The winds would howl, announcing sheas appearance, there in
those winds she appeared, dark green cloak blowing behind her, a gloved hand rose and the winds died down as she brushed back that hood with her left hand, in her right she held something, her sword, it was slowly sheathed and shea slipped to her knees with a soft cry::
:Her hand moved slowly to her side and she managed to her feet,
jade hues looked to the inn, this morn had gone well, but the rest of sheas day
had not...::
Tanya awra..:;she muttered something in elvish as she made way for the porch::
shea managed on to the porch just keeping her footing as she
tumbled there on to one of those worn benches...:: another night in rhydin... spent with wounds... :; she still clutched her side, she could feel the blood seep out through he bindings of her cloth shirt and through her bare fingers:, she sat there closing her eyes doing her best to not move ... she had no bandages left nothing to wrap the wound ... so she would have to focus to chant t heal her self ... or die
of blood loss::
:; Shea opened her eyes watching patrons pass over the porch to go
within, she was hidden well it seemed, good she had magic to work...::
: She refocused, chanting under her breath, her hand would glow,
and the wound hidden there at her side would heal, at least enough for now. She sighed, and pulled her hand from her side and looked to the blood upon it ... she would dig in tot hat side bag and pull out that bottle of water and pour it over her hand washing the blood from it...., then shea rose slowly at first regaining her natural grace ... and went for the door, this night needed a drink, to dull what pain was left::
:; through the door she breezed, and went right for the bar, what a
way to spend one of her last nights in rhydin...the thought had passed her mind ... there was only three things she had left to do, and one ... she had given up on, truth be told, she had forgiven her self for the lie, and now was moving on ... to the bar she went and took a seat, resting her elbows upon the bar top, searching for
this eve tender of choice::
: Jade hues looked around the room, over those gathered she
offered a soft nod to those she knew here this eve, then her attentionswent back to the bar, over the select drinks, over her favored tea cup, and those bottles of Elven wine, shea needed something stronger ... but not too much more::
But most of the drinks were not her style, so she focused on that
wine glass and bottle of elfin wine and both floated to her, yet she winced through it ... not to much magic tonight, no more floating glasses until that wound healed...::
she popped open that bottle and poured her self a glass, then she
set the bottle down ... and looked to the glass, she closed her jade hues for a moment regaining some of her former strength.. one would hope at least, but that hidden wound went deeper than even she knew ... even though she had healed it seemed to be taking a lot out of her ... then suddenly she fell, fainting from off that bar stool, with a soft thud upon the floor::
; Jade hues flickered..., she muttered something in elvish and
smiled to juleta...:: my lady juleta ..:: she smiled, then jade hues moved to Brian:: I am all right ... really.. no need to fuss over me...:;she noted she was on the floor:: how did I get down here?
: she smiled to juleta:; thank ye...:: shea winced softly...:: no need to worry too much about me all shall be fine... :; she smiled through the pain that crossed her face, all that healing magic for nothing the pain in her side worse than
the blood loss from before:
closing her eyes she sighed, slipping that now gloved hand back
under the folds of her cloak over that wounded side.. anther soft wince...the pain seemed to be lessening ... now ... thank the gods...jade hues opened and she gazed about...well the people of rhydin had proven them selves over and over again .. she smiled... softly, she was glad to have friends here, friends who cared so deeply...::
:She listened to the room, with her eyes closed ... thinking of what
had happened that night before she came to the inn::
:; She had left the comfort of her woods, to walk in the market square the place of many good and bad things ... she was followed, by shadow.::
:; The market place was empty, Elven ears could hear every sound ... including the one of that which followed her ... 'twas one enemy one she knew well, the cloaked man from ages ago who she her self had identified ... He was back sporting new armor, and weapons...::
::she drew her blade as she walked, silently down the cobble stone path making her way faster towards the inn..., then around her the darkness sunk in, the shadows them selves moved taking her binding her feet, tot he cobble stone pathway, she cut through them, as if they were vines ... she turned to face this foe, one she had faced before int he war, 'twas one of Raevyns men, a shadow walker by the name of... Kaleb.. jade hues looked to him, not man nor beast something between the two..::
"You shall fall here lady elf..., and the vultures shall feast upon your dead body...then your paladin love shall know the meaning of pain..."
: Shea paused, he spoke of Blahl. Why would he do this, blahl had written her that letter, then it dawned in her it had been forged... Blahl had not written that letter him self, enraged she looked to Kaleb, and rose her blade::
"This will end here..."
:: The fight began..., the clash of blades rose in to the cool night air: make He struck with precision and I struck back the blades gridded past each other, tossing spars in to the air. As we parried and dodged, back in forth across the cobble stone path ways of the market place.
With one swift move he went to strike me down but he missed the blade hitting the cobblestone
, the sound resonated through the market and he nearly fell to his knees, but then he lowered his strike just ad inch and sliced, his blade had slipped past my cloak and in to my flesh of my side there he cut through the fabric of my shirt and in to my side just below my ribs...:: " ahh"
::My voice rang out, and I nearly fell, in pain, the shadows seemed to pulse through his blade darkness at its finest point... I did not waver I stood up fully and continued the fight, till I was the last one left sanding, I cut him down, till not even the shadows could reclaim what was left of him, my blade dripped with dark blood, and then the winds took me..... towards the inn::
those winds she appeared, dark green cloak blowing behind her, a gloved hand rose and the winds died down as she brushed back that hood with her left hand, in her right she held something, her sword, it was slowly sheathed and shea slipped to her knees with a soft cry::
:Her hand moved slowly to her side and she managed to her feet,
jade hues looked to the inn, this morn had gone well, but the rest of sheas day
had not...::
Tanya awra..:;she muttered something in elvish as she made way for the porch::
shea managed on to the porch just keeping her footing as she
tumbled there on to one of those worn benches...:: another night in rhydin... spent with wounds... :; she still clutched her side, she could feel the blood seep out through he bindings of her cloth shirt and through her bare fingers:, she sat there closing her eyes doing her best to not move ... she had no bandages left nothing to wrap the wound ... so she would have to focus to chant t heal her self ... or die
of blood loss::
:; Shea opened her eyes watching patrons pass over the porch to go
within, she was hidden well it seemed, good she had magic to work...::
: She refocused, chanting under her breath, her hand would glow,
and the wound hidden there at her side would heal, at least enough for now. She sighed, and pulled her hand from her side and looked to the blood upon it ... she would dig in tot hat side bag and pull out that bottle of water and pour it over her hand washing the blood from it...., then shea rose slowly at first regaining her natural grace ... and went for the door, this night needed a drink, to dull what pain was left::
:; through the door she breezed, and went right for the bar, what a
way to spend one of her last nights in rhydin...the thought had passed her mind ... there was only three things she had left to do, and one ... she had given up on, truth be told, she had forgiven her self for the lie, and now was moving on ... to the bar she went and took a seat, resting her elbows upon the bar top, searching for
this eve tender of choice::
: Jade hues looked around the room, over those gathered she
offered a soft nod to those she knew here this eve, then her attentionswent back to the bar, over the select drinks, over her favored tea cup, and those bottles of Elven wine, shea needed something stronger ... but not too much more::
But most of the drinks were not her style, so she focused on that
wine glass and bottle of elfin wine and both floated to her, yet she winced through it ... not to much magic tonight, no more floating glasses until that wound healed...::
she popped open that bottle and poured her self a glass, then she
set the bottle down ... and looked to the glass, she closed her jade hues for a moment regaining some of her former strength.. one would hope at least, but that hidden wound went deeper than even she knew ... even though she had healed it seemed to be taking a lot out of her ... then suddenly she fell, fainting from off that bar stool, with a soft thud upon the floor::
; Jade hues flickered..., she muttered something in elvish and
smiled to juleta...:: my lady juleta ..:: she smiled, then jade hues moved to Brian:: I am all right ... really.. no need to fuss over me...:;she noted she was on the floor:: how did I get down here?
: she smiled to juleta:; thank ye...:: shea winced softly...:: no need to worry too much about me all shall be fine... :; she smiled through the pain that crossed her face, all that healing magic for nothing the pain in her side worse than
the blood loss from before:
closing her eyes she sighed, slipping that now gloved hand back
under the folds of her cloak over that wounded side.. anther soft wince...the pain seemed to be lessening ... now ... thank the gods...jade hues opened and she gazed about...well the people of rhydin had proven them selves over and over again .. she smiled... softly, she was glad to have friends here, friends who cared so deeply...::
:She listened to the room, with her eyes closed ... thinking of what
had happened that night before she came to the inn::
:; She had left the comfort of her woods, to walk in the market square the place of many good and bad things ... she was followed, by shadow.::
:; The market place was empty, Elven ears could hear every sound ... including the one of that which followed her ... 'twas one enemy one she knew well, the cloaked man from ages ago who she her self had identified ... He was back sporting new armor, and weapons...::
::she drew her blade as she walked, silently down the cobble stone path making her way faster towards the inn..., then around her the darkness sunk in, the shadows them selves moved taking her binding her feet, tot he cobble stone pathway, she cut through them, as if they were vines ... she turned to face this foe, one she had faced before int he war, 'twas one of Raevyns men, a shadow walker by the name of... Kaleb.. jade hues looked to him, not man nor beast something between the two..::
"You shall fall here lady elf..., and the vultures shall feast upon your dead body...then your paladin love shall know the meaning of pain..."
: Shea paused, he spoke of Blahl. Why would he do this, blahl had written her that letter, then it dawned in her it had been forged... Blahl had not written that letter him self, enraged she looked to Kaleb, and rose her blade::
"This will end here..."
:: The fight began..., the clash of blades rose in to the cool night air: make He struck with precision and I struck back the blades gridded past each other, tossing spars in to the air. As we parried and dodged, back in forth across the cobble stone path ways of the market place.
With one swift move he went to strike me down but he missed the blade hitting the cobblestone
, the sound resonated through the market and he nearly fell to his knees, but then he lowered his strike just ad inch and sliced, his blade had slipped past my cloak and in to my flesh of my side there he cut through the fabric of my shirt and in to my side just below my ribs...:: " ahh"
::My voice rang out, and I nearly fell, in pain, the shadows seemed to pulse through his blade darkness at its finest point... I did not waver I stood up fully and continued the fight, till I was the last one left sanding, I cut him down, till not even the shadows could reclaim what was left of him, my blade dripped with dark blood, and then the winds took me..... towards the inn::