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Dan · Posted: Sun Jul 09, 2006 2:45 am Post subject: The Spirit Resides

Inside the Hostel, the light of the fireplace glowed with warmth as the people within the walls talked amongst themselves with the subject of whatever had the most interest in their eyes. Torchlights across from the Hostel, at Castle Blackguard, glimmered as the summer eve seemed very much alive in the peaceful city state. In the sky, not a cloud in the sky resided, leaving only the mystic starts and moon from which any gazer would easily find themselves lost within its magic....

...behind the Hostel, the crickets chirped loudly as wildlife made its course as usual, its balance untapped and unfaltered in any way as the pixies scittered among the trees. In the distance of the thick wood, you could almost hear singing from some mysterious voice lost within the thickets of the brush...

...and there, at the usual guard post now left empty and without noticement, stood the half-elven man whom which had not treaded on such soil in almost a full year. There stood the man which seemed to pass and go as he would, but yet whenever he was needed by his comrades and rivals, he was amongst them. Dressed with but his usual comfortable barkeep attire, the half-elf of green hair wore his black bandana over across his brow and had it knotted just above his ponytail. Thicked bone bracers covered his forearms, sturdy and bulky to bring about a sort of illusion of strength. A dark red vest, one which suited him nicely, was draped over his chest and back, slightly hanging over his trademark long black skirt which hung from his waist, nearly touching the ground. And of course, the blue sandles kept his feet from harm.

Having found his peace within the mystic pixy woods within the province of Sanctus, his soul had finally wondered out of the thicket with nothing but ease of mind burdened upon his shoulders. The spirit crossed his arms upon his old Sanctus post and smiled up at the night sky as he felt at rest.

"So this is peace...", he thought to himself, but simply held his gaze to the starry sky, with a reflective outlook of his own words.

Kicking himself off the Hostel wall, he strode off to the road and looked up at the mighty Blackgaurd Castle which loomed over him like some type of spire of an ideal, one which he could imagine all beings in the realm could find and be lured to like a beacon. He grinned, and slipped his hands into his skirt pockets. Hulched over abit, the spirit slowly made his way back into the forest in some hopes that someway, somehow, he had not been forgotten.
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AKA: Gryss ab'Arawn
AKA: Jode Bonewits

Doireann · Posted: Fri Jul 14, 2006 6:50 pm Post subject:

Taking the black bandana, Doireann tied it around her arm, and nodded. It seemed fitting in her mind, to honor a fallen comrade that way. Looking around the inn, she sheathed her sword and swung her shield over her back. Leaving the building, she breathed in deeply, a sense of calm filling her. Yew in all its glory, she thought, staring at the trees. Calling her dragon to her, she walked slowly through the woods, her hand resting lazily on her steed’s back. Reaching her destination, she leaned her back against the Yew tree, and closed her eyes, waiting for some semblance of a sign to hit her. Her mind began to drift, and she began to feel uneasy. Opening her eyes, she called her dragon from his deep sleep, and began riding swiftly towards the moongate.

Calling forth for Luna, Doireann sprinted out of the gate, and passed the shops, heading south down the road towards Sanctus. Running behind the hostel, she slowed down, and looked out amongst the trees. She stopped her steed and slid down his side. Carefully, she began to move forward, feeling a pull towards the center of the woods. Looking up, she saw her destination, another tree, like the one in Yew. A soft breeze came by, and she looked around suspiciously. Then, without warning, she felt the bandana on her arm being tugged. Looking down at her arm, her eyes widened. Looking around frantically, she whispered, “Jode?”

The wind made died, and she heard a whispered no that seemed to linger in the air. She bit her lip, and felt a tug on the bandana again. “Dan?” She asked, her eyes wide, when she felt the wind pick up again, swirling around her. Breathing in deep, she squared her shoulders, and looked around. “Alright,” she said aloud, and then ran to her dragon, mounting quickly. Without any delay, she clicked her heals, heading for someone who could help bring Dan back.

Dan · Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2006 1:57 pm Post subject:

As Dan's spirit stood, watching Doireann run back towards the Hostel, his spirit yearned to follow her for it was the only company who had visited him since his time in the netherworld. Drifting through the trees, Doireann sped ahead of him in her quick dash inside the Hostel. As Dan made his approach, he looked out from his ghostly eyes to see the stables from which he had fought from time to time.

Saidhe' had been resting in one of the Hostel beds after the incident of her baby and nearly having a miscarriage. The Sanctus watchdogs were sure to have no supper this evening, but revenge was simply not on her mind this evening. As she lay in bed, dreaming those heavy dreams which she so often seemed to do, she could feel herself delved into a world of absolute destruction and chaos. She could see herself within the very world of Felluca, where in her mind's eye she had come to be within the netherworld. In Saidhe's netherworld, everything was dead, the trees, the grass, everything that had been living was now a horrificly terrible abomination of what used to be a joyous trait in her surroundings of her new home.

As she dreamed upon her bed, her lover entered her room and asked her if she was alright. However, his voice was soft and distant from her now, and as she looked about in this horrible world that seemed to need her for something, a warm light slowly began to glow from behind the trees. Saidhe's could see the trees because in this world the Hostel did not exist, for the chaos in the netherworld would not allow such a structure of an Order's hand to remain standing. Saidhe' looked out from where she stood, squinting her eyes and perking her ears for whatever may be coming towards her. Looking closely, she could almost see the light emerge from behind the trees, but was whisked away back to her own reality.

Saidhe' awoke to find Talon Skyfire and Doireann both standing next to her bed, but what was more alarming was that Saidhe' noticed the very bandana that seemed to be burning upon Doireann's arm. That black bandana, the very bandana that both the friend Dan, and the villain Jode wore, seemed to have had found a place upon her arm. Doireann told her that she could feel Dan's presence, and asked for her to follow. Saidhe', though abit hesitant, decided to push her questions for her aside for another time, and said that she would follow her. With Talon as a crutch, she was able to make it out towards the woods which would have seemed to be quite windy this evening. The leaves were restless, the wildlife was on edge, yet the Yew Tree in the center of the pixy woods seemed quite at peace with it all.

Dan could feel their presence now, three people standing around the clearing, and a woman being laid down by a man as the other woman clasped what would have seemed to be a clothing of sort. More than a clothing though, this parchment of cloth seemed to shine within his eyes. It was apart of him, he knew, something that was on him all the time and represented a fragment of his identity, of who he was. A bandana, so it seemed to him, was that clothing that they had brought with them.

Saidhe', now rested upon the hollow log and ready to dive into her dreamstate once more, did so with haste. Inside of her dream this time though, her surroundings were much more gruesome and terrible. Maggots seemed to spew out of the very bark of the Yew trees, and the open clearing which seemed so quiet and spacious was charred in patches with only death infested into its soil.

She had to be quick.

Dan, now lured by his bandana, began to float near Doireann as she watched Saidhe'. Saidhe', seeing the light float around Doireann, spoke out of her dream to hand her the bandana. She oblidged, if but only to help the situation. With the bandana within her hands, the Queen of Sanctus now stood tall within her dreamstate now that she was armed with the very tool which could haul the light back with her to the world he knew so well. Holding out the bandana within her palm, Dan watched as she moved her lips as if she was saying something to him. He could not make it out, but he wanted to touch that piece of himself and that alone made him determined to do so as best as he could. Concentrating, Dan did what he could to develop a hand from his light form and in a few moments took the form of his old body. It looked just like Dan, except that it was still covered in light as if he had become celestial of some sort.

Without wasting anymore time, Dan reached out with a soft grin and layed his hand over Saidhe's, resting his palm over hers and his bandana inbetween. Around him, he could see the world shift dramatically, whirling around him as his body was losing that light and the surrounding slowly seemed to be coming back to life! Before long, before he even knew it, he had finally shifted back to the world of the living, if but only to crumble down into a heap from the sheer exhaustion of it all.

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...the next time Dan opened his eyes, he could see at ceiling above himself and the sound of a page flipping behind him. He was back, back in Sanctus, and at last he was finally free of that damndable evil potential that had locked him away so that he might had never been able to be where he was now.

Jode.
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AKA: Gryss ab'Arawn
AKA: Jode Bonewits