ground. “You do not require the judge's approval to order Rayek to act. This is a matter left not to the Court, nor the Judge, but a matter entirely left to the General of the Army of light, hence, you! Would you ever try to tell truthfully, to your friend Agudo, your prized chivalric code, or the last faithful and benevolent part of your heart that you did all you could to save the bardess from an unjust death, you would be confronted by a saddened acquaintance, a broken oath, and a desiccated, paralyzed organ uselessly residing in a hollowed hole within your chest, all of them maimed by what you know is an utter fallacy. Believe me, Keldorn : would she be even slightly wounded, I'll be sure to tell our "so charismatic leader" that you let the friend he’s desperately trying to save, according to you, die without lending to her eternal rest a meaningful cause. " I took a brief pause before continuing. "I think it would be better for Rayek to spy on them, and to learn who they are. Would a swift action be required, he would anyway be in better position from a hiding place than in an open field. "
Good Knight 11-22-04, 10:36 PM	Myranthor "However, that would be a lie, and you know it.” I snapped, picking back the paper the prosecutor had buried in the ground. “You do not require the judge's approval to order Rayek to act. This is a matter left not to the Court, nor the Judge, but a matter entirely left to the General of the Army of light, hence, you! Would you ever try to tell truthfully, to your friend Agudo, your prized chivalric code, or the last faithful and benevolent part of your heart that you did all you could to save the bardess from an unjust death, you would be confronted by a saddened acquaintance, a broken oath, and a desiccated, paralyzed organ uselessly residing in a hollowed hole within your chest, all of them maimed by what you know is an utter fallacy. Believe me, Keldorn : would she be even slightly wounded, I'll be sure to tell our "so charismatic leader" that you let the friend he’s desperately trying to save, according to you, die without lending to her eternal rest a meaningful cause. " I took a brief pause before continuing. "I think it would be better for Rayek to spy on them, and to learn who they are. Would a swift action be required, he would anyway be in better position from a hiding place than in an open field. " His jaw tightens as the elder Knight consider his response. With a deep breath he then spoke calmly. “Make it so! Keldorn took two steps for the tent flap, then stopped without looking back he sighed. “For the record, I shared that information with the judge as a curtsy. You Myranthor were the one I wanted to read it. Khaira life can not be trusted with my troops. Nor can I prance about trying to save her. For the one in Black and his or her partner will know something is up With a slight glance back he said more sternly. Now if you will excuse me, I shall take my fat mouth and paralyzed organ. And return to the circus of the court arena. With that he walked outside and headed for the Prosicuters table. Smiling at Agudo he bayed him to sit. "Soon we shall see Myranthor try to save the taterd reputaion of Khaira. Perhaps if he is any good, this will be a longer trail then I had planed"
Tyrion Grayleaf 11-23-04, 12:25 AM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongtyrion.gif Tyrion shook his head and spoke reassuringly to Kharia. "You're not a hopeless romantic or an insane psychopath or an unpredictable crazy. . . I've only ever met one Elf who was like that. . . And no one has heard from the Army Commander in a long, long time. . ." Tyrion stopped. That had been a very tactless thing to say in front of Lady Kharia, one of the Commander's past lovers. . . or had that been Kulideb? . . Had it been both of them? Come to think of it, how many other Elven maidens had the Army Commander been romantically involved with? There was the Elven Goddess Hanali. . . . . . That drained the color from Tyrion's face. . . "Oh, excuse me my Lady Kharia, I-I had meant that to be comforting, not offending." Tyrion walked over to where Kharia stood, slid his gauntlets into her clenched fists and sat her and himself down at the side of her bed. His mithral armor creaked as it sunk into the mattress. "You are compassionate my lady, not naive. . . Perhaps the most compassionate maiden I have ever met. For you to place such faith in that assassin Kheldar. . . You must have truly believed in something. . ." Tyrion thought about it. "I have always believed you to be a good judge of character Kharia, although sometimes I think your temper can get in the way. Nevertheless, when you were angry with Kheldar in that prison cell you did not get more furious with him like you have with Kheldorn. . . And that sends a strong message to me. . . I have never met this Kheldar, but you have. . . you know better than me what he is like. . . You would know whether or not he could be changed." Tyrion frowned. "But he didn't change, even after the sacrifice you made to him. . . he abandoned you knowing full well what would happen to you if you got caught. . . What did you know of this Kheldar? Was there anything that happened to him that would make him so radically different?" Tyrion sighed, he didn't know what he was saying. "I wish I could protect you better somehow my lady. . ." That was dangerous thinking! He was bound by a powerful code to uphold the law and so he must! Kharia had broken the law and the law stated she had to be punished. . . but still. . . ". . . it seems wrong for you to be punished for following your heart." Artwork copyright © 2004, Gordon R. Quigley
Drindin 11-23-04, 12:41 AM	Shades sighed at the sound. "Perhaps we should... if only to keep this trial from falling into complete and total chaos!"
Rayek 11-23-04, 05:02 AM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongrayek.gif ". . .Silly sentiments. . ." Rayek uncrossed his arms and turned away from his overly idealistic and soft-hearted companions. Kharia's feelings towards Kheldar did not matter in the slightest bit. "While it may have been noble of you to place such innocent faith in that undeserving cur, it still doesn’t change the fact that he has been charged with the crime of assassinating Agudo, and you with the crime of having set him free. Your sympathy towards Kheldar does nothing to improve your chances of winning this case. In fact, I'd say it hinders them." Rayek paused for a moment, then began to pace around the tent thoughtfully. "That is, unless you can somehow prove that your faith in that bastard was warranted. . .I wonder. . ." Rayek continued to walk along the perimeter of the tent, playing with different idea's and scenarios in his head. "You truly believe that Kheldar isn't the heartless felon that everyone claims him to be. . .correct?" Rayek stopped, then turned around to face Kharia again. "Well, beliefs don't hold up in a court of law. You're going to have to actually prove to the jury that you were right in coming to that mongrel's aid. I want proof that Kheldar was at one point in time a 'half-decent' person." The tall elf pulled out a small sheet of parchment, and began scribbling away on it. "To do that, your going to need character references. Two at least! Neither of which can be either yourself or Kulideb. Anything you say about Kheldar in court will appear to be empty excuses, and it's too well known a fact that Kulideb is your friend, so anything she says may be denounced as lies to save your skin." Rayek stopped to think for a moment. "Agudo. . .Agudo has claimed to have known Kheldar before the man attacked him, so he would be one possible reference for your attorney to approach. The other person would be. . ." Rayek paused again, trying to think of who else knew Kheldar prior to the assassin's heinous crime. ". . .Hmmm. . .What was the name of the young interrogator Agudo sent in to question Kheldar while he was under our custody? The one who broke out in tears? She also appeared to have a background with that man." Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley
kulideb 11-24-04, 07:43 AM	The elf nodded at Shades and set out to follow the sound of Voll's voice. It wasnt easy to run in a long skirt, she wished she had worn pants! Some thing ran straight in to her sending her flying straight on to her butt. She sat there and looked up..Voll also now sitting in the dirt. She held a hand out to Shades hoping he would help her up. "What ever is the matter with you!!" she said glaring at large man, "Any one would think you had seen a demon!".
Drindin 11-24-04, 10:03 AM	Shades was, in fact, there to help the lady Kulideb. He gave her his hand, helping her back to her feet. "If I were to say any more." He said, deadpan. "I'd be restating the obvious. Now, Voll, what is the problem? Has something happened?"
Agudo Archmage 11-24-04, 12:46 PM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongagudo.gif Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley After signing a few more autographs from his fans the Wizard of Light soon heard the familiar baritone voice of Sir Keldorn Firecam. Following his lead, Agudo set down next to him in the court arena. Keldorn With that he walked outside and headed for the Prosecutors table. Smiling at Agudo he bayed him to sit. "Soon we shall see Myranthor try to save the tattered reputation of Khaira. Perhaps if he is any good, this will be a longer trial then I had planed" The blond hair Mage was feeling up lifted at the moment. Talking with his fans always made him see the brighter side of life. Yet being reminded of the seriousness of why they are here, by his good friend Firecam. Agudo leaned over and whispered to the Radiant Heart Knight. “ I have no doubt that my faith in Myranthor, will soon bring forth fruit. But what of Rayek direr warning?”
Good Knight 11-24-04, 01:41 PM	Lord Firecam glanced at Agudo with a slight frown. For he knew that there was no way of sparing Agudo. “ It would seem that Mistress Ruthia, has little concern for Khaira or her stalker. Never the less Myranthor showed more wisdom and interest, in the note from Rayek. From what he has told me, the Sun Elf plans to have Rayek, keep an eye on this threat to the Bard.” With a pause Firecam added. “I am sorry Agudo that is the best I can do…. Truly!”
Khaira 11-24-04, 05:44 PM	Khaira looked to Rayek as he spoke to her on the matter of Kheldar. Foolish sentiments? She wondered, idly, what kind of a wall Rayek had put up between his emotions and the outside world. What had happened to him, she wondered, to cause him to so emotionless today? ""While it may have been noble of you to place such innocent faith in that undeserving cur, it still doesn’t change the fact that he has been charged with the crime of assassinating Agudo, and you with the crime of having set him free. Your sympathy towards Kheldar does nothing to improve your chances of winning this case. In fact, I'd say it hinders them." Being noble? No, that was not her goal. Why should she try to be noble; it made no difference...sighing softly, she spoke to Rayek, her hand held up to pause his tiding of words. "Rayek, my friend, being noble was not my goal...I want you to understand that. Noble or cowardly cur...these are but words, judgements passed on by observers in the world, perceptions of others. They are meaningless. No, I was not trying to play a noble act when I freed Kheldar, when I put forth such belief in him. I was, as I've already told you, following my heart. Doing what was right." Did that make any sense to him? Could the seemingly heartless, cold, to-the-point military elf understand following the heart, when, at times, it seemed he had none to follow? No, that could not be it; she had to believe that everyone was, somewhere, somehow, following their heart. Some people just showed it better than others. "You are following your heart, as well, Rayek. In the military, you fight for what is perceivably right, even if, sometimes, it is really not so. You follow your heart...as you still are. Just as I was doing." Were they, then, so very different Kheldar, Tyrion, and she? No, no... "Not so very different." "To do that, your going to need character references. Two at least! "Agudo. . .Agudo has claimed to have known Kheldar before the man attacked him, so he would be one possible reference for your attorney to approach. The other person would be. . . . . .Hmmm. . .What was the name of the young interrogator Agudo sent in to question Kheldar while he was under our custody? The one who broke out in tears? She also appeared to have a background with that man." Agudo? Would he even raise even a breadth of a hair in her defense? As for the other one...the young interrogator...Leetah?! "While it may be possible to persuade Agudo to speak in my defense, Leetah...she was here, at least in body...definitely not in mind or spirit......but I do not know where she would have gone, or where she could be now." Tyrion...poor Tyrion...he always seemed to be saying the wrong thing. Yet, she knew that he was only trying for the best. "Oh, excuse me my Lady Kharia, I-I had meant that to be comforting, not offending." Khaira, the entertaining bardess, chuckled, placing a pale hand upon Tyrion's shoulder. Her green eyes twinkled as she gazed into Tyrion's appologetic eyes. "Tyrion...truly, you worry too much. Stop. Stop worrying...though, I suppose, that is your job." "But he didn't change, even after the sacrifice you made to him. . . he abandoned you knowing full well what would happen to you if you got caught. . . What did you know of this Kheldar? Was there anything that happened to him that would make him so radically different?" "I have always believed you to be a good judge of character Kharia, although sometimes I think your temper can get in the way. Nevertheless, when you were angry with Kheldar in that prison cell you did not get more furious with him like you have with Kheldorn. . . And that sends a strong message to me. . . I have never met this Kheldar, but you have. . . you know better than me what he is like. . . You would know whether or not he could be changed." She sighed; yes, she had done everything for Kheldar. Everything, even the sacrifice of her freedom. And then, he had run... "The truth, Tyrion...yes, I wanted to change Kheldar...I knew I could change him. Would change him. But the other part of that truth, Tyrion..." She paused for a moment, weighing her words heavily. Kheldar...where was he now? Did he escape, or did he get slaughtered by some bulky monster in the wastes of the wild? No, she thought, he's probably in some fancy mansion right now, indulging in all kinds of feasts...he always was very lucky. "He reminded me of someone I knew once. Someone who went down a very rotten path...a path she should not have gone down. Kheldar was the very reflection of her..." She paused again, a longer silence than the previous one, as he emerald green eyes dulled. Jhelana...that had been a name she once knew...an obedient daughter to a loving family. She looked to Tyrion again, smiling with a hint of sadness. "Kheldar reminded me of ... me."That is why I had to save him, had to help him, had to free him from himself...Kheldar was me..." She shook her head. How crazy she must sound right now! Kheldar was her? Kheldar was a reflection of someone she once knew? She smiled to Tyrion. "Forgive me, Tyrion...I must sound awfully crazy."
Myranthor 11-27-04, 08:35 AM	Out of the judge's tent stormed a coleric wizard, his jaw squared, his eyes expressing the fiercest fury they could ever express without starting to bleed. His pace was quick, and his steps firm, dexterous, dodging those walking before him as a cheetah would make his way, unhindered, through a forest dense with immovable trees. It is only around Khaira's tent that he stopped, a brief time, only to once again find his composure. It was with a calm voice that I managed to ask, after having slipped in the ephemeral residence, the elvish bowman to come join me where we could speak privately about his note.
Rayek 11-28-04, 12:08 AM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongrayek.gif Rayek looked towards Myranthor and nodded his head. The twilight clad elf then made his way towards the tent's flap and stopped just prior to exiting the tent. "If asked the right questions, Lord Agudo will answer favourably to your defence. I also believe that this 'Leetah' will prove invaluable to your case if her background with Kheldar is appropriate. In any case, these are all matters that must be discussed with your attorney. How incredibly convenient that he's requesting my presence." Rayek stepped out of the tent. Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley
Voll 11-28-04, 06:34 AM	Shades: "If I were to say any more, I'd be restating the obvious. Now, Voll, what is the problem? Has something happened?" http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portvoll.gif "JA!!!" Voll jumped to his feet. Hefting his mighty bastard sword up off the ground. "Zhis encampment is being terrorized by DEMONS!!! I can smell zhem!!! Zhey're all around us!!! Hiding in za shadows. . ." The Demon Slayer quickly surveyed the surrounding area, searching for the deviant monsters. "As far as I know, no one's been killed by zhese terrible demons, but already I have sited one man who vas definitely attacked by zhem!" Voll nodded his head, as if accepting what he himself had just stated. "He vas found laying crippled among zee shattered remains of a supply tent. He's only a little vays back. Vould you like to speak vith him?" Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley
Myranthor 11-28-04, 08:29 AM	I accompanied Rayek, walking out of hearing's range with him. "Well, my brethren, I am pleased to see you take so much efforts in helping our mutual friend. I'd be delighted to hear any suggestions you might have for me, concerning Khaira's defense, but we have more urgent news to share beforehand." I reached for an inner pocket, sewn in my robe, and took Rayek's note, showing it to him. "The pause Keldorn asked the court was to inform Ruthia and I of this dire news. I must first congratulate you for your stealth and for how you succesfully managed that reconnaissance mission. I believe that you should continue to observe them and see what their goals are, without being noticed. If the situation ever becomes critical, you'll be in a better spot to act, hidden and concealed, rather than vulnerable in the open. Do you prefer working alone, or would you want a partner in this endeavour, would you accept to continue to assure Khaira's fragile safety?"
kulideb 11-30-04, 03:24 AM	Kulideb accepted Shades help and once standing brushed the dirt from her red skirt. "Oh really Voll, dont you think this would be the last place a demon would come too." she muttered as if speaking to a child afraid of the bed monster. "It was more likely a drunken fight." she looked at Shades then back at Voll. "But I guess it wouldnt hurt to go take a look. Lead the way Voll."
Drindin 12-03-04, 01:07 AM	Shades nodded his agreeance with Kulideb, and also motioned for voll to 'lead the way'.
Khaira 12-10-04, 10:09 PM	He looked up and around, shuddering from the after-effects of the horrid demon. That had been a close call! Whew...Suddenly he froze, and flinched as his ears perked upwards in listening. Damn! The hell is going on! Dammit, talk to me. Talk to me, you decrepit fool!! TALK! SPEAK! I will rip your genitals out if you do not... He winced again; unfortunately, he knew that Master would do exactly that if he did not succeed. Any form of torture would be better than to fail Master! Frantically, he replied to Master. "Yes, yes, yes, my lord...yes, everything is fine now. A mere coincidental encounter with one of the juror members. Yes, my lord. No, my lord, I have not failed. Yes, my lord, I know...Yes, Master. Yes...I mean, no. She has not...Yes. Goodbye, Master. I know, Master..." "By Shar's Sadistic Mind...I hate that man!" Excuse me? Need I remind you what I am capable of? "Er...Nothing, my lord. I ws only saying how kind and benevolent and all-seeing you are...No, Master. I shan't forget." The man in black shook his head; he wasn't sure which was worse - getting caught trying to complete his mission or failing the mission and escaping to Master. In any case, he had to get out of her before anyone started asking questions. Or, that crazy elven berserker came back...Looking around, the man darted behind a tent, looked around it, and began walking back to the courtroom.
Khaira 01-08-05, 08:15 PM	Rayek http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongrayek.gif Rayek looked to Myranthor, no emotion betrayed to the Sun Elven Attorney devoted to Khaira's defensewithin the depths of those mysterious orbs of purple. "The path of the protection of the Lady Khaira is not mine alone to walk. Do you have something to offer? A proposition, perhaps?" Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley Voll http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portvoll.gif "JA! Zhis way, quickly now; I can SMELL those despicable demons all around!" With a fervent vigor only possible of being posessed by the one and only Voll, the red-haired man motioned for Kulideb and Shades to follow him, as quickly as possible. Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley
Drindin 01-09-05, 02:35 AM	Rayek Voll http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portvoll.gif "JA! Zhis way, quickly now; I can SMELL those despicable demons all around!" With a fervent vigor only possible of being posessed by the one and only Voll, the red-haired man motioned for Kulideb and Shades to follow him, as quickly as possible. Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley Shades was quick to comply, following the red-haired wonder. Should I really be following this man? he thought to himself.
Myranthor 01-09-05, 08:30 AM	We walked together between the tents, away from curious ears and investigative eyes, hushing quietly about the hidden threats dangerously encircling Khaira, like deadly vultures around a lone and decayed animal walking idly under the boiling rays of the sun. Strangely, I felt really at ease with the cold, rash archer. Everytime I looked at him, I heard him speak with a detached, laconic voice, I remembered my despicable cousin and all the problems he caused me. With both of them, now, I felt like a ravenous, calculative spider, extending the links of its silky web around lucid and retaaliating preys. Those conversations were more games than they were intimidating, in fact.... "I thought that maybe I could've you assisted by a necromancer, that recently began her training. I must warn you, however, that despite the range of her powers, she is still a little girl. Does this bothers you?"
Khaira 01-09-05, 07:48 PM	Voll http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portvoll.gif Voll leads Drindin and Kulideb behind a pair of tents where, if inspected closely, it looks like two men fought. Clearly, they can see the heavy imprints of an armored person, and the light foot imprints of another. And, as it seems, there is a large indentation in the ground, as if someone had been thrown down upon the ground with much force. Voll's eyes lit up in fanatically zealous fervor, turning around to face Kulideb and Drindin, who are following at a safe distance behind the Demon Slayer. "Right here! Here the man lay who vas attacked by a demon; I am sure of it! Can't you SMELL zhem? Zhey are all around! Demons! I must slay zhem all to make zhis encampment safe!" Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley Rayek http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongrayek.gif As Rayek walked the perimeter of the encampment of varied tents with Myranthor, his eyes, sharp as a hawk's, surveyed the encampment. He recalled the man in black, now, this mysterious protagonist, one of the many sources of individuals who wished to harm the Lady Khaira. Those expressionless orbs of purple turned to look sideways at Myranthor, the passionate elf who was now Khaira's defender. They were very different, Myranthor and he. Rayek was a reserved, cool solider in the employ of the Army of Light, while Myranthor was passionate and seemed to hold nothing back. Why, then, was Rayek allying with this defender of treason? Rayek had heard the passing comments of the privates of the army. "Am I to have a mind as to the manner of company which grants assistance, Myranthor? Is it in my power to determine who, then, will guarantee that the Lady Khaira receives a fair trial, unthreatened by treacherous forces?" Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley
Myranthor 01-10-05, 08:40 AM	Going aimlessly through the camp, the stern archer and I were doomed to eventually meet other living beings, curious ears eager to spy on the secretive exchange we had. Two human men, clad in the decorative plates favored by the obedient soldiers of the Army of Light, were sitting on a pile of goods, stained with blood, probably recuperated in the deserted and ruined streets of Hillsfar. They were busying themselves, playing cards, gambling their already mediocre wages in those naive games of luck. I couldn't believe it, couldn't accept to see how, nowadays, since the sudden growth of the human race, those with might and superiority and numbers ruled everything, took what they wanted from those they successfully managed to demonize, and yet couldn't keep their minds over material concerns. Most probably, the majority of the higher officers were not so materialistic, but they were still those who busied the ignorant population, keeping it from learning, giving those orders, punishing doubts and revolutionary thoughts... A sudden disgust took me, and I couldn't keep from wincing under the foolish symbolism of the daily scene happening in front of my eyes. How could it be possible? How could these men prefer to play cards than to make themselves true, valuable persons? "Yes, Rayek' I answered my companion after we left that dangerous zone, "you'll have to choose your partner, or to go alone. I don't want to force you to go with someone in particular, and I don't believe I have this particular authority. On the other hand, the Prosecutor, who has this particular authority, told me that he didn't mind whatever happened to Khaira. Consequently, I don't trust him to make that choice, either. As you are the one who have seen the threat, and that you know what awaits you, I believe you're the best one to decide who should go to check on them, and that's why I'm asking you."
Khaira 01-10-05, 01:11 PM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongrayek.gif Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley For only a moment, it seemed that the coldness and unfeeling sense of duty that pervaded Rayek's very being fell away. His eyes seemed to possess some sense of empathy and caring; but this was only a momentary effect. It may as well have been a trick on Myranthor's eyes. He stopped, then, turning to Myranthor. "All manner of men and beasts are bound to be attracted to this site. The Lady Khaira has made many friends - and enemies. And she is bound to be even more." Rayek's eyes gazed at the varied people strolling the encampment, common people chatting idly, as if this were just another day, and not the day of the trial of a bardess' treachery. "Khaira must have a fair trial; you know, as well as I, that there are many who should wish otherwise. I have been appointed, as well as with Tyrion, to ensure that those with malicious intents shall not succeed. Whomsoever it may be that wishes to join in this common cause, I shall not refuse. My duty, now, is to capture this suspicious character, and deliver him to my lords. If there are those who wish to ally with me, so be it. Let it be quick; we know not how this individual shall act, nor how soon."
Myranthor 01-10-05, 08:00 PM	I have been appointed, as well as with Tyrion, to ensure that those with malicious intents shall not succeed. Whomsoever it may be that wishes to join in this common cause, I shall not refuse. o O ( Interesting), I thought. (Even he, a distant foreigner, older and more experienced than most of those pitiful humans who have established their iron reign over this foolish army, prefers to follow orders rather than having the unique and marvelous possibility to seize his own destiny when such an occasion reveals itself. Despite that I have absolutely no authority over anyone in the Army, he'd prefer to have me choose his companion, regardless of wether I am, or not, a seasoned tactician! That.... that is nonsense!) "We'll get her", I answered to the mindless archer, who suddenly lost much of the respect I precedently owed him. Earlier, I would've identified him with my rebellious cousin, a threatening, explosive menace to peace and the establishment of elvish supremacy. However, he met all claim of powers over him with the same foolish bravado and ignorant arrogance, whereas Rayek seemed simply satisfied with followings orders, even those emanating from human vermin, and frightened to take even the simplest decisions by himself. We went to the court, going toward the cloaked form of Krissy.
Khaira 01-11-05, 07:32 PM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongrayek.gif Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley Silently, on ghost-like steps, the grim archer followed Myranthor as he led him through the masses of tents. He was so passionatly enamored in everything that he did, it was no small wonder Ruthia had gotten so infuriated at both he and Keldorn throughout the trial. But then there was Khaira...inclining his head to face Myranthor as they walked, the expressionless, foreboding elf spoke again to this exuberant, outgoing Attorney of Defense for Khaira. "This path that I walk, Myranthor, is not walked alone. This trial will affect many people in many different ways. It must continue, and it must be seen through to the end. I think it will take us all, walking that same path, to achieve the desired result of her freedom. This man, I believe, will only be the first of many threats opposing the life of Khaira. Thus, let us waste no time in choosing whoever may be that would fight for the Lady Bardess." With that same, set face, the face that portrayed less emotion than even a stone wall, Rayek continued to walk with Myranthor on light, soundless steps, towards the attorney's niece.
Drindin 01-11-05, 10:33 PM	Shades sniffs the air... "I can't smell them, perse...
kulideb 01-12-05, 04:35 PM	Kulideb sniffed at the air too. She shook her head, "No nothing...may be sweat..." The elf crouched down and ran her fingers over the prints in the ground. "Are you sure Voll?"She asked the big man.
Myranthor 01-12-05, 08:21 PM	I sneered arrogantly, shocked by Rayek's genuine, unforgiveable incredulity. Did he really believe any of the words he inadvertently pronunced? Did he really think, blinded by his misguided faith in his arrogant and treacherous superiors, than the least of them desire for my beautiful friend a fair trial, a just judgement, or simply to let her die free from iron shackles or a swift, ainful retributive and unfair death? I continued walking, choosing not to share my subversive views with the obedient soldier. A firm hand fell over Krissy's frail shoulder, and a soft whisper flew to her attentive ears. "Young girl, I believe we,d require you to test your recently acquired talents, if you do not mind." I said.
Drindin 01-13-05, 12:24 AM	Krissy smirked. "Finally." She murmured. Rising from her chair, her familiar black cloak pooling around her feet, her light blue, silken dress softly fluttering with each step she made towards the Elf, Myranthor.
Myranthor 01-13-05, 11:47 AM	I smiled warmly. "I'm more than glad to notive you are more than eager to exerce your talents outside of a confined, hermetic laboratory. All I have to ask you, before I let you with your partner and superior, is to restrict your use of violent or impressive displays of arcane power. This mission is supposed to be one of discretion, and I do not want it to be blown out of proportion." I gestured toward the elvish archer, introducing him to Drindin's niece. "This man, Rayek, will be your only companion during this little...experience. Likewise, soldier, she is now under your responsability, and I hope you'll both be able to complete your watch unharmed. This being resolved, I have to ask if I can leave your company, and join my protégée in these times of need."
ruthia 01-13-05, 02:23 PM	Sitting in my chair I look apon the court area, waiting for this pathatic excuse of a trail to start again. By this point I have been insulted, talked about, questioned, and even angered by both sides of this arguement, at least in my own oppinion. Oh how I longed to just take the accused and the accusor and take them for a long ride, to introduce them to some justice from my home. To have just dropped both of them Between, to leave them in that cold nothingness never to darken this plane again, was my ultimate ambition. But that nagging part of my subconciouse forbade me to do it, this nagging small voice forced me to sit quietly, venting my anger on small occasions to the displeasure of both Myranthor and Keldorn. I am sure that both feel I am crazy as I look out upon them both, Keldorn sitting with the ever regal Agudo and Myranthor chatting quietly with a small child in the back of the room. Even my own children felt I was crazy,they had both been repeatedly asking me to calm down through out the proceedings. But this was a losing battle, I had been repeatedly losing control of myself for many days now. My husband has been helping me control these urges, but he knows so little about the Pern dragon pyshology that his attempts only delay this transformation. There is only one person in all the worlds who could have stopped what was happening, but it pained me to think of him, he had been dead for several years now. I I contunuie to look out at the court, twiddling my thumbs as I wait for all the players of this drama to assembly again. I need this over, and soon........................
Khaira 01-13-05, 10:19 PM	Voll http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portvoll.gif Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley Voll appeared extremely, impossibly exasperated as he stomped around the area, stopping where the large indentation lay imprinted within the ground. Turning, then, he looked to Kulideb and Shades with an unbelieving stare. "You cannot smell zhem? How can you not smell zhat horrid, invading stench of evil and anarchy! It is all around, pervading zhe very lives of zhe unassuming mortals! My dear Kulideb, you have been brainwashed by zhe demons! Why...you may even be next to be possessed by zhem! The demons have gone forth to hunt zhe defenseless people, we must track it and destroy it before causes more damage!" Rayek http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongrayek.gif Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley Rayek bowed to the cloaked figure of Krissy, turning, then to Myranthor with, seemingly, uncaring eyes. "It shall be a short experience. Our goal is to apprehend this hostile figure; no more. I doubt it shall come to more than that. Worry not, Myranthor, this will be a harmless venture, and a quick one. You need not to request leave of me, Myranthor; from whence did I become your master, for you to require my leave or no? If your honor or conscience requires such permission of leave, Defender of Khaira, I bid you, go to her. The prosecution, without a doubt, has even more to offer against her reputation." It seemed that was the best of a sign of acceptance that the expressionless and cold elf would offer, and with those words, he turned to Krissy. "Need you time to ready yourself?"
Drindin 01-14-05, 10:19 AM	Shades sighed. "Very well... since you seem to be able to smell them, I'll ask that you lead the way..." Krissy looked up at Rayek, and smirked. "My lord... the powers I possess are natural. Preparation is for wizards. I, am a Sorcerer"
kulideb 01-15-05, 06:56 AM	The thought of Voll stomping round by himself was almost as bad has having a demon on the lose... "I'll follow too." Kulideb said as she stood up, the elf brushed the dirt from her red skirt. "Lead the way Voll." she said, hoping that it might be nothing more than an imp.
Khaira 01-15-05, 07:46 PM	Rayek http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongrayek.gif Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley Rayek nodded and bowed to Krissy, a fierce intensity and sense of apathy displayed within those purple orbs that seemed to reflect a darker person; or, perhaps, a more hardened one. His tone, when the reserved elf spoke, was neither urgent nor carefree, but rather, bore a sense of necessity. "If you are in no further need of preparations or materials, then, let us be about this business and done with it. Already we have wasted time." With those words, Rayek turned around again without so much as a command for her to follow, and began to walk down the path that would lead them through the tents where the mysteriuous figure in black was last spotted. Voll http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portvoll.gif Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley Voll ran down the path, running past - and occasionally over - soldiers and other common people within the area. He stopped every now and then, beset by glares and intolerant muttering, and looked around, his broad body bracing itself as he sniffed out the stench of evil and chaos that the Demon-Hunter could assuredly smell lingering in the air.
Myranthor 01-15-05, 08:15 PM	Interestingly, when I asked Rayek if he needed me again at his side, he managed to turn my genuine, circonspect concern into a pathetic and horrid sign of repuslive servility. He made innocent assetions, wondering when he became my "master", while I was, since Is poke with him, the one who gave him directions and offered him the precious rights he needed to be sure his beloved friend remained safe from harm. Each of those several words, despite the uncaring tone with which they were so coldly served, felt as a gratuitous provocation, a childish bickering fruitless to help anything in the dire situation we were all facing together. Nevertheless, I restrained myself from snapping, from answering, spitefully, to that cold, insulting creature, pouring over him my own poisonous, vicious thoughts about his rank of mindless slave under humans' dictates. I rather wished to both of these emissaries a good luck on their endeavour, and then retreated to Khaira,s small tent. Being with Tyrion Grayleaf since a few minutes now, I wondered how she would greet me...
kulideb 01-16-05, 04:31 PM	"I'm so sorry sir..." the elf muttered yet again as she helped someone up that Voll had knocked over. "Oh..I hope it wasnt very expensive.." she said holding out another fellows hat, the rim now set at on odd angle. Then with an apologetic shrug she chased after the big man once more.
Drindin 01-16-05, 10:28 PM	Krissy nodded, and set after Rayek. Shades sighed, exausted by the big man's pace, being careful to not step on anyone in his way, while his pace slowed, making sure to try and stay near Kulideb, as she was, without any doubt, his priority.
Khaira 01-18-05, 01:12 AM	The Man in Black The mysterious figure in black skirted the gathering throngs of incessant, babbling, mindless people as they walked through the complex of over-crowded tents. Pausing for a moment, he turned to a passing guard, a light hand resting on the guard's shoulder. Coldly, turning to him, the guard gave this mysterious man a near--aggravated look. O . o. Damn...all of these people are just strolling through here like this was some damned circus! Do all of these imbeciles think this is for their sole entertainment!? O . o . "Yes? What do you want, stranger? Make it quick; I've things to do!" "Pardon me, lord...I have somethign to show you; something I thought you should see." Moving between a pair of tightly clustered tents, the man led the guard who now had a concerned, intent expression upon his face. Pointing, the man in black pointed to a non-descript area and then, as the guard began to move, a pale hand reached out to pull the helmet back, and, with only a flash of steel, the guard fell lifeless. Smiling, at ease here, the man in black reached down and put on the helmet...yes, this would do. In only a few minutes, he was on the way to the traitor's tent in the garb of one of the guards... Rayek http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongrayek.gif Rayek's back was the only thing visible to Krissy, and the cold-hearted elf made a quick pace, barely bothering to look behind and see if Krissy was keeeping up. His eyes scanned the horizon and looked into every deepening shadow as he walked. Not bothering to turn around, but slowing down until Krissy was close behind him, the formidable Rayek spoke to Krissy. "We'll start by returning to the point of origin from whence he was first spotted. Who knows what manner of actions he'll begin planning or attempt to act on. Thus must we move with all haste and discretion." With only those words, Rayek once again quickened his pace, weaving through the tents and crowds of people, and was soon lost among the throngs of people. Voll http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portvoll.gif It didn't seem as though Voll much cared who he ran over or through. There were quite a few people who looked, with distaste, upon the rampaging Demon Slayer. Suddenly, Voll stopped, and he looked around, sniffing once again. He turned around to face Shades and Kulideb, still a little ways behind the tireless Voll. "We must pick up zhe pace! The scent of the demon is fading but it shall not escape!" Somewhere, off in the close distance, exclamations of surprise and shock were heard running through the crowd. Voll looked towards the sound of the calamity and pointed off in the direction. "ZHE DEMON!" With a yell and a rush, Voll was once again off running, this time jumping over unfortunate beings who happened to be passing through. Tyrion http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongtyrion.gif Tyrion pondered Khaira's words on relaxation. Her touch, soft and light, was like that of a feather. It was as if the bardess were a forgotten goddess, invoking her blessing upon the brave Knight; it was no small wonder, really, that she was so well liked. "Lady Khaira, I appreciate your thoughtful advice, but alas, I cannot do so. Yet, if it would make you happy, Khaira, I will try to lay my worries aside." Had he really said that? Gods...what was happening to him? Perhaps Khaira was the one who evoked the spell on Kheldar! "Kheldar reminded me of ... me." Was it really true? Did Khaira, the Bardess loved by so many, think herself no better than the murderer of beloved Agudo? "Khaira that's...not right. You say your no better but yet, here you are, fighting for what's right...or...that is, what you believe in. I don't know this Kheldar personally, I haven't met him before; but there is an old saying among the elves, "There is no greater love than for that of another." You passionately gave of yourself, Lady, and Kheldar...well, he ran way when you needed him most." Tyrion had heard that Kheldar and Khaira had been more; was it true? Was this why she needed him...no, no that couldn't be right! Lingering, too, as a burden on his mind, was why Tyrion was here, comforting his escort. Was it right to try to justify her actions, when she was the accused...? "You mustn't blame yourself; there is no sense in trying to change the past. It is not possible. You must move on. Kheldar was nothing like you, nor you like him."
Myranthor 01-19-05, 08:41 PM	Just as I was about to quickly lift the light, malleable door separating the isolated world of the prisonner's tent from the outern universe, extremely dangerous for the unfortunate accused woman, Tyrion Grayleaf halted my spontaneous motion with his musical voice, exchanging with the destituted bardess. Easily, I could've entered - nothing like a troublesome morality, a prudish decency refrained me from breaking their intimate conversation, despite all the good it could do to the lady, or how much it would assist the blind, dogmatic knight understand that life was far more than what a mere Code, written thousands of eons ago, could ever encompass in its unchanging lines. However, leaving them alone would help them open their horizons, would maybe touch, reach the sensible, elvish heart of the soldier, despite his armor's hardness, that any woman's sparkling eye could effortlessly penetrate. Furthermore, the words exchanged could help for Tyrion's interrogation, and would expose to me his mind, his troubled feelings, his unstable position towards the Lady we all appeared to strive to protect. I simply sat on the ground, next to the tent, being careful not to make any noise, not to lean against its mellow surface, apparently studying different notes I took before and during the trial. Truthfully, however, my eyes couldn"t have been less alert, and my ears more assertive.
Drindin 01-19-05, 10:31 PM	Krissy didn't seem to be having problems keeping up with Kheldar. It seemed as though everytime a small obstacle got in her way, it moved aside... it wasn't apparent why, she wasn't even casting any spells... Shades followed after Voll, carefuly sidestepping trodden villagers.
kulideb 01-20-05, 04:42 AM	While she looked like a weak, fragile little thing the elf did have great stamina. She ran on after Voll, still muttering apologies to folks who had been knocked out of the way. "This is a goose chase!" she said to Shades, "I wonder if its just something that has been set up to upset the trial?" she asked her long time friend.
Drindin 01-21-05, 04:23 AM	Shades chuckles. "We'll have to find out, won't we?"
Khaira 01-21-05, 09:31 PM	Khaira smiled enchantingly, seducingly as Tyrion proclaimed that he would lay aside his worries. "I thank you for the false reassurance, my brave knight, but we both know that what you claim simply shall never come to be. It is in your nature to be lawful and good and just and worrisome, Tyrion. Just like it is mine to be criminally active and judged for a traitor and escorted by two powerful gentle-elves." Khaira smiled again, that knowing smile; did she enjoy seeing him squirm like he did? "Why, my Lord Tyrion, this just isn't right, is it? Should the traitor's escort really be offered advice and counsel from her guard? Wasn't it you and Rayek, after all, who caught me helping the very murderer of Agudo escape? How is it, then, that I am better than he? Is not the accomplice of evil still evil? Hm...interesting, isn't it, Tyrion? Did you ever think that your old adventuring veteran and comrade would turn to the darkness? Oh, come, come now, don't tell me that's *not* what you think; I've heard the crowd and Keldorn speak. What am I, really, if not the evil force that must be brought to justice? Why...isn't that your job, Tyrion? Good vs. evil, the unjust brought to justice...isn't that how this works?" Khaira shrugged nonchalantly; was she really declaring her very own death sentence here?! Declaring, for all to hear, that she *was* guilty! Elsewhere... Throughout the encampment, a dreadful cry sprang up, and it began to spread like wildfire. "Private Gadan has been killed!" "Killed? What mean you?" "Slit - his throat was slit; there's a murderer amongst our ranks..." "A murderer...where, where?!" "Why...it could be anyone, anyone!" Soon, the entire encampment was in an uproar. Meanwhile, a guard was slinking behind and through tents, making his way, finally, along the line of tents towards Khaira's tent, his armor clumping noiselessly and clumsily...
Myranthor 01-23-05, 02:22 PM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongtyrion.gif The robust elf turned around, visibly disconcerted, trying to regain his lost composure, murdered under Khaira's lethal verbal arrows like an old moose would've been, trapped by swift tracker's under a moonlit night. He walked a few steps, his heavy armor clinging rythmically, his confused mind racing, running against anoverwhelming doubt, a latent, patient culpability awaiting him in the remote corners of his own wounded consciousness. Despite the decades separating him for his old mentors, he recalled their stern voices, the countless oaths he swore, promising to do all he could to assault strife wherever it could lie, to protect his homeland and loved ones valiantly, without fear or sadness for those who feel against the inflexible rules of his Order. Nevertheless, whenever he did lay his saphire pupils over the Lady Khaira, over her graceful body, whenever he heard her delicate voice rise from her wine-colored lips to climb to his ears, to sink into his heart, he could feel his eternal resolve melt, wither under the suave warmth caracterizing the bardess' pleasing demeanor. He knew he wouldn't stand to see her executed, even if she rightly deserved a definitive punishment for her precedent, unforgiveable crimes. Then, why couldn't he stop to be bothered by her immediate, incertain future? Why was he certain that, when she'd walk solemnly to the gallows, a single, lonesome tear would drip from his eye, enough to drown all the years he passed serving an unbelievably rigid law? " My lady", he said finally, turning toward his prisonner, " I...I can still offer you advice, and counsel, and can even do so in friendly terms. You are not evil, neither are you responsible or guilty of the crimes you are being judged for today, at least until Ruthia claims so. If you were, this trial would be useless, as repeated vehemently your own lawyer. We are not yet on opposite sides, and I am not going against my responsabilities when I adopt an affable behavior with you." Artwork copyright © 2004, Gordon R. Quigley
Khaira 01-24-05, 01:47 PM	Khaira shrugged nonchalantly; one could almost suggest that the bardess didn't care. Or, perhaps, that she chose not to care. Or maybe...maybe she really *was* evil. Regardless, it was nigh impossible to conclude which one of those options it was. She was, after all, as the arrogant Keldorn had said, a stunning actor. One could never determine whether she was genuine or just putting on a show, since she did both so well. "I just desire to ensure that you know who you're associating with, my dear. I would feel fairly awful if you, too, were condemned because of your dealings with a certain outlaw and traitor. Just because my reputation is ruined doesn't mean yours has to be, too." She shrugged again. "Come, come now, my dear. You're telling me I'm innocent? Is that why I'm under constant guard, and was placed into bonds of constraint when I was set in this rat-infested, grimy, disgusting tent no doubt shared by a dozen sweaty, bloody soldiers who probably hadn't bathed in over a month?" It did appear that she was bitter; in fact, she was being awfully bitter towards Tyrion. It was no small wonder that he hadn't already walked out of the tent. "I mean not to sounds bitter towards you, Tyrion. Yes, I know you and Rayek are only doing your jobs. It just seems so pointless, this whole mockery of a trial. Don't you think so? This is all a waste of my time, really. We both know I'm not going on the executioner's block. It just won't happen; I've too much to do. Then again, I'm sure the hot-headed Keldorn will come up with some other crime to accuse me of just in order to kill me. For a prosecutioner, he sure has a temper on him."
Khaira 01-24-05, 08:57 PM	Rayek http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongrayek.gif Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley Rayek continued walking, his sharp eyes analyzing everything in his path. It was then he heard the horrified screams of the gathered crowd members. Muttering to himself, Rayek quickened his pace, his soundless feet leading him quickly to the source of distress, towards the source of the screams.... "...I see our phantom has struck finally..." Voll http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portvoll.gif Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley Voll was charging headlong through the crowd, and the towering, fiery-haired human came to sudden stop, almost entangling himself in a mass of tensts and people. Scratching his head, Voll appeared confused. "Zhat is mozt definitely NOT a demon..." Voll's towering head peered over the curious bodies of the general public as he peered around the crowd members, and he looked distraut as he looked on the body of the assassinated guardsmen "Zhat definitely iz not a demon."
Drindin 01-25-05, 02:31 AM	Krissy's hand drifted to a pouch at her side, instinctivley pinching miscellaneous materials. Shades looked at the big man. "Voll... you can't see it?"
Khaira 01-25-05, 12:59 PM	Rayek http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongrayek.gif Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley Rayek's pace quickened even more hastily still as he heard the sound of what could only be Voll's loud, impatient, overzealous voice, spouting some nonsense about a demon and spilled blood. No, this was no demon...it was just a good for nothing murderer on the loose. At long last, the cold elf got to the edge of the crowd, just as the captains were beginning to shout at the crowd, whilst others were handling the body, attempting, crudely, to cover it up. "Begone from here, all of you! There is nothing to see here! Scram!" Rudely, Rayek began to make his way through the crowd, his shoulder shoving unfortunate people out of his way, until finally, he came to the body. Oddly enough, as Voll had noted, Rayek, too, noticed that there was no blood on the body. "Now this...This is interesting." Turning to the men who were attempting to lift the body, Rayek coldly spoke to them as his piercing orbs of purple met their eyes with a distant, apathetic gaze. "Do not touch the body. Clearly, you do not know how to properly handle a corpse without dismantling the evidence. Stop." A carefully, calloused hand, obtained from years with the Army of Light, steadily turned the body over to reveal a stripped man. His armor, helmet, and sword had been stolen from his body. All that he had left were his undergarments. Interestingly enough, Rayek noted the thin line of crimson that graced the dead soldier's throat, a pale finger tracing the line carefully. Voll http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portvoll.gif Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley Voll shook his head as he stood on tip toes over the members of the crowd, peering at the dead soldier, and the various army captains who were now arriving and attempting to get the crowd to disperse. How could there be no blood? Turning back to Shades, Voll scratched his already wind-ruffled hair. "Nope, zhat is no demon. But..." Voll looked back at the body again, still scratching his head in confusion. "...it must be zhe WORK of a demon! Can you see? Zhere is no blood! A battle such as zhis, against good and evil, surely vould have HAD to have spilled blood. Only a DEMON would be capable of this!" The Man in Black He finally saw what could only be the stupid bardess' tent, complete with three guards standing off to the sides, dozing off. Swiftly, he walked up to one of the guards, a cold smile gracing his face. It was almost...the smile of death. His voice was soft, commanding, and the guard before the mysterious soldier shuddered as he spoke. His words, while they were simple and posing no threat, the very tone that he spoke in was almost enough to make a person believe that this WAS death. "I've come to relieve you. Get out of here. Now." Watching the guard scurry way, the mysterious man then took his place...and listened.
Drindin 01-25-05, 05:14 PM	Shades shook his head, moving over to the body. "No... a man could have done this. See this mark?" He points at the pale red line around the throat. "It appears to be a ligature mark... somebody used a string or something to strangle him to death, then took his clothes. Maybe an assasin? Perhaps somebody looking to mess things up back at the court. In speaking of which, we should get back... it's well after the time the recess must have ended..."
Malendor... 01-25-05, 08:46 PM	In deed, it was time to get this trail going again. Ruthia sent Malendor out to start rounding everyone else up, he started at the accused tent. Walking up quietly behind Myranthor, knowing full well that his elven friend could hear him anyways, he stops briefly to say "It's time." Before entering Khaira's tent, inturupting the conversation within. He looks at Tyrion and says "it's time to escort Khaira back to the court. I'll walk with you since I've heard Rayek may be otherwise occupied at this time." Oddly enough Malendor held out his hand to Khaira, offering to escort her out more like a lady and less like a prisoner.....
kulideb 01-27-05, 10:41 AM	Kulideb patted Volls hand...she would have patted his shoulder but he was too tall. "Never mind, what ever it was...is its gone for now. The gaurds will examine the body we can ask them about there findings later." she said kindly to the large man. She frowned a little as Rayek' pushed in, she really didnt like him! "Come Voll, Shades is right we should get back."
Khaira 01-27-05, 01:08 PM	Voll http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portvoll.gif Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley Voll looked more than a little perturbed; was there really no demon, as Shades said? But...demons could hide in disguise! Yes, that MUST be it! However, Voll realized, the trial may be more important "Get back to court? It hasn't been zhat long..." Voll looked towards the position of the sun, an 'O' forming his facial expression. "Yes, yes, maybe you are right, my good, wise friends. Ve must triumph over this evil! Maybe zhe demon will be back at the court area! We must watch for zhis demon at the court, the most important place in this whole encampment!" Voll, turning back to the general direction of the court, prepared himself to go back to the juror box. Rayek http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongrayek.gif Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley "Maybe an assasin? Perhaps somebody looking to mess things up back at the court. In speaking of which, we should get back... " Rayek smiled a chilling smile as he turned towards Shades; did the unpassionate elf know something that the older, more experienced man didn't? His pale purple eyes seemed to hold a hint of excitement as he spoke. "Indeed, there is someone whom needs to be spoken to. The culprit is still within the encampment. He is...very skilled. Get back to the court room before you get in the way too much more. We have a job to do." Rayek turned to Krissy, smiling that same chilling smile to her before he spoke. It seemed as though he was enjoying this... "Come, my associate, our quarry's game of cat-and-mouse is becoming careless. It cannot be long now..." With long strides, Rayek strode past the stunned guards and began walking away from the body. Khaira The bardess smield and bowed to Malendor as he extended his hand. A crooked, dazzling smile preceded the confident words that then followed. "Oh? Is it time for Keldorn to make a fool of himself already, so soon? Still, I suppose it's about time for Keldorn to prove his prideful boasting to the entire court once again. What's this? No armed escort? I offer my heartfelt thanks, Malendor, in your faith against such a traitor." She smiled again, taking his hand as she prepared to exit the filthy tent. The Man in Black The mysterious figure watched, in utter dismay, as the young man, probably quite capable of hurting him efficiently, strode into the tent. Taking initiative, the man poked his head into the tent, and called for Tyrion. "My lord, I bring notice from your friend..." He inwardly cursed; why didn't he take the time to learn his name. Dammit! "...he will be delayed in joining you to court. He bade you return alone, and that he would join you soon." He paused again, weighing the words he was about to speak. He must not reveal too much... "...Apparently, there has been a murder." Inwardly, he began to wonder how he'd ever carry his mission out successfully? With all of these eyes around, it was near impossible to act discreet! In fact, he was sure that the body had been found by now, and a massive search was under way. Still, maybe it would cause just enough chaos...
Malendor... 01-27-05, 01:59 PM	Malendor smiled at his former teacher. 'Khiara, In my eyes you will never be a tratior. Without your help I would not be alive today, and you always where my favorite teacher at School." He winks at her. "Besides, you'd have to get up pretty early to pull one over on this dragon, Especially with mom and big sis also watching."
Myranthor 01-29-05, 06:15 PM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongtyrion.gif The knight didn't react, apparently, to the last words exchanged between the red dragon and the elvish lady. A little, faint sense of melancholy fell upon him, as he saw how he could act, how he could be, if he hadn't chosen the path he was now traveling. Nevertheless, the time wasn't for regrets. Those were apt to assault his resolve as would a hundred of hobgoblins around a fortress, and he trusted that, if his walls would resist long enough, his doubts would wither in less time than a goblinoid would take to die of old age. He thus shoved aside his concerns, concentating on more immediate matters. "Lady Khaira Amastacia, if you would stand up, we are once more asked to the court." he said, in a noble and formal tone. _____ Myranthor : Hastily, I snapped shut my books of law, my transcription of the important facts to be noted in front of the court and rushed to my seat, knowing that a lawyer always made a better impression when he didn't arrive along with the accused. The former, who seem prepared and assured, is always better than the latter, which may seem to be either badly prepared, and to be scheming strategies with the accused.
Drindin 01-30-05, 01:04 AM	Krissy nodded. She wouldn't be needed... she was merely observing. Shades hurried back to court, making sure to keep Voll and Kulideb in tow.
kulideb 01-30-05, 06:54 AM	It didnt take too long for Kulideb to get back to the court and take her seat behind Voll once more. She smiled at Shades, then settled down for the trial to start once more.
Drindin 01-30-05, 03:08 PM	Shades smiled back. "It shouldn't be much longer..."
Khaira 02-01-05, 11:10 PM	Khaira The bardess flashed her infamous dazzling smile Malendor's way, and returned his wink with mischief seeming to light her eyes with a inner spark. "It pleases me, my prized student, that not everyone has, yet, been brainwashed by the arrogant knight's riddiculous, absurd claims. I think I shall have to thank Keldorn personally when my innocence is proven." Khaira's eyes seemed to hold a cruel, cynical tint as she made this last reference to Keldorn. Then, turning to Tyrion, she nodded, nonchalantly, speaking with a hint of humor in her voice. "Then let us proceed to the absurd claims of the prosecution. It shall be a most comical form of entertainment to see what kinds of ridiculous claims the arrogant fool shall make now." With that, the bardess put her own smooth, pale hand, seemingly preserved against even the ravages of time, still bearing the perfectness of a exquisitely sculpted piece, tempered by years of harp-playing and sword wielding, into Malendor's proferred hand. "Let us go." The Man in Black The mysterious man removed himself from the tent, shaking his head. That damned bardess; she was almost as arrogant as the prosecutor himself, if not more! What were they, fraternal twins? Looking around, then, the man in black once again slinked off between the tents, finally finding a shadowed, enclosed portion of the wall before, again, beginning to contact Master. Rayek Rayek http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongrayek.gif Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley Rayek was closely following the tracks that were as bright as day before him. After they passed the corpse of the dead soldier, Rayek's keen eyes soon picked up the trail and, after he knew where he was going, the cold elf began to pick up pace again, jogging through twisting and winding tents as he continued to follow the mysterious figure's trail. Inclining his head to Krissy, the elven warrior spoke to her, an unemotional voice, yet seeming to possess a certain vigor all its own, a certain excitement that one would feel before making a killing blow. "Make haste, and prepare yourself; these tracks are not more than ten minutes old. We are close!" Rayek noticed how the footsteps, now, were heavier and more pronounced. Clearly, the bardess' stalker had sought to disguise himself in the garb of a guard. Within moments, Rayek and Krissy broke out into the open sky, and before them like Khaira's tent, but only with one guard standing outside of her tent this time. Rayek's eyes seemed to scour the entire area for a moment as he muttered to himself. "Only one guard; he has elongated his route..."
Drindin 02-02-05, 10:00 AM	Krissy tired of running, but she did not stop moving with haste. Quite the contrary, when Rayek inclined his head, he noticed that Krissy's feet weren't moving... nor were they touching the ground, but she managed to keep moving swiftly to their target...
Khaira 02-06-05, 11:50 PM	The Man in Black Many feet from Khaira's tent, the man in black began, once again, to communicate with the unidentifiable figure known only as 'Master'. After a moment's pause, he began to speak in softly spoken tones. "She is being escorted back to the court area...no, my lord, I did not...no, my lord...there are too many eyes. Well, yes Master, you had said...very well..." His slitted eyes peering left and right and behind him, the man in black continued to speak with a person that seemingly was not there... Rayek http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongrayek.gif Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley Rayek, running through the encampment, finally go to Khaira's tent. His eyes squinting in confusion, the cold elf knelt close to the ground, intently examing the signs left there; there were tracks all over here! How was he supposed to know which was their target! Damn it... Turning to face Krissy, Rayek pointed around Khaira's tent to the left. Hurriedly, he addressed the sorcerer, in quick, demanding tones. "We must now split up; he has gone either to the left or right, but I know not which. It is most pertinent that if you do find him that you come and find me. Do not attempt to apprehend the target alone! You go to the left, and I shall go to the right. Best of luck to you." With those words, Rayek started off on a quick pace, skirting Khaira's tent and continuing into the clustered pathway of tents...
Drindin 02-07-05, 12:54 AM	Krissy did as she was told. If she had learned one thing from her uncles, it was always follow orders.
Khaira 02-14-05, 12:32 AM	As Krissy walked through the various tents, she often had to skirt around commoners and guards still walking through. Eventually, though, after several minutes of walking, she finally heard a solitary voice, very faint, speaking, but still inaudible...
Drindin 02-16-05, 01:10 AM	Krissy went towards the voice, motioning for Rayek to follow.
Khaira 02-20-05, 09:52 PM	As Krissy moved towards the voice, she was able to hear some of the words being spoken. "Yes...Master, it will be........draws to an end.......be secure in ...... dealings. I will.......remain here until........end....." Around the corner of one of the tents, Krissy could see one suspicious man in black, with his eyes sleightly closed, seemingly talking to himself, pausing, and seemingly awaiting an answer. Rayek http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongrayek.gif Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley Rayek paused directly behind Krissy. As he heard the conniving plotter speaking again to 'Master', he drew his bow and nocked an arrow to it. Moving on soundless feet up to Krissy, he pointed around to one of the tents, signaling for her to surround the figure that way. With a grim visage drawn upon his perfectly, though cold, features, Rayek began to move around another side of the tent, beginning to draw the arrow tight with a calm, fluid motion. He would be within their grasp soon...
kulideb 02-21-05, 03:23 AM	While the elf waited for everyone to arrive back at the trial,she wondered what the delay might be. she kept herself busy by drawing in her note book.
Drindin 02-21-05, 11:08 AM	Krissy twirled her fingers disappearing from sight. She then prepared another silenced spell, hold person, to cast on the mysterious figure.
ruthia 02-22-05, 08:14 AM	Ruthia watched quietly as everyone started returning to the tent, her son Malendor gathering people as he had gone to get the accused. Soon she could see him on the return trip, politely holding Khaira's arm like you would that of a noble lady and not that of an accused person. The Juriors all seemed to be in postion again, The accusor and his attorny where also here. The defense attorny Walks boldly in and takes his seat many moments before the accused is walked out of the tent. Most of the bloodthirsty crowd was also back, though a few seemed to have wandered off. Ruthia continues to twiddle her thumbs as she waits in quiet desperation for this to finish.
Malendor... 02-22-05, 08:25 AM	Malendor smiles as Khaira takes his offered arm. He then begins walks his former teacher out of the tent, Tyrion walking closely on Khaira's right side as the walked back to the court area. People booed and hissed at Khaira as they walked, Malendor glared at a few. As they walked Malendor occasionaly looked at Khaira, inwardly smiling as she walked with him, her head held high as if this was just another crowd to please. She looks as if this is just another preformance. Thats good, she's not letting this stupid trail break her spirit. I hope she survives this... Malendor felt his thoughts being echoed by another in the crowd, and he smiles as he see's his sister making her way to the Juriors stand.
Ramoth 02-22-05, 08:45 AM	She looks as if this is just another preformance. Thats good, she's not letting this stupid trail break her spirit. I hope she survives this... Indeed Ramoth did echo Malendor's thoughts as she made her way back to her seat behind the strange old man on the Jurior. She smiled slightly at her brother then countinued through the throng to her seat. She noted as she sat back down that the old man had not moved yet, She was tempted to tap him on the shoulder and ask his name but something stopped her. Prehaps this man was asleep....or dead?????
Khaira 02-22-05, 02:45 PM	Khaira As Khaira was escorted by Malendor, and they were assaulted by the words and taunts of the crowd, the bardess only smiled and waved. In her ever sweet and melodic (and somewhat taunting) voice, she began greetings various members of the crowd as she would with a group of her much-loved fans. "Oh, hello, hello! Have you come to see my conquest of the arrogant, hot-headed, ignorant Keldorn? Why,you're just in time!" "What's that? No, no, I can't sign your shirt this time!" "Hey! You! Didn't your mother tell you ANYTHING about posture! Straighten that back up! Don't shuffle your feet! Chin up, soldier! Now go jump in the river; atta-boy!" She continued her taunts right up until they began to enter the trial area, upon which time she turned to Malendor. "I can't wait to see what delusioned, falsified and truth-twisted evidence His Hot-Headedness has come up with now." Man In Black Yes, Master...I am going... He paused then, suddenly. What was that he saw? A flash of movement? Looking off to the left, the figure crouched low, his posture tensed and ready, at the same time his left hand with drew a thin, long rapier, deftly readying it for an offensive strike. His voice, when it spoke, was soft, yet lethally sinister. "Come out, come out wherever you are; I see you now. Oh yes, I most definitely do. You would've lived a longer life if you'd stayed with your dis-illusioned, do-gooder compaions, fool. Now, though, I'll have to take your heart..." Rayek http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongrayek.gif Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley As Rayek continued to draw closer, he noticed the mysterious figure was still speaking ... to no one in particular. It had to be some manner of otherplanar communication with a higher entity. In that case, he must be disposed of as soon as possible. Drawing an arrow tight, his movements as one, fluid motion, Rayek noted his vital spots. It'd only take one arrow to disable the spy. Maybe two. As he was noticed, however, Rayek straightened up, calling out an ultimatum to the man in black. "Surrender, and it will go easy on you. If you do not, I'll have to bring you in the hard way." When his hands reached inside his pocket, Rayek knew it could only be one thing; an arrow flew through the air, followed swiftly by another one, close behind the first, before his bow strings were cut. Damn! That was the second one in a ten-day! Rayek watched in satisfaction, however, how one of his arrows grazed the man's ear. The other one, unfortunately, was deftly dodged by his moving feet. Tossing his now-worthless bow aside, he drew a wickedly looking serrated long sword, his feet moving closer to the spy. "This is your last chance; throw down your weapon!" Where was the sorceress, anyway? In an instant, his right hand went to his belt, pulling out a thin dagger, and launched it at Rayek's bow, effectively severing the string and rendering it useless...
Drindin 02-27-05, 03:18 AM	From out of no where, the holding force flys towards it's target. If that doesn't work, several bolts of force will fly out and strike the target (magic missle)
Khaira 03-01-05, 01:47 PM	The mysterious figure in black stopped, quite suddenly, his rapier in hand, and found that he could not so much as move a single, solitary muscle. It was then that Rayek continued to move towards the man, cautiously, precariously. Stopping in front of the spy, the elf glared long and hard at him. "It would have been in your better interest to surrender; it will be the worse for you now, I'm afraid. Krissy? Have you rope to further restrain him?"
Drindin 03-01-05, 09:47 PM	Krissy appears out of nowhere smirking, with a rather strong rope in hand. "Yep."
Khaira 03-02-05, 08:24 PM	Rayek http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongrayek.gif Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley Rayek looks to Krissy, the same cold expression displayed on his facial expression. Taking the rope from her, he nods curtly. "Myranthor is right; you are useful." Moving to the prisoner, Rayek ties the rope rather tightly, ensuring to leave plenty of a loose end. "Honestly, did you really think you get away with murder AND a conspiracy? No, no, my little spy, someone wants to have a word with you..." Grabbing the loose end of the rope, then, Rayek began walking. As the elf continued to move forward, the man in black fell, rather ungracefully, on his face until, as Rayek's movements quickened, his dragging upon the ground did as well. "If you desire to accompany me, Krissy, I am going to the Lord Agudo's tent. It is he, I believe, that desired to question this man. Otherwise, I am sure that Ruthia shall be impatient to start the trial again, and soon."
Drindin 03-02-05, 09:38 PM	Krissy smirks once more. "Hm? I'll send word I won't be attending then. There is nothing that will make me give up the oppurtunity to find out what this man is upto anyways."
Khaira 03-09-05, 03:18 PM	Rayek http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongrayek.gif Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley Rayek nodded to Krissy. The cold elf said nothing else, though he had a firm understanding already of what this spy was intending to attempt. He was, however, going to be quite interested to find out who he was working for... As Rayek (as well as the man who was now being drug on the ground...) and Krissy neared Agudo's tent, Rayek stopped, picking up the assassin and spy up by the collar of his cloak, hefting him over his shoulder. He turned to Krissy, motioning the way to the tent. "If such is your desire to know the motives behind this brigand's actions, then feel free to accompany me into the meeting at hand." Turning around then, Rayek approached the two guards outside of Agudo's tent, pointing with one free hand into the tent. "Inform the Lord Agudo that the captive is in our custody, and is ready for whatever questioning he would choose to employ."
Drindin 03-10-05, 10:18 PM	Krissy simply stood there, waiting.
Agudo Archmage 03-11-05, 01:47 PM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongagudo.gif Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley Agudo heard the voices from outside the tent flap He had used this brake in the trial for a quick rest Slowly lifting himself from the small bed Agudo rub his long blond hair wondering if he had over slept Standing he gave a once over to his cloths and waved his hand Causing several sweet smelling candels to flair up The Wizard of Light then spoke in his fatherly warm voice. "Come in my friends of Light and Truth Let us share this day together"
Malendor... 03-11-05, 06:55 PM	Khaira She continued her taunts right up until they began to enter the trial area, upon which time she turned to Malendor. "I can't wait to see what delusioned, falsified and truth-twisted evidence His Hot-Headedness has come up with now." Malendor gave a slightly evil smirk. "We will soon see." Just then they make it through the throng of, Well Wishers, to Myranthor's side. With a now devilish grin, Malendor says to Myranthor "And I safely deliver your charge sir." With a wink he kisses Khaira's hand before making his way up to the Judge.
Khaira 03-11-05, 09:04 PM	Rayek http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongrayek.gif Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley Briskly walking to the flap of the tent, Rayek waved a hand as the guards moved aside, and he walked in. Throwing - none too gently - the man in black down upon the ground, tied and still frozen in a ''Hold" spell, Rayek saluted Agudo. "Lord Agudo, as the request has been made, I have apprehended the spy and would-be assassin of one Khaira Amastacia. When last I, and Krissy, discovered him, he was once again in contact with his mysterious 'Master'. My Lord, if you do not pardon me saying so, it would be a ripe idea to, without further delay, question this man so as to find his motive. Doing so may enable you to halt the agressive movements of further...brigands." Khaira Khaira smiled and bowed to Malendor as he escorted her to her seat once again. In her graceful, eloquent voice, a certain musical tonality practically reverberating across the area, Khaira spoke to Malendor alone. "I thank you, my dearest friend, for so bravely escorting such a troublesome traitor to her rightful position." A cheerful wink followed her words, and then whispered words followed the wink, words whispered in Elvish. "**Uuma dela, voronda melloon. Maloden ollvanan sina lindarre." Khaira paused, smirked, and then, leaning close to Malendor, spoke again in elvish. "**Antolle houlua sulrim." *Don't worry, my faithful friend. The fool will not win against this bardess. **Much wind pours from his mouth
Agudo Archmage 03-12-05, 02:46 PM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongagudo.gif Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley Agudo watched as the thug was unceremonially dumped onto the small rug that covers the dirt floor With a raised brow the Wizard of Light bent down to get a better look at the man. To the untrained eye it would look like Agudo was just staring at the man. But in truth several incantations were slowly being cast. From the folds of his robe he pulled out a rose colored crystal it was no bigger than a mans thumb. “Now my mysterious fellow sit upright” With that the spy body was lifted in a sitting potion on the floor With Agudo still kneeling in front of him. “Im afraid the Hold spell is necessary fact for your interrogation Yet you’ll be able to speak at least.” A weary smile crossed Agudo face as he lifted the crystal to the spy’s face. “Truth!....... The crystal began to glow Do you have a Geese spell on you? What is your trade name as well as your birth name? Who and or what do you work for? And of course....the reason for you being at this trail?”
Khaira 03-12-05, 04:11 PM	The Man in Black The spy/assassin looked venomously at Agudo as the Archmage began to speak to him. Gradually, he felt his mind twisting and contorting. Though the venomous expression still was existent upon his face, he felt his mouth opening and spilling out words, dark, sadistic, and vile-sounding. But he still had some tricks up his sleeve... "There is no manner of spell upon me; I act of my own free will." His name? Within his mind, the magic raced through the riduclously large bank of names and identities that the man had made to conceal himself. Finally, however, it settled on a name - the first name, and his most favorite. "I am Andior Ansamia; they call me the Shadow Bane." At the Archmage's third question, the magic coursing through his mind jumped back and forth, once again, between various names. However, the true name of his leader was so cleverly concealed within the spy's own precautions, that finally he felt himself speaking...but not the proper name. "Why, I work for the Master, and for the Fates who deem mortal's lives to come to an end. I am merely a tool for which they deem me worthy to use." He paused, his mouth curling up in a twisted smirk. "And an effective tool at that." Finally, the last question; why was he here? Why indeed? Why were any of them here? Summoning every ounce of his power of will, the spy smiled and spoke quite innocently. "Why are any of us here, really? Why are you here? Why is he here? His eyes travelled to Rayek though, in fact, he could not move. I am only an observer in the grand scheme of the trial." That wasn't a falsified statement; it was true. He was here to observe, and note the opportune time. He just chose not to mention that he was to ensure that Khaira didn't make it from here alive... Rayek http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongrayek.gif Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley Rayek, standing behind the spy, still, smirked knowingly - and coldly. This man was rather talented in all of his fields of expertise; he knew how to sidestep interrogation, even of the magical kind; his hands were fast in battle, no doubt resulting in many the death of even a attentive warrior; and he was very successful at blending in to crowds - like a chameleon. Under normal circumstances, this was an opponent he could respect. Stepping forward, Rayek eyed the individual, and then looked to Agudo. "I would be so bold as to venture forth that your traditional means of interrogation, Archmage, will not be as effective. This is no normal opponent; his training, I am sure, is such that he is well-versed in the art of concealing from magical probing the answers that you seek. Perhaps you might battle trickery with trickery..."
Beljames. 03-12-05, 04:22 PM	*YAWN* blinking his weary eyes, the old man in the first seat awakes from the nap he had been taking since pretty darn near the begining of this trail. Looking around her tries to figure out what happened to the annoying, droning voices that had bugged his sleep, but he didn't hear anything. then he relized he had put air plugs in his ears. with a tiny surge of will he clears his ears and a burst of noise reaches his brain. wincing he mumbles to himself about loud mouths as he settles in once moreto observe........
Agudo Archmage 03-13-05, 04:38 PM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongagudo.gif Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley As the candles glistened near by and the crystal glowed its rosy hew The spy struggled in his mind and the grimace on his face strained at each answer Yet in the end Ryack words were correct For this self proclaimed Shadow Bane had only given half answers Standing Agudo eyed Rayek with a warm smile “It would seem that Andior Ansamia..... If that is his real name Is as you say.... quite sly ended” With a smirk of his own Agudo then winked at Rayek “Never the less it would have been unwise of me not to use a truth spell on him. Still smiling the Wizard of Light added “Yet for any of you who have seen a Truth spell used Knows that a crystal is not needed.....” Putting the Crystal in his pocket Agudo half handedly pointed to the so called Shadow Bane “Its a bit complex but lets just say the patterns of his bran have been copied And what he didn’t say is as important as what he did But until i study it..... I believe any talents that you may offer Rayek will be appreciated” Agudo chuckled “Well not by him but us at least”
Khaira 03-13-05, 11:26 PM	Rayek http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongrayek.gif Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley Rayek stepped forward, cold, distant, and expressionless as stone itself. Looking to this spy, this expert in his trade, Rayek smiled, though it looked much more intimidating than it was meant to be. "Friend in order to fully offer you the genuine assistance and protection that we can provide, we need you to answer these questions fully and to the full extent of your knowledge." Rayek paused. "These questions are rather simple, let me assure you... First of all, what is the name of Master? Whom under Master are you operating for, what relation does he hold to Khaira, the bardess whom is under trial? What has Master sent you here to accomplish, in your time here? What were the conditions of your mission that Master sent you on?" The Man in Black He cursed softly under his breath at his misfortune of having this insightful elf taking over the questioning. Damn it all! There was no way to avoid it... "Master is Master, whom commands all. We know not Master..." He praised Mask that he had not ask the most pertinent question...but then it came. Unwillfully, he felt his mouth moving spontaneously, and dreaded the words that next slipped out of his influenced mouth. "He is Savael, rival of Khaira. My purpose here, for Master and Savael is to ensure that Khaira does not escape alive..." Then, as he continued to regurgitate the questions to the magical spell, there was an odd sheen that seemed to pass over the man's face. In only a moment, his body began to convulse and shake violently...
ruthia 03-15-05, 09:58 AM	Ruthia looked up as Khaira was escorted in. Once she was seated Ruthia takes a quick look around, seeing that only Agudo was missing and assuming he might be busy at the moment Ruthia decides to get this moving ((Of course I'm assuming all of you can keep track of two things at once right :P )) "Ok, I'm calling this court back to order! Tyrion please retake the stand for cross examination. Myranthor your turn to ask questions." Folding her hands she waits for this to get moving again.
Myranthor 03-15-05, 02:50 PM	Sitting behind my little desk, next to Khaira, I was arranging the last of my documents, preparing everything with a maniacal perfectionnism. Every parchment was laying at its own place, and most of my argumentation concerning Tyrion already planned, altered only by the interrogation Keldorn had with the elvish knight. I stood up, a large grin adorning my figure, and walked to the center of the court elegantly, my eyes locked on Tyrion. "Greetings, sir Tyrion Grayleaf. I believe it would be fit, for the members of the jury as well as the audience, for you to introduce yourself, as well as your particular beliefs and the principles that you have adopted when you decided to become a chivalrous man. In this manner, I believe most will find your future interventions more easy to decipher and to understand. I must admit that I am myself a bit surprised to hear of a lawful order of elite, armored soldiers among our kind, which usually favors the beautiful forces of change and lighter martial arts, like fencing or markmanship. So, where do you come from, sir Grayleaf?" * Ruthia, you can always check Tyrion's char sheet in the MoP to know
Agudo Archmage 03-17-05, 02:05 PM	A slight breeze was picking up as everyone retook there places in the outdoor courtroom Many in the stands were gossiping about all the intrigue as of late Tails of assassins and demons running about. Nodding his head politely at his admirers the Wizard of Light entered into the center of this arena of justice. His long silky blue cape with its patterned white swirls flapped in the wind The cobalt crystal atop of Agudo’s enchanted staff gleamed as he tapped it on the ground with each step As if everything the Mage did was accentuating the drama of this trail Flipping his long blond hair over his shoulder Agudo took his seat as the prosecutors table Keldorn Firecam patted his old friend Agudo on the back as a sign of reassurance They then booth sat back and listened to the haughty but very intelligent elf Myranthor
ruthia 03-17-05, 09:49 PM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongtyrion.gif Artwork copyright © 2004, Gordon R. Quigley Sitting back in the witness stand, Tyrion shifts his wieght a bit as Myranthor gets ready to question him. When Myranthor does ask his first question Tyrion feels a little relief, this first question was an easy one. "I am Tyrion Grayleaf, Knight Protector of Elasia."
Khaira 03-18-05, 01:54 PM	Rayek http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongrayek.gif Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley As Agudo left for the court, which was now beginning to start, he also took with him the mind-influencing crystal. Looking now at the prisoner, who was becoming increasingly hostile, Rayek pondered. If he now left, to join Tyrion in the guarding of Khaira, what would the prisoner do? Would he contact this 'Master'? Would he contact Savael? What he bring further destruction down upon the encampment? He belonged at the trial, he knew, and there was only one way to ensure that. Drawing his sword, Rayek approached the spy, uncaring features displayed across his facial expression. "This is for your own good; worry not, I shall return. Whatever your true purpose is...it shall be discovered. As a conspirator, mercy will be shown upon you for cooperating. But for now..." As Rayek raised his sword, the spy's eyes, apathetic and uncaring for life or death, looked upon the imposing figure, devoid of fear in his helpless eyes. It was then that the hilt of Rayek's sword blasted into the spy's head, effectively rendering him unconcious. "...I'll have to further constrain you. Turning, then, Rayek sheathed his sword, moving out of the flap of the tent. Turning to the guards, Rayek points inside the tent, his cold, demanding voice commanding the two lesser guards. "I want two guards guarding the individual at all times. No exceptions. Two more guards are to be stationed around this tent. Do not leave under any circumstance, until either myself or Lord Agudo returns. Do I make myself clear?" Dumbfounded, the guards could only nod at the already departing Rayek. Moving quickly, on soft, silent footsteps, Rayek soon reached the court. Pausing, Rayek listened to Tyrion's first of probably many answers to Myranthor, Khaira's attorney. Moving again, Rayek soon returned to his original position. It would be an interesting trial...
Myranthor 03-19-05, 01:17 PM	I crossed mya rms, a playful smile upon my lips, wondering if either the knight was extremely naive, obviously simpleminded, or if he was hoping to outsmart me by playing dumber than he truly was. "Yes, we already knew of your name and your status, sir Grayleaf. What I wondered was about what it means to be a knight of Elasia?What is the code that you have to observe? What are the laws of this kingdom? Why do they employ loyal knights, instead of anarchic warbands of rangers, as most elves are doing? Are there other significant differences between elves of Elasia and other elves? For example, do elves of Elasia also view life as sacred?"
ruthia 03-22-05, 09:32 AM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongtyrion.gif Artwork copyright © 2004, Gordon R. Quigley For a brief moment lines of tension creased Tyrion's forehead. The last 2 questions in particular had seemed to bother him. Whether it had been intended or not, they both felt like a stab at him and his people.. "Elasia is the realm from which I come from, my lord, it is an ancient and noble nation far isolated from our neighboring allies. . . and perhaps sometimes located too close to our enemies. . . We are a proud race, ambitious in perfecting arts such as dance, poetry, magic and swordplay." Tyrion quickly glanced at Rayek before continuing, he hoped he wouldn't offend his friend. ". . . For centuries we have been under constant attack by our enemies who defiantly claim the right to our king's throne. As a result, there are no villages in our nation integrated into forests, but rather, expansive fortified communities constantly under patrol. Very few of my people are taught to be in tune with nature as our cousins are. Instead, we are trained in martial arts and combat strategy to better defend our homeland." Tyrion shifted in his shining, mythril armor. No where on it did it bear the mark of his nation. "My position in the Knight Protectors has no connection with my previous sentry duties in Elasia. I was taken in by the order shortly after leaving my homeland. It is an organization dedicated to preserving order, chivalry, and protecting those who are justly in need. My oath to the order is. . . Courage and enterprise in obedience to the order. Defense of any mission unto death. Respect for all peers and equals, courtesy to all lessers. Combat is glory; battle is the true test of self-worth; war is the flowering of the chivalric ideal. Personal glory above all in battle. Death before dishonor. . . . As my people proudly serve the court of Elasia, I too proudly serve the Knight Protectors. I was requested to arrive here on short notice to aid in the war effort against the enemies of the Light, particularly after there had been a break down in the army's leadership. I arrived only in time to see the conclusion of what transpired here in Hillsfar, and offered my assistance where I could. . . The Elasian Army employs loyal knights because the royal court and those who defend it are held with high regard and called for in times of need. Although there are very few of them, there are. . .anarchic. . . warbands of rangers. They live along the borders of our nation and move with such stealth and cunning that they are known as Shadow Warriors. Life is sacred in Elasia, I cannot imagine a place so foul were life would not be considered sacred. But death is a sad reality in a nation constantly under siege. No Elf in Elasia would hesitate losing his or her life if such a sacrifice served to protect our people."
Myranthor 03-25-05, 07:32 PM	I nodded to the truthful knight, confident that his ode forced him to tell us only the reality, without distortion or disguised lies. "I completely understand this. It is with honor, a passionate pride, that us elves can forsake our most cherished gifts, sacrifice for our precious nations and the undying essence of our kind our well-being or our lives! I know that elvish soldiers would give their existence selflessly, accepting to be snuffed under orcish axes like volatile candles under the wind, if they could assist their community in that desperate and magnificent accomplishment. However, would they be so desperate to become as vile and despicable as their traditional foes? No elvish kingdom linked with the eternal realm of Evermeet is known to wound or kill enemies rendered helpless or who surrendered, and accepted the elves' conditions peacefully afterward. Thus, most elvish kingdoms that I know of are scrupulous of respecting the Silverymoon convention, written and ratified in 854 DR, and supported by the Lord's Alliance, the Harpers, as well as most good-aligned churches.* What I ask is if, in the kingdom of Elasia, the local authorities would allow the cold and useless murder of a prisonner, or if it is a normal occurrence?"
Tyrion Grayleaf 03-26-05, 03:11 PM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongtyrion.gif Tyrion's shoulder's sagged underneath his armor and he thanked Corellon Kharia was not in Elasia. In Elasia, doing what Kharia had done would be unthinkable! "My people do not house prisoners, my lord. . . Those who are set against us are promptly sent to their final reward." Kharia would most certainly be sentenced to death, Tyrion was sure of it! Freeing an assassin who had killed a noble would be high treason. ". . . In some circumstances they are banned and deported from our isle, or else, the ruling prince in the area comes to some agreement as what would be just punishment. . . A trial might be held, in which case it would be done in a tranquil setting were heavy thought and consideration could be done." Artwork copyright © 2004, Gordon R. Quigley
Myranthor 03-29-05, 08:03 PM	I smiled nonchalantly, trying to establish a good relation with the an sitting in the witness' box. "Excellent. Now that we know who is speaking, his values, and the wonderful philosophies building his personnal thoughts and beliefs, we'll have to reach the more complicated and difficult parts of this otherwise pleasant discussion. I'd especially like to make the light on something you said precedently when you discussed with my colleague. You said that the first person to attack in the prison, in which Kheldar was held, was your partner Rayek. Is this correct?"
ruthia 03-30-05, 09:30 AM	The next time I saw her was not long after that, the same day in fact. She bent down close to Kheldar's cell and whispered to him. I don't know what was exchanged between them, but Rayek suspected something and drew his sword! http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongtyrion.gif Tyrion's shoulder's sagged a bit more underneath his armor, he did not like the way this questioning was going either. "Yes I believe I did say Rayek drew his sword first." Artwork copyright © 2004, Gordon R. Quigley
Tyrion Grayleaf 03-30-05, 05:45 PM	". . . He drew his weapon because he suspected Kharia was about to free our captive."
Myranthor 03-30-05, 09:32 PM	My eyes grew icier as the elvish knight pronunced these last words, as I understood that he would do absolutely nothing to ease my task, as if, like his colleage ina rms Keldorn, he wanted desperately to assassinate Khaira legally. "Rayek suspected Khaira would free the captive. He has all of my congratulations. Does he possesses any right to judge her? Are simple suspicions enough to justify lethal attacks, or should we, in a civilized society, refer to a trial to judge and administer those suspicions, in a fair environnment, with a just lawyer defending the accused and a jury to decide whether she is guilty or not? " I tok a few seconds of silence, relaxing my stance a bit, letting both of my hadns free, gesticulating while I continued my explication to Tyrion. "My point is that it isn't because he has any doubts that he can act and threaten her life immediately. A good jailor would've asked what she was doing there, and wouldn't have allowed to reach the door in the first place. He would've warned, before he would've attacked. A guard has no right to judge, he must simply assure the peace - which is not assured by attacking other beings. Do you agree with me, or would you rather tell me that we should live in a militaristic and tyrannic society, ruled by might and steel, that simple doubts should justify any attack, that Khaira's honor can not even be defended fairly in front of a fair judge, and that, as Rayek's attack was justified, this whole trial is a gigantic farce you disagree with, because the death she would've suffered in that prison would've been made legitimate by Rayek's certitudes?"
Tyrion Grayleaf 03-31-05, 12:07 AM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongtyrion.gif And still Tyrion's shoulder's sagged further, this was nothing like an Elasian trial. It was times like these that made Tyrion feel unsuited for all the excitement and flare of the outside world. "My lord. . . I do not wish to offend you or show disrespect, but please do not put words into my mouth or try to lead me around like some animal on a leash. I have sat here and watch you declare accusations about my beliefs and opinions which are not at all true. Please let me speak for myself, without your misleading influences. . . Thank you." Tyrion frowned heavily. It was not his intention to put Kharia in a worse position by arguing with her attorney. But what Myranthor was doing was very upsetting to the Elven Knight, what was he trying to prove? "Our judgment to trust Lady Kharia with Kheldar was unwise, I wish I had seen it before. . ." ". . .Rayek drew his sword against Kharia as it was his responsibility to guard Kheldar from her helping the assassin escape. I have no doubt, however, that Rayek's intentions where not lethal. . . Rayek had turned to using the flat of his blade during that short encounter and I am positive it was his intention to subdue her. . . Rayek would know more about it than I would, however. . ." Artwork copyright © 2005, Gordon R. Quigley
Khaira 03-31-05, 01:01 AM	Khaira As Khaira sat back and watched Myranthor question Tyrion, she noted how tense the Elven Knight became tense and flushed with the heated intensity of Myranthor's questions. Khaira's expression was unbelievably calm; perhaps the knowledge that she had a few potential allies in this sea of unpleased, angry faces was somewhat of a comfort to her own contrasting emotions. She felt an odd, displaced twinge of guilt at the treatment of Tyrion, oddly enough. While he should, technically and legally want her to suffer repercussions for freeing Kheldar, he was on her side, as was Rayek, in his own, cold manner. Still, what was the situation when she had freed Kheldar? She remembered Rayek, there, like a ghost from the shadow...she pondered idly if he'd been there all along... Here's an idea. The next time you plan on releasing a prisoner who's under my charge, please do so when I'm not within earshot! Then he'd lunged at her, just like that; as if she were merely another body to be disposed of...a common thief to be dispatched. Just like that. They had fought, then, for a good amount of time...Rayek had ended up bleeding... I see this snake’s forked tongue has dulled your senses, so let me spell it out for you...Do you know what it was that made Kheldar finally decide to assassinate Agudo..... His forked tongue...she had been in a dream. One could definitely say she was somewhat compelled, though by no magical means. Had she been in love with Kheldar? She smiled a soft, passionate smile. No, that hadn't been it - Kheldar was akin to her, and she couldn't stand to see another person like her killed, murdered, or maimed.... Her mind snapping out of the daydreaming, then, Khaira looked to Tyrion as he spoke in defense of his own beliefs and of the treatment Myranthor was giving him. Khaira gazed quizzically at Tyrion as he frowned; was that at her? Was he feeling guilty know for testifying against her? Smiling softly, she winked at Tyrion; she wouldn't blame him for what he was bound by law to say. Rayek http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongrayek.gif Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley As Tyrion gave a testimonial on the unfolding of the events at the Hillsfarian prison cell, Rayek's head inclined sleightly to regard Khaira. Leaning forward, he whispered to her as she began to slip off into a daydream. "Lady Khaira. Pay attention; this is you they're talking about." He leaned back in his chair, his eyes analytically studying Myranthor as the elf attempted to twist Tyrion's words in favor of Khaira. The topic was now on the battle between he and Khaira. He had attacked with the flat of his blade so as to not unduly damage her. Rayek continued to regard the testimonial of Tyrion as he patiently awaited his own turn to be questioned.
Myranthor 04-02-05, 08:38 AM	I remained expressionless as Tyrion explained his own view of what happened, laughing internally when he advanced meaningless arguments, like Rayek's supposed merciful strikes. "Whether Rayek attacked to kill or to subdue is completely irrelevant. He had absolutely no right to attack her, as she had never threatened him, you or the prisoner directly, and a guard should never attack someone agressively in that manner. The most impressive display of strength Rayek could've shown, I believe, would've been to grab Khaira and pin her down, immobilizing her and carrying her away from the prisoner without using any weapon. I hope it wouldn't have been too difficult for two trained men like yourselves to immobilize Khaira without scaring her as you did. I have not yet mentionned it, but I can clearly see, from here, thatRayek wears a particular belt and, let me check...yes, you too. Those two belts, of similar manufacture, are known throughout the magical realms as belts of tremendous might and resistance, and can propulse an average man's strength to the level of a light warhorse's. Given the fact that you are a knight Protector of Elasia, and thatRayek is probably a soldier of no less renown, I believe you could've safely handled Khaira peacefully, without resorting to wounding or hitting her. In fact, you had to, since it is not for a guard to attack anyone. You probably know,as well as me, that even attacks that are not meant to be lethal can sometimes provoke accidents, and that nonlethal blows still hurt, and may carry unpleasant consequences. Already this morning, after your violent meeting, Lady Khaira Amastacia felt very ill, probably in part because of that shocking event. Lastly, she couldn't know, in the midst of battle, what were Rayek's intentions exactly, especially if you, his usual companion, can't be completely sure yourself. " " Considering that you could've easily immobilized her peacefully, that Rayek's intentions, whatever they may be, were not clear, and that receiving a blow, how nonlethal it could be, always does hurt, I come to the conclusions that Khaira shouldn't be hold responsible of battling with you, since she was only defending herself and that both soldiers of the Army of light were wrong to draw their weapons on Khaira Amastacia. Do you agree, or shall we still discuss this?"
Khaira 04-04-05, 01:10 AM	Khaira She smiled as Myranthor began asking questions about the battle within the vicinity of Kheldar's prison cell; he was, indeed, turning this unfortunate stream of events around for her. She wondered, however, how quickly the tables would turn when Tyrion answered the questions or, worse...what would happen when Rayek took the stand to receive Myranthor's onslaught. One thing that intrigued her, however, was that Myranthor had concluded that Rayek's 'harmless' attacks had caused her sickness. Her sickness had, in truth, been an attack of restless, unhappy spirits, but what people didn't know wouldn't hurt them anyway. Thinking back to that fateful day and the fateful battle, she smirked; harmless strikes? If she hadn't been quick on her feet that day, Rayek's lunge would no doubt have impaled her on the end of his sword! Besides, those strikes may have been 'harmless', but they still left some bruises!! Khaira looked to her right, where Rayek now sat. What was he thinking about these questions and the path that this trial was taking? Rayek http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongrayek.gif Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley Indeed, what was Rayek thinking? For all outward appearances, the purple-eyed elf seemed to be compeltely indifferent to this turn of events. His arms were now crossed as he watched Myranthor attempt to twist Tyrion's words into his favor. Unfortunately for both Khaira and Myranthor, it would soon be his own turn to take the stand, and then the courts would know the truth of that evil day not too far gone. Looking to Khaira, he noticed she appeared to be smiling; his cold, purple eyes regarded Khaira, his expression still indifferent. As he turned to regard the defense attorney again, he found himself glad that Khaira was, for the moment, in good spirits. She should enjoy them since they were bound not to last long...
Khaira 04-08-05, 12:42 PM	Tyrion http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongtyrion.gif "I come to the conclusions that Khaira shouldn't be hold responsible of battling with you, since she was only defending herself and that both soldiers of the Army of light were wrong to draw their weapons on Khaira Amastacia. Do you agree, or shall we still discuss this?" "My lord, I cannot speak for Khaira or Rayek, only for myself and my own actions. Anything I presume to say about Rayek or Khaira are only presumptions, and are not a reliable form of knowledge. I do know that Rayek was assigned to guard Kheldar. It was Rayek's duty to protect those with a favorable mindset to Kheldar. If Khaira was plotting a conspiracy against the Army of Light, it was Rayek's duty, as a guard, to halt her actions." Tyrion paused for a moment, his eyes looking to where Khaira and Rayek both sat, then looking back to Myranthor. "While Khaira was defending herself, she also, in turn, attacked Rayek in addition to offering aid to Kheldar. She was in the wrong; as soldiers of the Army of Light, we are meant to subdue the enemy. At that point, Khaira was the enemy. Rayek was merely doing his duty, lord."
Tyrion Grayleaf 04-09-05, 12:38 AM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongtyrion.gif "Let us discus this if it pleases my lord." There was an unusual hint of defiance in Tyrion's voice. Although the Elven knight genuinely wanted to assist Kharia in this trial, Myranthor's approach of proving Kharia's innocence by making both Tyrion and Rayek look like snakes didn't appear to be working. . . "You've done me further injustice this day by saying both Rayek and I drew weapons. Perhaps you were told wrong by someone, or perhaps you have not done enough investigation - But only Rayek drew his weapon, I had not. Unfortunately, The fight between Kharia and Rayek had. . . had caught me completely off guard." Tyrion winced at admitting that. That's why he had pushed for Rayek to answer Myranthor's questions before. . . He knew his friend had a better understanding of what had happened then. All Tyrion had to work with was the idle chit-chat he and Rayek had shared since that day, and he did not view those conversations as a reliable form of knowledge. Anything he said based of those conversations would be second-hand information, or assumptions. Nevertheless. . . "Rayek was the first to attack. . . and Kharia, as you say, defended herself with her own retaliatory strikes. . . If Kharia's attacks are made legitimate because she acted in self defense, then I would argue the same for Rayek." Tyrion gestured at his friend. "Prior to their fight Kheldar had already once broken out of jail. Agudo's assassin nearly killed two prison guards and surely would have escaped our custody had Rayek not gone to check on him. . . When Rayek went down into the dungeon he spotted Kheldar hiding along the ceiling and immediately the assassin attacked him! My friend nearly died putting Kheldar back in his cage. . . I'm not sure if he's had the wound healed, but there was a deep cut across his back." ". . . Rayek discovered that Kharia was conspiring with this man, that she was on the assassin's side! Under those circumstances I can see why Rayek would have attacked her. . . No doubt he fought to preserve his life as much as she fought to preserve hers. . . Rayek, however, has the benefit of not breaking the law during the fight. ~ Kharia, my lord, was in the wrong to have conspired with Kheldar, she had made herself the enemy, Rayek was doing his duty." Artwork copyright © 2005, Gordon R. Quigley
Good Knight 04-09-05, 03:37 PM	Keldorn Firecam nodded his head at Grayleaf the Elvin Paladins words The she devil Khaira had manipulated her way in By using her trusted position as Agudo confidant and friend To free the black hearted assassin Kheldar.....murderer of his best friend Agudo The Radiant Heart Knight squeezed his hands tightly at the thought of such betrayal
ruthia 04-09-05, 06:39 PM	Sitting in her chair at the front of the court Ruthia appeared, to any who bothered ripping their gaze from the riviting battle of words between Tyrion and Myranthor, totally fixed on the action below her. But none of those people would be close enough to see her eyes as they constantly changed color, and the one or two who where close enough would not relize what this odd behavior meant. In fact, only two people in the whole court room would even know what this odd patern meant and both of them where to busy listening to the questioning.......... ((OOC: This won't effect the trail....I'm kinda using this to set up for a future thread. But nothing that's going on will in anyway effect or slow down the trail...I promise :D ))
Beljames. 04-09-05, 06:52 PM	Quietly doodling on the pad of paper he had brought with him, the odd old man is one of the few not paying total attention. He looked up briefly from his pad, in the direction of the judges stand. Something seems to draw his attention for a few moments, he seems to almost glare in the direction of the judge. The an odd look of remeberance comes across his face as he almost seems to relize what he is seeing. Still staring at the judge, he mumbles a few words under his breath and guesters in the judges direction....
ruthia 04-09-05, 07:11 PM	Sitting in a haze, life around Ruthia suddenly came drastically back into focus as a calming wave of energy seemed to penitrate her defenses. Few people could ever get that far into her mind unless she let them and even then the only person she allowed to do it was her husband. Blinking she refoucuses on the trail at hand...........
Beljames. 04-11-05, 08:13 AM	the old man watches the judge closely for a few more seconds. suddenly seeming satisfied with the results, he goes back to his drawing.........
Myranthor 04-14-05, 11:48 AM	"I beg your forgiveness, but I don't believe that I am msitaken when I said that you drew your weapon. What I meant, precisely, is that you eventually drew your weapon, once Kheldar broke free, and that a battle erupted in which many more opponents than simply Khaira, Rayek and you participated. Furthermore, you have apparently completely eluded, in your answer, that Rayek could've subdued and paralyzed Khaira harmlessly simply with his tremendous strength, which is the only duty a guard can apply by himself. Also, legitimate defense is only applicable when someone is directly attacked : not when one imagines there could be a potential, indirect threat coming sooner or later, as Rayek could've thought when you insinuate he might've been "defending himself" when he attacked Khaira. Legitimate defense implies that the opponent be wielding a weapon or harming the defender directly, and not indirectly. Consequently, legitimate defense seems out of league for Rayek. And, again, if Khaira had broken the law, each of you could've easily paralyzed her without resorting to weapons, which makes it clear to me that she isn't the one responsible of the skirmish that ensued in that prison."
Tyrion Grayleaf 04-16-05, 03:51 PM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongtyrion.gif "My lord, you do not give the Lady Khaira enough credit by implying Rayek or I could defeat her unarmed just simply because of the belts we wear. Khaira has gained great renown and fame for herself throughout all of Ferune for her skills and exploits. . . Under such circumstances, that is, her becoming a sudden enemy to the light, more precaution should be used than just holding her arms down. Rayek and I are not the only ones who carry magical equipment with us. . . What good would holding Khaira down do if she could use an item to suddenly teleport away from us? Regrettably, knocking Khaira out was about the only reliable option Rayek would have had at his disposal. . ." ". . . And I still cannot see Rayek's aggression against Khaira as illegitimate. Why would my friend allow his opponent fist strike capability over himself once he realized Khaira was a threat? Whether she meant to do him harm, or simply free Kheldar, she needed to be stopped. That was our assignment. Rayek had the good sense to act immeaditly while I uselessly pondered over my actions. . . You are right though, I had eventually drawn my own weapon before all the fighting had stopped. After Khaira and Kheldar had escaped the prison both Rayek and I pursued them into the castle courtyard. There we met Kulideb and an assortment of other characters ready to defend Lady Khaira and Kheldar. With such overwhelming odds against us I drew my bow first and called out for them to surrender. Rayek drew his bow too I believe, and also offered our opponents to surrender, promising them he'd do everything in his power to ensure them a safe future." "Our offer was refused, Khaira's very words to Rayek were: I will not surrender. My body shall fall dead first!. . ." "I made a separate offer to Kulideb for her to surrender. At this point my bowstring had been cut and I was wielding my blade. Her response to my offer had been something completely unexpected. . . She summoned a horde of wraiths to protect her! And then, my lord, something I don't think she had even predicted happened. . . the wraiths went completely berserk and attacked just about everyone else in the courtyard but her!" The chaos of events that happened afterward riddled Tyrion's mind. Temporary alliances rose and fell as enemies defended each other then opposed each other again just as suddenly - but Tyrion had already explained the happenings of that battle earlier. "Regardless, my lord. . . I had not attacked anyone before offering a fair surrender. Neither had Rayek in the courtyard. Rayek's attack against Khaira in the prison was one of necessity to fulfill his duty. . . If you wish to learn more about that particular encounter Rayek should be the one sitting here, not I. As far as I can see, however, Rayek's actions were justified my lord. Khaira is accountable for what happened in the prison. She was breaking the law and I'm sure she knew of what risks that entailed for herself." Artwork copyright © 2005, Gordon R. Quigley
Myranthor 04-24-05, 08:25 PM	I joined my hands begind my back, staring at Tyrion directly. "What are you calling a fair surrender? What are the terms defining that a surrender is fiar? Asking someone to surrender, in exchange for the chance that they'll be executed during the next sunrise, is not exactly what I call a fair surrender. Already, you said that Rayek said their future would be safe. What kind of offer did you make, Tyrion?"
Good Knight 04-25-05, 01:23 PM	Lord Keldorn smiled at the young buck Myranthor's words Fiar? Ha!....Treachery only understands the tip of a sword Looking over at Khaira he knew that one way or another....no matter what this trial did or did not do to prove her guilt.... this would end with her and him
Rayek 04-30-05, 08:22 PM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongrayek.gif ". . .Back off Myranthor. . ." Rayek found himself hissing the words under his breath without entirely realizing it. "You mustn’t have been paying any attention at all when Tyrion went over his oaths. . .'Death Before Dishonor.' You'll get nowhere trying to prove Kharia's innocence by attacking Tyrion's good name! The idea of a successful cross-examination is to ask the witness questions in which he'll answer favorably to. Do you honestly think he'll support your resolve at the cost of his own virtue? I know Tyrion wants to help Khaira out, but you're asking him the wrong questions!" Only after he began raising his voice did the sinisterly clad elven archer realize what he was doing. Clamping his mouth shut, Rayek scanned the people who were situated around him to see if any had heard him. Even at his loudest, Khaira was the only one close enough to him to have distinguished what he said. Straining some effort to keep his face from reddening, Rayek folded his arms over and resumed his concentration on the trial at hand. What he thought next, stayed within the privacy of his own head. Enough of this. You've had your chance Myranthor, now let Tyrion step down. It's high time that I take to the stand and finish this trial once and for all. . . Artwork copyright © 2005, Christopher C. Quigley
Khaira 05-01-05, 12:31 AM	She was in a predicament now; Khaira, the cunning bardess, the one who had talked, smiled, sang, and manipulated her way out of situations worse than this found herself at a moral predicament. It was necessary that she prove her innocence in whatever way possible, but at what cost? It was beginning to feel like the battle in the courtyard with Rayek, Tyrion, and all the others. Enemies were becoming allies while allies were becoming enemies, and each person was for their own. What kind of trial was this anyway? Tyrion and Rayek, soldiers who had been doing their job, companions whom she had, at one time, travelled with, were now being made to look like the bad guys. While it may turn out to benefit her and prove her innocence, how could she walk away from this knowing that she had proved the doom of friends? Khaira sighed and hung her head; what turmoil she was battling inside, however, was imperceptible, and when she began to mutter to herself, it was imperceptible to all, save, perhaps, Rayek. "What is this? Friends against friends? Enemies to allies, allies to enemies? I cannot walk away from this trial knowing that my actions have caused the reputation of those only doing their job..." She was getting soft, she realized; she used to be able to manipulate her way out of anything. It must be the aging process, the inevitable effect of mortality that affected all living beings, even the long-lived elves. At the same time, however, Khaira heard the discontented grumblings of one of her escorts, the one with the mask of coldness always in the forefront of his expression. What was beneath that mask, anyway? "Do you honestly think he'll support your resolve at the cost of his own virtue? I know Tyrion wants to help Khaira out, but you're asking him the wrong questions!" Even as the dispassionate Rayek began to raise his voice, Khaira's hand, soft and gentle, came up to rest upon the elf's shoulder. It seemed almost ironic; always before, when Khaira had come to touch another individual, the ulterior motive was to arouse them in the most sensual manner, to raise their energies to such as ecstatic level that they could not think. But not now. Her touch was soft, compassionate...even understanding. For such a manipulative being, she sure was ... strange. Leaning close to Rayek, all too well aware of the piercing gazes of the crowd upon her, she whispered soft-spoken, caring words into Rayek's ear. "Rayek, my friend ... don't worry; let your emotions not control you. Tyrion, you, and I...we used to be companions. Companions take the fall for one another, protect each other, and stand in defense of each other. I haven't forgotten those unwritten laws, my friend, though it may seem so. It may very well result in my guilt and, thus, my death or, worse, loss of freedom, but I will not allow Tyrion or you to go down as less than what you are. You both were doing your responsibilities; I understand and accept that, even if others do not." She sat back then, her arms folded upon her lap, frowning to herself. These feelings, these words ... they unduly disturbed her. These actions would undoubtedly be her undoing. It was true then... "...I'm getting soft; I must be getting old.
Tyrion Grayleaf 06-09-05, 07:42 PM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongtyrion.gif "I did not make an offer, my lord. . . I am bound by my honor to obey the law. And while I admire Rayek's intentions for a lighter sentence and I strongly hope for it, I cannot make promises that I cannot keep. The only offer I made Kulideb was for her to surrender. . ." ". . . A fair surrender would be one where my opponent stops resisting arrest and in return I provide her a secure escourt to the proper authorities." Artwork copyright © 2005, Gordon R. Quigley
ruthia 06-18-05, 05:08 PM	With a slight cough Ruthia breaks the silence that had held the court room for so long.................................
Myranthor 06-22-05, 09:23 AM	My eyes narrowed when Tyrion said his last sentence, when let out, purposefully or not, that he sincerely hoped for a lighter sentence. " Sir Grayleaf, why do you hope for a lighter sentence? Is it simply because that you have some affection for Lady Khaira, or are there any other reasons behind those desires?"
Khaira 07-05-05, 01:01 PM	Tyrion http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongtyrion.gif Affection for Lady Khaira?! No, never! Sure, he had journeyed with the fiery, red-haired bardess before, even spent the odd night with her sharing elven sweet water, but... ...he did desire her free Unfortunately, such a thing seemed not plausible regarding the current circumstances surrounding Lady Khaira's whole reason here. Tyrion's mind whirred as he attempted to come up with an answer that would be within the rules of the Knight's Code, but one that, too, would not doom the Lady Khaira, whom he still considered a friend... "My lord, I hope for a lighter sentence only because I know the Lady Khaira to be a good person and a good friend. Her judgement was, I believe, clouded, and she was fooled into helping Kheldar escape. Regardless, my lord, she did break the law. The law is not flexible, able to bend to allow certain individuals to bypass it and others to be caught by it. It is a strict, unbending thing that all sentient beings with a free will must obey by. If they do not obey, my lord, then they must face the judgement of that law."
Myranthor 07-05-05, 01:35 PM	"The law" I answered, ironic. " And of what law are you speaking, Sir Grayleaf? Are all laws the same on the surface of Toril? Which one is the law that we are using as a point of reference in this trial? "
Khaira 07-05-05, 01:46 PM	Tyrion http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongtyrion.gif "As a member of the Army of Light, lord, Khaira operated under their laws. Thus, when she freed Kheldar, she was acting in open defiance of Agudo, and the laws of the Army of Light. Thus, in this trial, she is being judged under the laws of the Army of Light. It is for this reason, my lord, that the trial is here and not in Hillsfar, under their laws."
Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai 07-05-05, 06:04 PM	While the process went on, a hole in the ground has opened just a hundred meters from there. It was lucky that the hole has opened in the deep shadow, and within the additional masking of some casual vegetation, because its appearance was far from natural, and so it could otherwise attract attention. The erth didn't fall in, caving after a tunnel has been dug too close to the surface, nor did it spit up and outwards, as it would when a burrowing beast would errupt. Instead, it opened like maw, or rather a large eye, and closed in the same manner, the moment this strange event's cause climbed out and positioned himself on the ground. No sign of the ground being disturbed lately was left. He who came out looks much better than anyone who met him before {as well as anyone who'd meet him in the future, most probably} would remember him. It seems that today, in contradiction to his usual habit, he has actually made some effort to appear... representable. The gnome is shaven clean, with the several superficial scratches his face and head gained in the process covered in bright healing mud, that is close enough to in color to the complection of his face. This is much better than the random, uncempt and sometimes bloody tuffs of hair all around his head and face, with which he is usually seen - when seen at all. The worst of his skin's defects are now covered in some sort of slime, that make his skin appear completely healthy... except when the sun reflects in it that way, in which case the slime glistens in an sickly, disturbing way, and thus brings more aesthetical harm than use. The broad stripe of cloth surrounding his head is now perfectly clean and wholesome, and its brassen borders shine in the sun brightly, having been polished for the ocasion. There is, for once, no corrosion in his chainmail, and it is actually "cut" to size this time. The shirt under it is of white atlas, instead of the usual silk {which used to get too easily ruined by the chainmail, and accomulated dirt in even the "cleanest" errands}. The emblem on this shirt is made of some sort of thin metal, but is also smeared with something transparent and unclingy, that causes it not to ring too loudly against his chainmail when he walks. Te cleanness of it all makes is easier to discernt ha usually, but the chainmail still keeps most people who dopn't specifically examine it to only see a vertical elptic shape with something inside it. His pants are of soft leather, and are almost fashionable. Finally, the suspicious bump on the left of his chest is this time balanced by some padding under his short, symetrizing it from the right. While the gnome's gender might be jokingly doubted as a result, it is much better than the alternative would be. As he stumbles out of his emergeance's location, he falls, and to anyone who would see him just before he rose and streightened down his shirt, the reason for the bump's slightly increased size becomes visible: he actually muzzled the deamn thing, in fear it'll otherwise mkae problems at the hearing. Rubbing his eyes and cloth-covered forehead, getting accostumed once again to the bright light of the surface world, he rushes towards the place where the trial takes place, realizing he mgiht well be late. As the gnome sees that his time is yet to come, he finds himself a place among the crowd, without attracting more attention than it is inevitable without special measures, and sits down to wait and listen.
Khaira 08-09-05, 08:33 PM	(Sorry, Myran, but I can't continue to wait longer - this trial needs to get out of it's dormant, stagnant state.) Myranthor I nodded, pondering the honorable knight's testimony considering where the law was different. I regarded Tyrion with curious skepticism, posing my next question. "Tell me, Tyrion: was Khaira not captured before Hillsfar was occupied brutally and violently by the Army of Light, and was she not in the borders of Hillsfar at the time she as captured? It was my belief, also, that she was operating with the blessings of the current Lady of Hillsfar. If these facts are indeed true, would it not make sense for the Lady Khaira to be judged under the laws of Hillsfar, not under the laws of the Army of Light, which are undoutedly heavily biased, considering our current location and company?"
kulideb 08-20-05, 04:24 AM	The blond haired elf sat up a little straighter in her chair, a slight smile played on her lips as she heard Myranthors words to Tyrion. Such a simple statment, and yet one that could have a deep impact on so many who had served at Hillsfar. For Khaira had been under her orders and if Lady Khaira was found guilty then the implications could be far reaching as it would mean that she too was guilty..and Agudo? For wasn’t it his fault that she had ended up as Lady of Hillsfar. The elf sighed, so much trouble and at the root of it Agudo for wasn’t it he who had cursed Messianica, the same curse that was then passed on to her. The same curse that had resulted in Khaira being caught in the middle of both armies. Kulideb’s fingers played with a lock of hair as she mulled over her thoughts.
Drindin 08-25-05, 11:44 PM	Shades looks over at Kulideb. He offers a comforting hand, resting it on her shoulder. "It should be over soon, Kuli. Worry not.."
Khaira 09-08-05, 11:26 PM	((Ho-hum :waits: Ho-hum :bump: ))
ruthia 09-08-05, 11:47 PM	((Hum..Ho?)) Ruthia looks around at the gathering, a bored expression on her face. o O(Wish this was over with. I need to check on my brother)
kulideb 09-27-05, 03:16 AM	While waiting for the hearing to continue the elf doodle on her pad. He loves me..he loves me not.. she wrote in each petal of the flower she had drawn.
Good Knight 10-20-05, 04:22 PM	(((((OOC seems a shame to let this grand story die without a fight :P )))) The trial had gone far to long thanks to that diabolical dragon Ruthia and her infidel elvin lawyer Myranthor The young fey pup had successfully tied up this clear cut trial into nothing but knots Yet the elder Knight was not so easily defeated For he had prepared for such an event as this It was not by accident that Firecam had built the hanging platform in advance After all this was a military outpost in the middle of a ruined city conquered by him Keldorn Firecam honorable Knight of the Radiant Heart Order stood slowly reaching for his silver encrusted blade He nodded at the rear court guards who had stood silently over this farce of a trial that had last several days to long They moved closer to Khaira the Bardess temptress Dozens more of his troops filed the courtroom deadly weapons drawn There was only one out come to this trial....... With a sly smile Firecam spoke Ladies and Gentleman of the court my apologies but this comical game is over It has become even more clear this harpy Khaira has stacked the jury with her fanatical fowlers He pointed his chained glove hand at Kulideb She of all people would be most bitter against the beloved and goodly Agudo I can not let this go on!!! Then with an angry sneer he glared at Khaira Its obvious that the winch Khaira is guilty of betraying Agudo leader of this righteous crusade She foully freed the murderer Kheldar from his rightful prison and worst of all freely admits it She was seen by many doing this fiendish act and now will pay the price Jumping onto the table with more agility than one would think a man of his age could Keldorn Firecam pulled out his trusted magical sword. Judgment has been cast against thy toung Khaira! For the sake of my dear friend Agudo I will not kill you but.... I will have your ((voce)) torn from thy evil spewing mouth Guards seize Khaira now!
Khaira 10-20-05, 04:45 PM	Khaira remained seated even as Keldorn leaped up and drew out his sword. She remained coldly calm as she regarded Keldorn's approach. Looking around, however, she became more than a little angry when Keldorn ordered the other knights to seize her. At his final words, Khaira's eyes filled with a feral rage, jumping up herself. "Judgment has been cast against thy toung Khaira! For the sake of my dear friend Agudo I will not kill you but.... I will have your voice torn from thy evil spewing mouth Guards seize Khaira now!" Khaira's voice, filled with anger and rage, flowed with a metallic sound throughout the area, filling the ears of jurors, audience, and judge alike. She pointed at Keldorn angrily, her eyes ablaze with fury. It seemed as if the very fires of hell were alit within those formerly calm, cool eyes. "Fool of a Knight you are, Keldorn! When was it, then, that you became judge, jury, and executioner? I always knew that Agudo and you favored law and order, but never would I have guessed that the both of you would have favored the dictatorship and iron boot akin to the Red Wizards of Thay!" Khaira regarded the advancing knights and Keldorn. She supposed, too, that Tyrion and Rayek would soon turn against her. After all, they were with the Army of Light, were they not? It did seem, perhaps, that she may very well fall in this despicable, rotten place of supposed judgement. Eyeing Keldorn with an iron gaze, Khaira's form seemed strong, resilient, even with the lack of her weapons. Her voice again rang out, filling the area, full of rage and defiance. "You will have to take my life before you take my voice, coward!" Khaira's voice, then, began to lift up in song, her melodic voice filling the room, energy seeming to form up and flow within and throughout the bardess, her voice seeming to gain an ever resonating power as her song continued. "Dragon fog and chameleon sight, to me the crowded sea! Around, inside, behind me, light refract and bend, Let the vision of infidels from this point on, Be blinded to the sight of me!" Khaira let the last of the notes fade away into silence, her physical form seeming to also fade away from physical sight...
Evander-Sunstrike 10-20-05, 05:26 PM	"Then with an angry sneer he glared at Khaira Its obvious that the winch Khaira is guilty of betraying Agudo leader of this righteous crusade She foully freed the murderer Kheldar from his rightful prison and worst of all freely admits it She was seen by many doing this fiendish act and now will pay the price." Khaira was not the only one who was defiant towards Keldorn about this sudden change in pace of the trial. As Keldorn was speaking, Evander's limbs tensed, and his hand moved ever so sleightly closer towards the long bow that hung at his back. When the other knights began to move into the courtyard and Keldorn drew his own sword, Evander leaped out of his chair, drawing his bow as he does so. In the blink of an eye, he had an arrow notched to the string. In the next moment, he drew the bow taut, and aimed it at Keldorn. "Foul knight of dishonor, ye have no right to speak those words nor pass such a judgement! As the Lady has stated ... are you, now a dictator or a messenger of the gods?" Evander paused, gauging the reactions of the other knights around him, and then his voice rang out again, in Keldorn's direction. "Death before dishonor! Respect for all peers and equals; courtesy to all lessers. Such are the Tenants of the Knighthood! You dishonor Khaira and so dishonor me this hour with your uncourtesy and your presumptions of power! I swear to you now, Traitor of the Knighthood, if you do not call off your men and back down, I will ensure that your blackened, merciless heart ceases to beat this day!" Evander glared at Keldorn, the arrow trained directly on the knight, as he waited for a response from Keldorn and a reaction from the remainder of the knights...
ruthia 10-20-05, 06:11 PM	You will have to take my life before you take my voice, coward!" Khaira's voice, then, began to lift up in song, her melodic voice filling the room, energy seeming to form up and flow within and throughout the bardess, her voice seeming to gain an ever resonating power as her song continued. "Dragon fog and chameleon sight, to me the crowded sea! Around, inside, behind me, light refract and bend, Let the vision of infidels from this point on, Be blinded to the sight of me!" Khaira let the last of the notes fade away into silence, her physical form seeming to also fade away from physical sight... Ruthia stands with an anger growl as Keldorn yells for the guards to take Khaira. She sends a glance at Khaira, seeing that Khaira is preparing to flee. With a bent head she forms her will and a mumbled word is all that crosses her lips. The area immdiately around Khaira is suddenly shielded, Keldorns knights may not get through without help. She watches Khaira dissappear with approval in her eyes.... o O(*Namaarie arwenamin. Tenna' ento lye omenta) She then turns to look at Keldorn , shaking her head. "#Amin feuya ten' lle" Is all she says before looking at Agudo sadly. "Your knight friend here has twice now past a judgement that wasn't his to pass. It was yours. Your allies fall from you Agudo, where will you be when you truely need their help?" Ruthia walks away from this sad day, Malendor; Ramoth: And the rest quickly in tow. Far away from the camp there is a flash of light, three great dragons carrying passangers take of into the air and dissappear into the unseen. (((OOC: * (To Khaira though she wouldn't know it)Farewell my lady. Untill next we meet. (To Keldorn) #You digust me.))
Agudo Archmage 10-20-05, 08:58 PM	Ruthia?:dragon: (((OOC: * Farewell my lady. Untill next we meet. #You digust me.)) ((OOC)) Ok what did you say to Khaira? :thinks: http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongagudo.gif Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley Was Agudo in on this? He did not say as he stood raping his cloak around him he only shed a tear. It seem all hell had broken loose as he watched what was taking place The bitter words of Ruthia were not surprising for the dragon kind were known for such things. Khaira attempted escape was not surprising to him he knew it was the excuse she needed to justify her acts Khaira Dragon fog and chameleon sight, to me the crowded sea! Around, inside, behind me, light refract and bend, Let the vision of infidels from this point on, be blinded to the sight of me!" Yet what surprised the Light Mage was the fact that Firecam did not attempt to stop her. Blinking for a moment he looked at his old and dear friend as if trying to fathom his actions just for a second he saw into his friend eyes and Agudo thought with shock You want Khaira to escape?
ruthia 10-20-05, 09:24 PM	((Fixed it))
Good Knight 10-20-05, 11:07 PM	On queue the harpy made her attempt to escape Khaira "Dragon fog and chameleon sight, to me the crowded sea! Around, inside, behind me, light refract and bend, Let the vision of infidels from this point on, Be blinded to the sight of me!" It was then that Agudo caught eye of the sly look on Keldorn Agudo Blinking for a moment he looked at his old and dear friend as if trying to fathom his actions just for a second he saw into his friend eyes and Agudo thought with shock You want Khaira to escape? With a whimsical look that he quickly clouded with angry bravado as not to deny the Bard her dramatic escape Stop her! Blast you harpy of deception A cleric of the Radiant Heart order cast a ((revelation spell)) in hopes of showing the where about of Khaira Three of the guards let loose with magical ((stunning arrows)) toward Khaira last known spot Another through a bucket of fine white powder on the ground in hopes of seeing any invisible persons tracks Swords were drawn and shouts could be heard everywhere At that moment as to aid Khaira desperate run from justice Evander took arms against the army of Light Evander he had an arrow notched to the string. In the next moment, he drew the bow taut, and aimed it at Keldorn. Foul knight of dishonor, ye have no right to speak those words nor pass such a judgment! As the Lady has stated ... are you, now a dictator or a messenger of the gods?" Firecam stood his ground as the love struck blind follower of Khaira Bellowed his childish threats with egotistical vigor Evander paused, gauging the reactions of the other knights around him, and then his voice rang out again, in Keldorn's direction. Evendor "Death before dishonor! Respect for all peers and equals; courtesy to all lesser. Such are the Tenants of the Knighthood! You dishonor Khaira and so dishonor me this hour with your uncourtesy and your presumptions of power! Firecam spat on the ground Silence weak kneed lover of Khaira A righteous Knight does not stand by and let evil destroy goodness with trickery This trail has been soiled by the obvious attempts of Khaira own lawyer Myranthor who must have known his client is guilty for he slowed this trail down until others were lolled into a false stopper She even admitted her evil acts of guilt of freeing the murderer of Agudo Yet Khaira or her fiendish lawyer tampered with the jury by planting Kulideb in the jury to free her Yet the blind fool Elf would here none of it Evendor I swear to you now, Traitor of the Knighthood, if you do not call off your men and back down, I will ensure that your blackened, merciless heart ceases to beat this day!" Raising his magical sword Keldorn shook his head’ I will show mercy on you Evendor for it is clear you are under Khaira evil spells of lies With a simple fain he pretended to strike out at Evendor but then jumped to the side Behind Evendor one of firecam's Knights was attempted to kick the elf in the back with her hard boot In hopes of knocking the elf to the ground To the other side was another guard who shot forth a ((Magical Slowing Dart)) Fircam who jumped out of way looked on as Ruthia and her family did nothing but run like all dragons do....Firecam grimiced...that was not part of his plan
Evander-Sunstrike 10-20-05, 11:36 PM	With a simple fain he pretended to strike out at Evander but then jumped to the side Behind Evander one of firecam's Knights was attempted to kick the elf in the back with her hard boot In hopes of knocking the elf to the ground To the other side was another guard who shot forth a ((Magical Slowing Dart)) Even as Keldorn began his simple feint, Evander let loose on his arrow, sending the shaft flying for Keldorn's chest, just as he promised. Turning around, Evander sent a second and a third arrow, in quick succession at the knight preparing to fire a dart at him. Looking at Keldorn's darting form, Evander sent a fourth arrow at him before getting kicked in the back of the legs, his bow flying from his hands. Moving into a roll, Evander came up again, drawing his great sword out. Glaring at Keldorn, Evander pointed at the knight, yelling out "Dishonorable Keldorn, you will be mine!" With a rush and a lunge, Evander thrust his blade at Keldorn's midsection.
Khaira 10-20-05, 11:51 PM	Khaira shook her head in amusement from her invisibile position several feet away as she watched the arrows sink into the ground where she had been, only a few moments ago. With silent, formless feet, Khaira crept up to where Keldorn was standing, addressing Evander. It was then that the cleric's revelation spell took effect, and Khaira suddenly wavered into view behind Keldorn ... holding a dagger! With a great leap, Khaira attempted to thrust the dagger upward into the arrogant knight's ribs, leaping back in the next moment. Grinning at Keldorn, she shook her head and shrugged nonchalantly. "You'll never see a harpy as bad as me, Keldorn you fool. Harpies are bad, but I know of a creature that can be even worse..." Khaira's words were interrupted suddenly as the shrill cry of an all-too-familiar and very large bird of prey rent the air in two...
Good Knight 10-21-05, 01:38 AM	Evander ...sent a fourth arrow at him before getting kicked in the back of the legs, his bow flying from his hands. The misguided elf like most of his kind was quick with the arrow The first missed but the second struck the plating on his shoulder The sting and near penetration shook his arm all the way to his long sword Fortunately a quick thinking fellow Knight had kicked the menacing elf in the back causing Evender to loose his bow Evender . Moving into a roll, Evander came up again, drawing his great sword out. Glaring at Keldorn, Evander pointed at the knight, yelling out "Dishonorable Keldorn, you will be mine!" With a rush and a lunge, Evander thrust his blade at Keldorn's midsection With a mad dash that almost caught the elder Knight by surprise The vengeful Evender whip out his own two handed sword The lunge was desperate but his aim was true Yet like some strange twist of fate...be it a painful one Khaira like the assassin she freed attempted to plunge her deadly knife within the brave Firecam Ironically it was that attempt that saved Firecam’s life.... The same female Knight that had kicked Evender saw the wicked Khaira come out of invisibility spell Lord Keldorn..beeehind youu She screamed ....for as the deadly knife pricked ever so painful into Keldorn’s mid side it caused the elder Knight to move out of the on coming sword of Evender With a now pained smile Firecam took this opportunity to add to the irony and give Evender an attempted second kick This time the kick was aimed the hilt of Evender sword that surely with any luck will thrust through the Harpy Khaira saucy body by Evender’s own hand Keldorn then heard the loud shriek Khaira "You'll never see a harpy as bad as me, Keldorn you fool. Harpies are bad, but I know of a creature that can be even worse..." Khaira's words were interrupted suddenly as the shrill cry of an all-too-familiar and very large bird of prey rent the air in two... Another irony Firecam thought as held his side For he had been disappointed in Ruthia quick retreat Never the less this streaking creature will do For behind the Judges chair forty feet away hiding by a tent Stood a well dressed Gnome He playfully jumped and down and the fighting took place Like Keldorn this mechanically inclined Gnome of masterful works was just as disappointed to see Ruthia leave Then he looked and saw the large bird of pray Like some kid in the candy store he grabbed hold of the due hickeys device in the tent “Yes now this will be the first successful test of Dragonslicer 123.b/z5643 The pointy haired Gnome said gleefully Puffs of smoke could be seen as the bizarre like catapult sputtered to life On it was a long arrow of its own that seems to follow the bird it twisted and turned in every witch way that it could then a wheezy mechanical voce came out of the due hicky device that he held “taaaarget Bizzz acquired” With a rush of wind hat kncked the Gnoem on his butt the large arrow shot out speeding toward it target Three nets shot out aorund it as well attempting to snare the bird in case it missed All along the happy Gnome jumped up and down Yeeeesss it didnt blow up!!!
Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai 10-21-05, 05:59 AM	"My liege, it all goes whack!", yelped the bald-headed gnome, when the knights replaced words with swords, as if to himself. The voice that answered could only be heard by him, however, and that fact was likely a blessing to all who were present. He nodded quickly, and remianed in his place. He remained seated even as the dragons, inclueding Ruthia, took theyr leave after throwing in theyr small addition to the disorder. As the batle between two sides - both seeking Khaira's release - went on, he recieved a new order, still with the voice that would throw the raging abyss around onto a new layer, if anyone but the gnome could hear it. Following the new command, he began makign his way towards the spot where the other gnome stood, and with a less than perfect timing, arrived just before the projectiles were lounched. "Come, fothars! Come and give your lives for the Hive!" Somewhere on the line between the other gnome's device and Khaira's roc, the air seems to quiver for a moment, as the Ethereal plane spits the least of its children into the realm of matter. Five dark, crablegged and sticky fothars of indefinite shape appear, and drift dumbly in the air untill one is impaled on the arrow and three others are cought in the nets - all four consequently tumbling down - leaving the last one to slowly and aimlessly spin around in its newfound lonelyness, now useless for the one who summoned it. Ripping off the band from his forehead and revealing a third, monsterous eye, the Hive's agent stands before the other gnome and his dragonslicer, seeking to prevent any further actions from the latter's side.
Khaira 10-21-05, 02:47 PM	Khaira cursed softly to her self as she felt her dagger only sleightly pierce the knight's flesh. She'd hoped for a much better strike, perhaps to maim the foolish Keldorn. It was then, however, in the aftermath of her own strike that she saw Evander's thrust, altered by Keldorn's foot, moving towards her own midsection! With a leap and a roll born out of haste and necessity, Khaira quickly moved. There was no way that she could avoid the blade that was already moving with such heavy momentum. While she avoided the full force of the blade, her tumbling was thrown off balance as the blade grazed her side, causing her to fall in the middle of her roll. Leaping up, on quick feet, Khaira retreated to where she could be, relatively, undisturbed, looking to Agudo as she did so. "So, at long last we finally are able to see the truth of what the Great Agudo sees for justice; it is not justice at all, but an iron-booted dictatorship, where the Great and All-Powerful Agudo rules over all of the wills of every species of Faerun!" Still running, Khaira leapt for the Judge's Podium, landing neatly upon the seat. She realized, then, that if she were to have any chance of either defeating Keldorn OR getting out of here alive, she'd have to eliminate some of the external threats... Softly, Khaira began to sing, her voice floating out into the crowd of battling knights and spellcasters*. "We fight and toil and strive to kill the ones still alive, You bleed, and sweat and toil for those you see to be evil, And yet still what you cannot see, Is that the only one's you defeat ... are ye. You and me, me and you, are we really that different? The only difference I see is the one who commands us. We are One, you and I, through and through, flesh and flesh. The same heart beats within us, the same loves guides us. Pause your bloodshed, your vigor and, I beg of ye, Consider for just a moment, The difference between you and I..." It was then that Swiftwing, Kharia's faithful airborne Roc, began to soar down into the air, after giving a fond, thankful nuzzle to the spontaneous appearance of the fothar's that had now saved its life. Spotting Khaira, standing upon the Judge's podium, the Roc continued to make its descent... * This is the Bardic Music Ability Fascinate
Evander-Sunstrike 10-21-05, 02:55 PM	Evander growled as he accidentally scraped Khaira, turning around to face Keldorn after Khaira had secured her own safety. He would have to trust that she could take care of herself, for now ... "So, Keldorn, this is how you fight, is it? Dirty, dishonorable, actions of deceit? You're worse than Kheldar!" Evander hefted his blade into a ready position, and nimbly leaped at Keldorn, his sword cleaving in a downward strike, before leaping back into a defensive position, his body tensed to duck and roll at a moment's notice.. "You will not leave this day with yer life, Fallen Knight!"
Agudo Archmage 10-21-05, 04:42 PM	http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongagudo.gif Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley Deadly bolts, arrows darts spears and other weapons of maiming zoomed by back and forth as the courtroom disintegrated into battle Chairs and tables were knocked over people ran for cover Yet the Archmage of Light barely noticed as he slowly made his way out It was then with less than her normal grace Khaira landed almost backwards near his feet Then leaping up she backed away as she hotly eyed him Khaira . While she avoided the full force of the blade, her tumbling was thrown off balance as the blade grazed her side, causing her to fall in the middle of her roll. "So, at long last we finally are able to see the truth of what the Great Agudo sees for justice; it is not justice at all, but an iron-booted dictatorship, where the Great and All-Powerful Agudo rules over all of the wills of every species of Faerun!" Agudo frowned at her yet said nothing Khaira . Still running, Khaira leapt for the Judge's Podium, landing neatly upon the seat. She realized, then, that if she were to have any chance of either defeating Keldorn OR getting out of here alive, she'd have to eliminate some of the external threats... Softly, Khaira began to sing, her voice floating out into the crowd of battling knights and spellcasters*. "We fight and toil and strive to kill the ones still alive, You bleed, and sweat and toil for those you see to be evil, And yet still what you cannot see, Is that the only one's you defeat ... are ye. You and me, me and you, are we really that different? The only difference I see is the one who commands us. We are One, you and I, through and through, flesh and flesh. The same heart beats within us, the same loves guides us. Pause your bloodshed, your vigor and, I beg of ye, Consider for just a moment, The difference between you and I..." Seeing the effect her magcial words had on others in the courtroom Agudo had almost missed the sly smile on Firecam face once more ....and the reason why became clear.... Like before the Radiant Heart Knight seemed very pleased at the sound of Khaira voice to happy for soemone who didnt care for her. off to the side stood a rather well known enchanter ...at least in some circles She was wearinga simple brown robe her dark skin barely showed Yet the item she held was glowing Letting out a sigh Agudo knew that he would have to intervene Mumbling sadly through teary eyes Surely in your heart you know Khaira that your words would be your undoing Perhaps you just didn’t know what words........or when Khaira . It was then that Swiftwing, Kharia's faithful airborne Roc, began to soar down into the air, after giving a fond, thankful nuzzle to the spontaneous appearance of the fothar's that had now saved its life. Spotting Khaira, standing upon the Judge's podium, the Roc continued to make its descent... The little pointy haired Gnome jumped for glee even shouting happily as the Rock bird came closer to his weapon Yes yeeees I cant belive its working so well...ill be famouse in the science halls of Gnomeland The mechanical arrow zoomed at Khaira beloved flying creature The Gnome looked on bemused as he saw several evil creatures get hit by the nets but other nets and the arrow zoomed on to its target...Khaira bird The nets spreading farther apart to try to catch the large bird as Khaira stood on the podium
Good Knight 10-21-05, 05:18 PM	Some in the courtroom even a few guards began to cry as they heard the musical words of Khaira to stop fighting and laid down there weapons The captain of the guards began yelling at them to get up But others were to well trained to simply give in so easily Four guards took position to the far side of Evender loading there Crossbows Keldorn Firecam was very pleased even as the blind follower of Khaira continued his desperate taunts It was clear Evender wanted Khaira to run to freedom while he sacrificed himself Like some director of a Poetic Tragic Play Firecam was almost done He glanced at the brown robed enchantress who nodded slowly her covered head At the same time the Cleric who had cast the Revelation Spell to find Khaira Now focused his attention on lord Keldorn Casting a Healing spell to heal Firecam wounded side and once done began a chant a (Magical Curse) to lower Evender ability fight Firecam laughed as he saw not only was he healed but that Khaira own ego to be heard above all had aided his paid Enchantress in his plan “We shall see misguided fanatic of Khaira I stand for all that is Righteous and Good You Evender stand for a guilty woman like Khaira who has aided in the escape of a known murderer of the beloved Agudo And that makes you guilty in aiding her criminal acts ....O’ you fallen Evender.....soon your face shall be on wanted posters all through the Realm as a wanted Criminal Raising his large magical sword he swung two defensive blows Then with a jump and a turn the tip Firecam sword hooked a small chair that was then flung at Evender This allowed Keldorn own Knights to aim there Crossbows at Evender Sending several stunning bolts at his chest and legs
ruthia 10-21-05, 06:04 PM	((Aka: Dragons don't run, they protect family above all else!)) With a icey cold back draft of air Ruthia reappears in her dragon from directly in front of Evander. No bigger then a warhorse, but every bit as deadly as her bigger self, she turns with surprising speed to snap at the first guard taking Aim at Evander while swiping her tail at another, chest level. The one she aims her teeth at falls backwards on himself to get out of the way while the other is flung by Ruthia's powerful tail, conviently in the direction of Keldorn! Unfortantly they had already sent off their stunning bolt, but fortunetly for Ruthia scales are a bit hard to priece.They bounce of with a clunk. The chair Keldorn threw also bounces off her with a loud clattering sound as it breaks. Leaveing Evander with two to deal with while Ruthia turns to look at Khaira. She takes in the situation and in an instant not only relizes what Khaira's doing, but also Swiftwing is doing. She sits there protecting Evander with her scaly hide while waiting for an oppertunity.
Khaira 10-21-05, 10:31 PM	OOC Clarification Time With a rush of wind hat kncked the Gnoem on his butt the large arrow shot out speeding toward it target Three nets shot out aorund it as well attempting to snare the bird in case it missed ((According to your first post, ONE arrow was shot from the whatever-you-call-it and, from this arrow THREE (not four or five or six or seven ... but THREE nets were shot out from this arrow. And now I refer you to Quathmoir's post: Five dark, crablegged and sticky fothars of indefinite shape appear, and drift dumbly in the air untill one is impaled on the arrow and three others are cought in the nets - all four consequently tumbling down - leaving the last one to slowly and aimlessly spin around in its newfound lonelyness, now useless for the one who summoned it. So, according to your post, there is no arrow or nets with which can be used to capture Swiftwing according to your own post! It is my ruling, in fact, that since, according to your own post, the arrow and nets have already served their purpose, they are no longer in operating condition! Wake up and smell the coffee, people, and pay attention to what you are saying in your own post!!!!! :rant: End OOC Post
Khaira 10-21-05, 10:58 PM	Khaira's bardic class was still sitting, in open mouthed awe, at the battle scene before them. The ring leader stood up from where he'd been sitting at the aisle, and turned to his classmates. "Come on, guys, we gotta help Khaira!" The youngster, followed by his 30-40 other classmates, all began charging willy-nilly through the area, assaulting any knights that were still up. Seeing Evander's plight with the crossbow, five students ran past him, shouting to him. "Don't worry, Mr. Sunstrike, hurt the bad knight for attacking our teacher! We'll take care of things!" Three of the students leapt on one of the crossbow men, their savage nature coming out as two of them latched on with their teeth to his arm, while the other two simply moved up to the other crossbow men and kicked out at his shins and knees. Meanwhile, the a large group of the bardic students move over to the brown robed magic-caster, beginning to besiege her from all sides. Khaira At the same time that the enemy enchanter began to weave her spell, Khaira's voice again began to weave its own magic of song, the air seeming to raise in power of intensity as she continued. "Lle naa belegohtar, Cormlle naa tanya tel'raa, 'Lla jhena dutyr Nadorhuan, Lye nuquernuva sen e dagor, Gurth goth rim lye, sgiathatch!"* Khaira finished her song at the same time as the enchanter finished her spell upon Evander and, oddly enough, Khaira's own energy forged by her just-finished song seemed to beat back and negate her own spell. That same energy swirled around and throughout Ruthia, seeming to invigorate and revive her. (FoD permitting) Swiftwing With his path now unhindered in any way, shape, or form, the gargantuan bird saw exactly where it needed to go. It began to dive down, faster than a speeding bullet ... straight into the gnome and its dastardly contraption! Pulling itself up, the Roc looked around and screeched in a maddening rage, flapping its wings faster and faster and faster, creating a great and powerful gust of wind. *Translation from Ancient Elvish: Your hearts are that of a lion, you are mighty warriors, defenders of the free. No honor have I been accorded, when the lives of my dearest are sacrificed for me, Thus let us fight this day, and destroy the foes of elves and dragons. This day, we triumph! Statistical effect is that of a morale/combat abiliity booster.
ruthia 10-22-05, 09:17 AM	Feeling oddly invigirated Ruthia looks at Khaira with one of her may facated eyes which are currently glowing red with anger. The one looking at Khaira gets a wave of blue running through it briefly making it appears to wink at her. Turning her attention completely on Keldorn and Agudo she opens her mouth as if to roar at them, but instead lets out a spectacular example of dragon's fire! As the hot flames leaves her mouth and starts the grasses infront of her and her current "enemies" she stands on her hide legs and beats her wings. This creates an instant wind which forces the fire she just started towards Keldorn and Agudo with surprising speed.
Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai 10-22-05, 06:40 PM	"Eek! Great Mother, hide me!!!", screams Swiftwing's terrified savior, fearing that what he sees as little more than a dumb beast would make a snack of two gnomes instead of one. Thin roots that look somewhat like tentacles close around his ankles, and forceully draw him into the ground, thus hiding him from the wind created by the wild motions of those - errr - swift wings, and hopefully also from the roc's beak. Thankful as he is to the Godess, he can't help but cower still, since his head remained above the ground's level - exposed. Surely, he muses, the aerial monster dives thus following an instinct to destroy the source of danger - the dragonslicer. If only his weapons were with him, he'd ruin the damn machine the moment he reached it, thus sparing himself the current frightening situation... maybe. But witnesses were not permitted to bring in weapons, unless they were well-known and trusted individuals, or doubled as guards. Naturally, that arrangement proved quite useless in maintaining order - the Maiekrat's own laws would never let such a chaos ensue during a circling that's meant to carry out judgement. With one eye, the gnome watches Swiftwing's descent uppon the dragonslicer and its designer/operator, and with two others - on the many opportunities around the battlefield, which his own inferior form prevents him from taking simultaneous advantage of. His mind, at the same time, remains open to the querrying and direction of his masters.
Agudo Archmage 10-22-05, 07:21 PM	(((((OOC))))) LOL :P I never said the ((size of the nets and how many they could hold)) Just the numbers....so yes several can be held with one or more I agree that Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai some what ignored ((FOD rules)) But I was willing to work with him on the nets Besides if Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai wants to impale his creature on the arrow I saw no reason not continue with the arrow moving at its original target Granted a bit gory.....yet dramatic
Khaira 10-22-05, 08:07 PM	((You're arrow is done; no matter how skillfully crafted, I am highly inclined to doubt that an arrow can piece through a body, continue through the body, and travel 40 or more feet to pierce ANOTHER creature. And, unless the nets can span an additional 20, 30, or 40 feet, they are done too. What you suggest is, really, pretty ridiculous.))
Agudo Archmage 10-22-05, 08:12 PM	The sudden return of Ruthia only added to the chaos She lashed out at some of the Knights with her tail but then turned her wiled anger against Agudo and Keldorn Her fiery breath is going everywhere that they are On onside Keldorn who battles Evender He slash and twist about matching great Sword strike with great Sword strike and great vigor for his age. Firecam is enthralled by the contest of wills He feels the Elf’s hot breath so close do they strike and fend each other with swords that he is able to speak almost face to face “Come ...now .....Evender you’re... (Steel clashes with Steel) A ...young buck..... (Clash)...ways... are no match for my experience And so they would have found out who would win until one hot tempered dragon shot forth a her fire wave in the courtroom Firecam leaps behind Evender in hope of buying time from the scorching burning wave. Keldorn can feel the blast heat hit and it burns even as he is jumping away Somewhat farther away looking about 10 feet away at the brown robe enchantress The Archmage of Light became very concerned for the safety of the bard class For the Enchantress was caught by surprise at there young antics of valor to defend Khaira and Evender She screamed out You fool!!! The glow that she was controlling sparkled wieldy Grabbing hold of the nearest attacker by the arm even as the others bards laid hold of her as well She began to cast an enchant that would enslave them...but then she heard the dragon Fearing the young bards would be hurt Agudo was getting ready counteract any enchant the brown robe women would have done But he then heard a loud defining roar of a familiar dragon Turning in time he lifted his enchanted staff The fire of her breath engulfed him blowing hot air all around him The brown robe enchantress scream in pain as the fire hit her as well All along she attempted to hold onto one of the bards that attacked her Agudo screamed through the fire Ruthia Nooooo For the courtroom was filled with bards knights and other on lookers all trying to get out Women and men of all races tried to take cover from the fighting not only with Khaira Evender and Firecam but now a huge Dragon Even as he spoke his skin blistered from her onslaught *** Behind the judge podium forty feet away even more hell was taking place The mechanical gizmo making gnome now had his own problems Ahhhhhhhh get it off of me The rock bird ruthless attack was unyielding Noooo Nooooot my invention ...noooo then his eyes went wide as he saw the impaled creature and arrow heading for them Oooonooooo not again... Quickly look at his pad of paper Plan B what is plan B....blast no plan B...says go to Plan C.....gulp in case of no plan B ....wear clean underwear ... The mechanical catapult began to smolder from the attack and sounded very very bad Popping noises could be heard as it was about to explode at the same time the arrow was coming from above at the bird and ...sadly the Gnome thought him Ahhhhhh
Agudo Archmage 10-22-05, 08:34 PM	(((OOC))) Its a Machine the size of a catapult The arrow is really LOL a gnome made rocket that’s in a shape of an arrow I really added that for some comical relief :) The nets were large for the size of the catapult And to be honest I was being nice to Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai He ignored FOD ...to stop my own weapons I just thought I would try to work with him
Evander-Sunstrike 10-22-05, 08:43 PM	Evander didn't speak a word as he expertly twisted, spun, and parried Keldorn's blows. His expression was grim and his eyes held a dark look of determination within their depths. At the new sound of Ruthia's intake of breath, Evander let himself get kicked and slashed by Keldorn's weapon before leaping and rolling a great distance, attempting to avoid the fire of Ruthia's breath. Even so, Evander felt the fire burn the skin of his left shoulder. Still, at least he'd escaped the brunt of the assault. Evander forgot Keldorn for the moment, instead regarding Khaira's troubles - especially that of the descending arrow. Grimly, Evander began to race over to where she was, murmuring to himself the whole time... Evander murmured a soft prayer to Mielekki as he continued to run and, suddenly, two things happened: His chain mail suddenly gleamed with a heavenly light and, like that, Evander was flying at a swift speed towards the arrow. In one of his hands he now held a small circlet, which he pointed at the dooming arrow. "Alanye ulyir, adane*!" At his words, a searing beam of burning light shot out, enveloping the large arrow in its light as it continued its descent, causing the arrow to diminish in size, gradually and eventually, burning the arrow to a light crisp before a very small version struck Swiftwing. Looking down to Khaira, he whispered harshly to her. "Arwenamin, rima siyi!!**" * Light of the gods, aid me! * My Lady, run now!
ruthia 10-22-05, 08:52 PM	Ruthia makes a mighty leap from the ground as her fire spreads out against those she sent it for. With two quick downbeats she is air born and flying towards the judges podium where she lands in front of it with a thud. She rears back on her hind legs as she grows to full size with wings outstreached, completely obstructing everyone elses view ot what is going on behind her. Flames trickles from her mouth as she looks out upon the crowd.
Khaira 10-22-05, 09:00 PM	Khaira looked around in horror and dismay ... everybody was fighting and dying. The students, whom she had viewed as her own children, were being burned alive. Her friends were in danger, she was in danger ... dammit, this all was going to hell! Looking up at the arrow, and around at the vast amounts of carnage, she was quite surprised to see Evander now, in fact, flying for the arrow and releasing a mighty beam of energy that decreased the risk factor of the arrow, but still made it a deadly force...with a great leap, Kharia landed upon Swiftwing's back, in the direct trajectory of the speeding arrow .... ... that pierced into her side. Clutching to her beloved companions' feathers, blood flowing freely down Swiftwing's side, Khaira murmured softly to Swiftwing. "Speed of light ... speed of sound ... from here we must now ... abound ..." Standing with strong legs, and haste spell taking effect around it's body, Swiftwing leapt up with great muscles and, within seconds, he was already floating in the air, but not before Khaira's already weakened - and near unconcious - state let out a hauntingly eerie voice, that seemed to float and echo between all of the battling, and through the minds of all those still battling. "Mellonea, amin hiraetha. Amin harmuva onalle e' cormamin. Cormamin niuve tenna' ta elea lle au'' Then, as Khaira's tears began to fall and her conciousness sank into the darkness, Swiftwing was already a blurring zoom, into the clouds and beyond. *My friends, I am sorry. I shall treasure your gifts this day with my heart, always. My heart shall weep until it sees thee all again...
Good Knight 10-22-05, 09:28 PM	Firecam wipe the soot and dirt from his face His backside some what blistered from the fiery blast of Ruthia He had landed close to the brown robe enchantress She screamed in pain finally letting go of the bard that had attacked her Glancing to where Ruthia stood yet couldn’t see what she was hiding Yet he barely could make out the Rock bird and Khaira flying away Then with sneer “Ruthia welcome back! I see you do what dragons do best ....blow hot air and burn things Without waiting for a reply he knelt down to aid enchantress Slightly staggering from her wait and his own wounds he picked her up in his arms She spoke softly I have what you asked ....Khaira ..Khaira wont..be.. Firecam Shook his head I know You have served me well and yes it worked I can feel the enchantment with me Those Knights that were left gathered a protective circle around him The cleric was doing what he could to heal the wounds of those stood near by even any young Bards that would alow him
ruthia 10-22-05, 09:43 PM	Ruthia drops to her front feeet and starts stomping out a few of the fires she started when she hears. Then with sneer “Ruthia welcome back! I see you do what dragons do best ....blow hot air and burn things With a low growl she looks for Agudo and fixes a balefully eye on him Agudo may hear ((FoD permitting)) o O(Agudo if you don't tell that stuppid dog of yours to shut up right now then I swear on the shell of my mothers egg I will show you EXACTLY how much damage a sorcory trained Pern Dragon can do!) She glares at him a bit to make sure her point got acrossed and then takes to the air, her down beats suddenly smoothering the fires as quickly as she started them. She hovers near Evander for a bit as she looks upon those on the ground.
kulideb 10-23-05, 06:34 AM	The little elf had been caught off gaurd, her gaze had been fixed on her love. Thoughts of a little house with a few half elven children had been running round her head. It took her a while to understand just what was going on, her first thought was to protect Shades. The elf called up a cloak of shadows and threw it over her love. Her hand went to her hip, but no sword hung there. Instead the elf ducked and dodged trying to reach her friend Khaira. The lady's words reached her, time seemed to pause, a tear twinkled in the elfs eye. "Till we meet again my friend!" She called out. OOC- Sorry my comp played up so I was late joining in the fight! The shadow cloak will only hide Shades in the Shadows not the shadow plane its self, it would also tangle him up explaining why he couldnt join the fight straight away, hope Drindin doesnt mind! :)
Agudo Archmage 10-23-05, 06:56 PM	((OOC Glad to have you back kulideb )) :D Just out side the court area sitting on a small rock no bigger than a Halfling Agudo was trying to put out the small blaze on the tip of his now scorched pointy hat. Keldorn Firecam proud memeber of the Radiant Heart Order of Knights came over as he patted the soot of his uniform. “Ahh here you are my Wizardly friend, I take it you had a hot time to night?” The Knight said with a weary smile as he knelt down to better look at his old friend Putting back on his hat rather gruffly he eyed Keldorn So tell me why did you let her go? Was it do to the enchantment Rubbing some ointment that the Cleric gave him for his blistered skin Firecam stopped in mid rub as he weakly chuckled “Who Ruthia? You think she didn’t like me or something Eyeing his friend see the protest on his face and knowing who the Light Mage really met With a sigh he looked up into the sky Khaira has a tragic past that goes beyond this trail and her misguided deed of freeing that lowlife dirty assassin Kheldar. Absently mindedly the Wizard searched for his corncob pipe in the many folds of his robe. He to was looking up into the sky as he spoke You know you didn’t answer my question Keldorn With a slight moan as if old age was catching up Firecam stood up with a whimsical sound in voice Like this trail how ironic that the Knight.... not the Wizard.... now talks in riddles of soon to be adventures With a laugh he added I should put on a gray cloak and gather me some Hobbits, for what lays ahead is just that kind of tail indeed Standing slowly with the Knight he smiled as he found his favorite pipe Taping it on his wrist he winked at his dear friend Well Gandoph! Smog the Dragon that being Ruthia has a message for you The Knight put his hands on his hips And that is? Putting his corncob pipe in his mouth but not yet lighting it Agudo seem to become mischiefly quiet Hearing Firecam clear his voice in inpatients Agudo laughed I believe it went something like this Ruthia o O(Agudo if you don't tell that stupid dog of yours to shut up right now then I swear on the shell of my mothers egg I will show you EXACTLY how much damage a sorcery trained Pern Dragon can do!) Dog? Firecam bellowed in obvious fain of whimsical drama rolling his eyes as he did It was then the corncob pipe lit up from magical means of Agudo power Taking a few slow puffs he closed his eyes Without opening them he playfully chided Keldorn “Not just Dog...a Dim-witted Dog” The Knight laughed for a good long moment Well then by her mother eggs or some such! I shall have to take her offer up sometime Reaching out to his stave from the thin air unseen by most human eyes until he touched it Agudo taped it on the ground a few times as if proclaiming to all and none that he was ready to leave. So my friend how shall you and your band of marry adventures of good deeds be getting home? As if on queue a good squire brought over his war horse The Knight reached out and patted her warmly “By horse of course! I wouldn’t dare miss all the adventures that lay ahead on the road You of all should know Agudo Then grabbing hold of Agudo in a warm bear hug and with a slight tear in his eye “Stay safe my brother in the all that is Righteous and Good Agudo returned the warm gesture patting Keldorn on the back You to my dearest friend Walk in the Light as always!” A short time latter just glad to have the trial over Agudo began to make the long walk home to his beloved school He liked walking and it was half the adventure after all ;)
ruthia 10-23-05, 07:08 PM	After watching the knights and such depart Ruthia the great White Dragon of Pern Slowly turns to Evander. With a gentle growl she nods her head and blinks into noexsistance, for You can not walk to get to Pern from here! :P
Evander-Sunstrike 10-24-05, 12:52 AM	As Swiftwing carried Khaira forth into the great beyond, Evander floated slowly to the ground and he was quiet for a moment, before murmuring in Elvish to himself. "Yenne'lamma telad; sinya telad wel-ettul*." Sighing, Evander began to move through the previously blood-filled, anarchaic battle field, pausing to stop beside Agudo and Keldorn, regarding Keldorn with a calm, though still grim, gaze. "I will not forget what you have done this day, Keldorn of the Radiant Heart, that is escapes my mind how you can still live with that title after all you've done. You think everything is black and white, plain and simple; cut, dried, and tied with a pretty ribbon ... just like that. You think Khaira - and anyone else - is either evil or not, moral or not. You do not consider the shades of gray that exist everywhere. Until you understand all that Khaira is and that she stands for, you have no right to do what you have done this day." Evander looked to Agudo, then, pausing for a long moment as he regarded the Archwizard. "You still think she betrayed you and that she is now your enemy, don't you? Know this: Khaira hasn't many she calls friend. But before you measure her betrayal, perhaps you should, instead, take time to understand her and her motives. The two, I assure you, are vastly different, moreso than the difference between a Red Wizard and one Agudo Archmage." Moving swiftly, the Elven Ranger began to move past the tents, to find his own horse. Pausing, he called over his shoulder to Keldorn as he went. "...and I will have you know that, should you engage in such reckless behavior of injustice again, I will strike you down. Fare well." * The first part of my task is complete; the hardest part yet awaits me.
Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai 10-25-05, 09:26 PM	The moment he saw Swiftwing is fortunately ignoring him, the Hive's agent sighed with relief, and was "spit out" by the ground. The surviving Fothar has meanwhile drifted near, and the gnome atempted to use the momentum from his "ejection" to hold on to the summoned creature, but missed and landed on the ground. His next leap was more accurate, and mobilized all his strength; catching his summonee with his ahnds, he pulled himself ontop of it, and from there leaped towards the Roc, who was by that time taking flight. Should luck be on his side, he will land on Swiftwing's back, flat on his face, and be able to proceed with his mission. {{OOC: the following assumes he made it. If you rule that he failed to land on Swiftwing's back, just ignore it, and i'll edit and write a different continuance tomorrow}} "Phew! Yes!", cheered the gnome, resisting the urge to do a little dance of triumph {which would very likely cause him to fall from the aerial monster's back}, then looked a the unconceous bardess and murmured, much less cheerfully: "Hmm, i just hope she won't be angry at me for doing nothing to stop that little war we're leaving in our wake. Knowing what i know, her heart prolly drowns in blood for those people maing meatmash of eachother. Then again, why would she know i know what i know? And speaking of blood, there's job here to do, and it's not gonna get done if i'm not gonna ask for it; right." Kneels next to the bardess, the gnome's face becomes serious, stern, like one of a much larger, more self-important creature. Atleast, thus it can be interpreted by humanoid standarts. "Mugra' zandral - rghat z'ra Grldzag vovr lhazzrekk - rghat z'ra Armvzra z'ra negzez Rghat z'ra druzrag!" As the first line is uttered only halfway, the blood that left Khaira's veins begins to visibly bubble, becoming less liquid, and slowly, reluctantly, returns into the wound, which closes like an ugly maw, and spits the other gnome's shrinked arrow out of Khaira's body. By the end of the prayer, there is no sign of the wound. "Err, friend? Dear huge, menacing, noble surface-world avian... thing? Could you, ugh... Bah, nevermind." Leaving his attempts of speaking to Swiftwing {or maybe realizing that asking a bird to stop in the air is quite silly}, the gnome removes the waterskin from his belt, and tries to nurish the bardess fom it, while supporting her head with his hand, hoping she would regain conceousness before her mount desides to throw him off his back, and thus before he can speak to her. In between his attempts at "nursing", he ones looks sternly at his chest, poking the left of it with a thumb. "And you're staying gagged untill this matter is fully taken care of! And don't you even think of arguing." How would anyone, or anything, argue while gagged, remians a mistery, as the gnome returns his full attention to Khaira.
Khaira 10-25-05, 11:52 PM	It seemed to the gnome that, even as he leaped, Swiftwing almost slowed it ascent into the clouds. As he had a solid grasp on the giant avian creature, Swiftwing's speed suddenly increased. Simultaneously, the beaked face of the roc turned to regard the gnome, a glint in its eyes. Oddly enough to the gnome, Swiftwing almost seemed to smile to him. Could these creatures really ... smile? As the gnome continued to clamber up Swiftwing's back, he finally came upon Khaira's body, slumped, seemingly impossibly, on Swiftwing's broad back. The arrow was piercing at a seemingly impossible angle and, somehow the blood flowed around the arrow. In fact, as the gnome's prayer began to truly work its blessings on the unconcious, seemingly dying bardess, Swiftwing's head again turned to regard the gnome and seemed to purr happily at him. Did it just ... purr? Khaira, meanwhile, coughed and sputtered, sitting up weakly, looking to the gnome in surprise and shock. "Wha...who...where...what in the name of the hell's is going on and ... who're you!?" Khaira looked down to where the arrow had, previously, been impaled in her body. It had sleightly pierced several vital body organs, some of which still pained her, despite the spell the gnome had worked. She looked to the gnome with a weary thankfulness. "You ... saved my life and yet ... I know you naught and have given you no reason to trust me nor save my life. Do you have a gnome, little one?" Khaira's gaze strayed down to the receding scene vanishing far below them. How many of her students had died down there? How many knights, in their blind service, had died for Keldorn? Khaira's emerald green eyes dropped several drops of liquid from their depths as she watched the last of the land dissapear from them.
Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai 10-26-05, 02:55 AM	Swiftwing's "smile" made the gnome shiver, and when the roc went and purred at him, he felt very brave and pious for succeeding not to interrupt his prayer due to the imminent fear this caused in him. Large things that fly using wings were never his mug of stout, and he actually had his morphological inferiority to thank for not having seen Ruthia in her fury, while leavin the battlescene on one's back. As Khaira spoke, he smiled lightly, somewhat nervously, and put his wineskin back to its place. In his mind, he was wording what he's gonna say. After all, this went in a completely different way from the one planned, and his words should be altered accordingly. Though he was never too good with social interaction, bothering his superiors to aid him in choosing his words would be unthinkable. When finally she aksed him whether he has a gnome, the strange question completely shuffled his mental process. "Oh? Umm, yes, i am one; i mean no, because you see, i belong to those greater than me, so no, i don't have myself. No, wait, you couldn't be testing my faith, you're not that kind of human, right? You were prolly asking whether i have a spouse of my kind? Well, no, not yet, i can only do that when i'm safe; and when no one is nee... i mean when no one is wa... no, wait, that's not right, it should be when no one gives me any more o... " at that point he stops, blinks in confusion, and one can almost hear a metaphorical "hinge" dropping out of its place in his head, as he stares through Khaira, visibly surprised by something that happened within his own thoughts as a result of the bardess' question and his attempts to answer it. He doesn't seem too "far gone" to respond to further questions, however.
Khaira 10-26-05, 04:26 PM	Khaira regarded the curious gnome rather ... well, curiously. As he begin to stammer out answers about being a gnome and even called her a human, Khaira seemed to smile and even chuckle. "I'm dearly appologetic, my little friend ... I believe I asked if you were a gnome...damn, I must have gotten hit harder than I thought. " Khaira paused as she watched the gnome seem to fall away from himself. Edging up close to him, not trusting herself to stand and not fall down again - probably off of Swiftwing if she did - Khaira attempted to place a soft, caressing hand on the gnome's shoulder. Her voice was soft and sympathetic, flowing out to his ears. "What I meant, my brave rescuer, is what is your name and why did you risk yourself for my sake?"
Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai 10-26-05, 11:36 PM	"Oooohhh..." The gnome's sudden stress and confusion seem to disappear altogether as the elf's hand rests on him. "Oh, a name? I don't really have one. See, it's safer that way: once you got a name, your past can come scrying on you. And, like, that can't be good. People call me ways, though. Some call me Batwingz, Gentlegnome, Talktofiend, you can call me anythin' you feel like, really." His smile is much more sincere this time, and he speaks in a much more coherent way, too: "Oh, while i'm tempted to claim the securing of such smiting beauty as yours to be my own deed, the deed really isn't mine. See, i'm but the least of Her Excelence's serviles, and it was Her wisdom that led me to your aid this day; first as a witness on Her behalf, but when the trial became... you know... then it became clear that a witness is no longer what you need." At this point he warily glanced in the direction they came from, fearing the bardess will eventually chide him for not acting to stop the massacre. "To my superiors, it is clear that law, the way we see it, is on your side. Great powers were ready to capitulate senselessly from your side, because of a twisted perception of law. Ours, you see, is greater still, and far from fickle. My superiors all, and even Her Excelence, are positively impressed with you, and would be.... honored to enter a... relationship of mutual assistance with you." It seemed as though one word was almost phisically painful for him to pronounce, but he resumes his cheerful tone instantly. "Should you thus honor us, i will remain the contact, the gnome to bridge between Her Excelence's... community and you, to communicate each side's interrests to the other. For example, we understand there is a tool with which you used to create dramatism and eternal magnifisence, that has been taken away from you. Our... community would gladly aid in its retrievance, should you accept our aid." He smiles with saticefection, like a little boy who managed to solve a puzzle, obviously proud of himself for wording this suggestion comprehensibly. For a moment his gaze is touched by worry again, as he looks at some spot on the left of his chest, but whatever he might have feared must have turned out to be a false allarm, for he instantly resumes his pleasant demeanor, and looks back at the elf with a certain level of admiration.
Khaira 10-28-05, 02:28 PM	"Oh, a name? I don't really have one. See, it's safer that way: once you got a name, your past can come scrying on you." Khaira nodded somberly at his response. A moment of sudden sadness and regret seemed to flash before her eyes, her mind zoning out on the rest of what the nameless gnome had stated. It seemed that those bright, merry emerald green eyes of the normally carefree, jovial, fierce eyes of the infamous bardess softened into a sad reminiscience. Blinking several times, Khaira regarded the curious little gnome. Her smile was weak, yet still genuine and, when she finally gathered enough strength to speak again, her voice seemed, too, weak. "The arrow must've affected me more than I thought... Aye, I would agree with you, my friend ... names are oft-times a burden. An unnecessary burden, some would say. Who would think that the mere combination of letters would grant such vulnerability to one? What, then, may I call you?" "Should you thus honor us, I will remain the contact, the gnome to bridge between Her Excelence's... community and you, to communicate each side's interrests to the other. For example, we understand there is a tool with which you used to create dramatism and eternal magnifisence, that has been taken away from you. Our... community would gladly aid in its retrievance, should you accept our aid." Needless to say, Khaira was utterly shocked that her infamy and her actions had reached as far as to reach the ears of this curious little gnome's master or mistress. Her facial expression showed it, too; a dozen emotions were simultaneously splayed across her comely face. Shock, sadness, fear, apprehension, confusion, and elation all seemed to converge at once. Why would any leader care for her plight, in any sense of the word? Most individuals cared less for law, some lived it; here, she was judged by the word of the law. Yet, in this gnome's eyes, law was her salvation. Or was it...? "A twisted perception of law? I think, my friend, that is where you are wrong. These concepts, developed by all manner of species - law, order, chaos, anarchy, revenge, trust, loyalty - seem, to me, to become merely excuses for actions of individuals. Justification to kill or heal, hurt or assist, close one's mind or keep it open, trust or not." Khaira paused for a moment; how she explained her actions often disgusted and revolted others. They could not wrap their plain, simple minds around the fact that everything was not as cut and dry as it all first appeared. She may lose the allegiance of this representative, and this all of his people, but at least she could know that he knew, truly, where she stood. Khaira regarded the gnome with the trademark fierceness, defiance, and individuality that so marked the infamous bardess. "I do not follow such black and white concepts as law and order, chaos and anarchy, revenge and justice, death and life, good and evil. Such terms are often proven wrong, in the end. Such terms are, often, the falling of an individual who sees other points. I do not believe in any of these terms, for all too easily can they be twisted to serve the ends of any one person." Khaira looked down at the now dissapearing land of blood, hate, and "law" that they had so swiftly left. Khaira pointed down there, regarding the gnome with a somber look of regret for what had already transpired. "Case in point. Every person down there believed that they were doing the right thing. Keldorn believed, heart and soul, that he was fighting for law and order, as did Agudo. To them, they were not doing a single thing wrong. And yet, look how many lives were lost. Keldorn was willing to go against the very court whom he has sworn to protect, merely to claim my life - or, rather, my voice. Thus, I do not follow any skewed concept of law, justice, chaos, anarchy, death, life, revenge, or any other foolhardy concept forged by any one species." Khaira rose up, sleightly, to tap the gnomes forehead, where his brain was located. She sat back down, and motioned to where her heart was. She regarded the gnome steadily for a moment before continuing to speak. "These are what I follow - my head and my heart. In these, I can never go wrong. Where my heart is foolhardy, my mind, in its logic, intervenes. Who can say that what one feels for another is good or evil, orderly or chaotic, justice or not? I do what I feel is right ... I do waht I would wish for others to do for me. I hold nothing against those who follow such concepts of law, order, or chaos, but I know that they are not concepts, as such, that can be trusted. I will not blame my actions on these foolish concepts." She paused for a moment, and gazed sympathetically at the gnome, her emerald green eyes soft with pity. Most people thought that such emotions - pity, sympathizing, empathy, and like emotions - were beyond the bardess, that they showed her weakness. Such people did not know her well, in any sense. She wondered, however, if he, too, would be disgusted, revolted, and unallied with her. Would his master or mistress feel that they could not, under her beliefs, serve her well? Whatever happened, she did not hold it against the gnome nor his civilization - all must follow what they feel is right. In the end, it all leads to the same result - more bloodshed. Sighing softly, she spoke slowly, stating a simple yet complex question to the gnome. "Knowing what you now know of me - that I am a heretic, for I follow none of the concepts most follow - it may be your decision, and thus the decision of your civilization, to not grant aid to me after all. In this, I do not hold anything against you. We all follow what we feel to be right and ultimately, it is those feelings that guide us to our path. I would know now, though, what your decision is. Will you follow a strange, unjust, unlawful creature such as I, or will you choose to save your soul from associating with such an accursed person?"
Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai 10-31-05, 03:33 AM	Though his new "ward" wasn't trying to work her powers on him {atleast so he thought}, the gnome felt a growing fascination with her. She understood him; she also understood Her Excellence, apparently, and that without ever having met her. Perhaps it was the strength of her personality, and the above impression, that made the gnome - uppon hearing her first question - answer the way he did, and allowing a surface dweller to address him in a way only his superiors did: "What, then, may I call you?" "Anything you feel like, really, but by those i serve i'm usually called... Adept." He blinked, seeming surprised of himself for saying what he just said. Her following words, however, apparently whipe away any doubts he could have about her: "These concepts, developed by all manner of species - law, order, chaos, anarchy, revenge, trust, loyalty - seem, to me, to become merely excuses for actions of individuals. Justification to kill or heal, hurt or assist, close one's mind or keep it open, trust or not." "Ah, yes! Yes, that they indeed are!", he murmurs eagerly in responce, his eyes gleaming as he continues to listen closely to the bardesses' words. "all too easily can they be twisted to serve the ends of any one person."And again the excited nodding: "Yes yes, truely!" From the tone of his voice and the expression of his face, one could almost think the gnome was trying to say "And isn't that great?!" "Keldorn believed, heart and soul, that he was fighting for law and order"At this point, his excitement seems to be channeled into a new route: He raises a finger as if to argue on a point he has been waiting for long to come up, and begins: "Ah, but he--" suddenly, the gnome's eyes roll out, and his jaw moves into an unnatural position, from whence it would seem impossible to close it. He glances helplessly to the sides for a moment, but then the ceisure seems to stop, and his face returns to normal. "Oh, umm, sorry, i'm list'ning" Khaira rose up, sleightly, to tap the gnomes forehead, where his brain was located. When her hand touched the center of his cloth-covered forehead, she could feel something move briefly, as if reflexively, under the band. "Knowing what you now know of me - that I am a heretic, for I follow none of the concepts most follow - it may be your decision, and thus the decision of your civilization, to not grant aid to me after all. In this, I do not hold anything against you. We all follow what we feel to be right and ultimately, it is those feelings that guide us to our path. I would know now, though, what your decision is. Will you follow a strange, unjust, unlawful creature such as I, or will you choose to save your soul from associating with such an accursed person?" A few moments of silence pass after her final statements are made, and unexpectedly, the gnome giggles. With a smile of comradrie, he says: "We're all heretics, my lady. But you know what?" Here his voice switches to a sacramental whisper, and he leans towards her - not very effective, considering he's just half her height, if that - "Our herecies bring us closer to the gods' pleasure!" Resuming his casual tone, he continues: "The decidion has been made way before we met, and t'was made by wiser entities - my Mistress, for one - who prolly knew all there is to know when they made it. I only carry stuff out. But now that you spoke to me, i can see for myself how great Her Excellence's desidion to aid you is. Strange and unjust? Yes, you'll definately hear the smallfolk behind theyr wooden hedges, in theyr exposed forts and open-sky cities call us that... and other things as well. And my soul? Well, considering my heritage, it's not really proven i have one; and if i do - the unthinking, earthbound and sunscorched sages of mankind, of the hin, and even of tel'quessir will tell you it's bound to the Abyss... although to a rather beautyful realm therein." After a blink, he makes an attempt to kiss her hand without falling off the roc, with the words - "You have made some very powerful allies today, lady Khaira. Let not my inferiority confuse you, for those in whose name i came to you are nothing like me, and i can only hope to achieve a fracture of theyr greatness..."