December 13th, 2010, 11:36 AM
Tahl gave them both a dark look, and turned, movnig on ahead to find the bodies of the fallen. They both thought they were /so/ clever, so... nameless, so Legendery. Well, he had Keith. He had some control. He had too have.
Behind him, the old man was smiling at Maya. "I would like to say that the myth of the children is complete properganda. They get in the way. Probably started my first wife, bless her, she could never get them to settle.." He waved a hand at the air.
Tahl tried not to listen to his flippent speech, and knelt before a line of three charred bodies, looking more like blisters ingrained into the soil than mortal remains - if, of course, they had ever been mortal. He wasnot stupid enough to think they had. "Do you know what they are?"
"I know many things, though I can not identity creatures and men from ashes." The Old man sighed.
"Is that a lie?"
"Probably." He chuckled.
Tahl growled at him and rose, though his face fell pale as he did. If there was activity like this on the Duke's Land... He would surely blame Tahl. He would think he rose demons, think he planned some attack... Though, Tahl had only ever been able to raise one demon, and he had little control over him.
Maya studied him and spoke, as if she had read his mind. "He is frightened," She teased. "We should make haste to the Castle."
I enjoy it, too. : D I love our little story.
December 15th, 2010, 03:43 PM
Maya started to stand up, but something caught her eye. She bent down, picking up something off one of the bodies. It was a silver medallion, mostly melted, but she could make out some script she didn't understand. What also surprised her, the metal was cool to the touch. She tossed it to Tahl. She stood up quickly.
"What do you make of this?" she asked. Tahl instinctively grabbed for it, then prepared for the burn of metal which didn't come. He stared at it.
"It's cool to the touch. That's odd."
"Is that a summoning talisman?" She asked. Tahl stared at it.
"Yes.....but no. The script is something I don't recognize." The old man came up and looked at the metal object over Tahl's shoulder.
"Now that's a surprise." He mumbled, a child seeing a long lost toy. He then motioned with his eyes. Tahl turned to see soldiers from the court approaching.
"Here we...." he turned to speak to Maya, only to find she had vanished. "...go." he finished as the soldiers rode up.
"Guess you get to be the hero, don't you?" the old man cackled.
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December 16th, 2010, 09:26 AM
Tahl growled as he watched the empty air. "Where did she go?" He ignored the old man and spoke, apparently, to himself.
"Yes indeed, what would such a fine wmoan be wanting to run from soldiers?" The old man chuckled.
Tahl turned, but his face fell blank. The cold wind was upon him again and Keith was at his ear, whispering nothings. "Odd... That she threw the talisman to /you/, a young poser Knight.." He chuckled. "How did she expect /you/ to know of summoning talismans..?" He was putting thoughts in his head, Tahl knew, yet he had wondered the same. That Maya was not the defenseless woman she claimed to be.
But it was too late, the soldiers were dismounting. Their black and silver tabards bore the crest of Loimer (I forgot the name... Limir..? I'll correct this.) - a blackened bird with a wing span the size of a Dragon's - if myth was anything to be believable, it was a Nighthawk. Tahl recognized the wild-haired Captain. "So, we found our little stray." He shook his head. "Why'd you have to go all craven on us, ey Tahl? You know what we have to do to you now? Goal, the noose, mayhaps..." He sounded apologetic. He had always been a friend to Tahl, an elder brother, a protector... Yet, he was a man of war and Tahl had never been much with a sword.
The Old man laughed, catching their attention. "Ha! I don't swing with a backing cast."
Captain Correl looked him over. "Ey?"
"If your arresting him, I'll be going. When I die, I want to be the center of attention." He chuckled, eyes half shut.
Tahl looked at him oddly, wondering what he was doing. Why was he helping him? Though with a wink from the old man he spoke up. "Ah- This is him, the leader of the bandits..." His words found guilt in him, but he contniued, he was in this mess now. Besides, if he was going to have to help him escape, one of them would need to be alive. He wasn't that stupid. "I wasn't running, I was capturing /him/."
December 16th, 2010, 09:38 AM
Correl stared at the old man curiously.
"/Him?/ He's the leader of the bandits?" He looked back at Tahl. "He looks like someone from local wine house."
"Ale!" The old man shouted. Correl and Tahl turned to him. "Ale for one like me, not wine. Upsets the system, don't you know?" He cackled to himself. Correl shook his head.
"Be honest with me Tahl, is this the bandit leader? If you bring him before the Lord, you'll be laughed to the scaffold, trying to pull the wool over the eyes of the kingdom!"
"This is the bandit leader. I much to atone-"
"Much to atone?" He whispered fiercely. "Tahl, you are a friend, but I cannot disobey my duties. How you expect to find atonement with this.....person...he's no more a bandit leader than I am a maiden. This is foolishness!" Tahl stared straight ahead. He could see the horsemen getting restless.
"Get on with it!" one of them called. Carrol turned.
"Silence! Lest you want to be questioned for interference!" He turned back to Tahl. "Are you going to go on with this?" Tahl knew this was only chance.
"Aye, Captain." Carrol straightened up and sighed.
"As you wish. Hold your arms, I must bind you. One of my men will take the old man-"
"No!" Carrol looked at him. "He must remain bound to me. He is my charge, and I will see him through."
The old man blinked, though wether it was the dust, or something else, Tahl could not say.
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December 16th, 2010, 09:38 AM
Went a shade above 10 sentences
This is fairly new territory for me, I don't usually write this type of story(Sword and Sorcery fantasy). It's an interesting diversion!
December 16th, 2010, 11:24 AM
The horsemen behnid tugged on their reigns, their mares' nostrils flaring impatiently. None of them looked to happy, each with a frown or an eye closed. It seemed as if they had had a late night. probably with the new brothel in town.
Correl looked them both up and down before binding only Tahl's free wrist to himself. "I can not defend you, you know that?" He asked in a low voice, keeping privacy. "When you take this... old madman before the Duke, and I don't speak out for you, do not take your offensive as betrayl. This is fair-"
"Warning." Tahl fniished. "I understand.." He tried to look defiant, but he had never been able to with Correl, and nothing changed. He had a feeling the Captani knew he was lieing despite his pushing, but it wasn't him he needed to convince.
Beside, if they stayed there any longer they would discover the bodies.
Correl helped him up onto his horse and had the old man ride on another soldiers. They headed back towards the Castle, avoiding the market square of the town, though there were ample townspeople and labourers, wood-cutters mostly, to stop and stare. The Castle was made of the whitest stone, as if it were chalk, yet a thousand times stronger. On a night, it would shine like a beacon, or a dare to travellers. A fool's game to paint his own target, maybe, or a statement of power and hope.
It came as a welcome relief as they reached the courtyard though. Correl sent some servant off to speak with the Quarter Master and inform the Duke as Tahl slid off the horse.
Lorne was there, at the door. She was a year or so younger than him, yet acting as if she owned the House. "-The Duke insists that you're his new prodigy - that you're clever." She mocked, "Yet, you make the mistake of coming back here." Her expression was half a sulk, like some child.
I think it's fair to say that rules gone out the window! I'm already well over ten. :P Just don't go on for ages, I guess is the new rule. xD
I like this style... Well, I like most styles.
December 16th, 2010, 04:54 PM
Tahl stood chained to the wall across from the old man. Lorne was right coming back had been a mistake. Yet this eccentric old fool had made it clear that he must return. Nothing made sense to Tahl anymore but he was not foolish enough to argue with a Sorcerii. Although at this point he still had no idea what the hell a Sorcerii was! Tahl closed his eyes for a moment feeling overwhelmed and exhausted.
"Open your eyes Summoner." the old man whispered.
Tahl jerked awake only to see yet another impossibility! The Sorcerii was sitting across from him. How did he get free of the chains? Tahl looked down and noticed his chains were gone as well.
"Dammit what are you?" Tahl asked.
"I have been known by many names. You can call me Yuir. It is time. There are things you must learn child. Everything around you is made up of Strings of energy. Mages can coax the strings. Sorcerii can command the strings. Summoners can change the strings. They will bend to your will young man. Where I can merely command the fire to obey you can turn it into water." Yuir spoke in a soft yet commanding tone. Power emanated from him like rays from the sun.
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December 16th, 2010, 05:02 PM
WOW!!! You peoples are rocking the house!
December 16th, 2010, 05:09 PM
LOL thanks man :daps: Feel free to join in!
Originally Posted by The Lord of all Things Inane
December 16th, 2010, 05:25 PM
I keep telling him to join in, but he's having none of it. xD
Originally Posted by 3rdI
Tahl pulled against the manicles that bound him, feeling cold metal press into his skni. He frowned again, managing to stiffen his look of utter confusion. "But the Sanctum..."
"The Sanctum is a place of fools and cowards." Yuir shrugged one shoulder. He seemed to have more life in him, somehow. His body was still thin, as if he were not eating, yet a certain strength had come to him. "The Official Charter and tutorlege or magic is a closed-mind affair. People got /scared/, as people do. How could you have one person more powerful than your Knig's army? What mages today learn is the bare minimum..." He trailed off. "Of course, there are a few genius' amoung the Sanctum - those men who hide behind weak tricks and keep their inner power to themselves for... self-preservation or a chance at power."
Tahl studied him, swollowing down hard. "Why tell me this?"
"Well, It's just I wouldn't want to see you being tutored under some oaf who's just learned to do his housework without getting off his ass." He sad bluntly.
"And you're better?" Somehow, Tahl knew the answer, so before Yuir could answer he had fired another question. "Isn't this forbidden?"
"Highly forbidden. They're scared of the truth. Didn't I just tell you that? Honestly, boy. I'm beggining to regret taking you on-"
"Taking me on..?" Tahl sounded aghast. Was everything happening without his say so now?
December 16th, 2010, 05:49 PM
Maya watched the soldiers march Tahl and the old man away. The green hid her as she wrapped the cloak around herself.
"Tahl has no idea who he has. And my judgement was right, marched in like a couple of chained mules." She muttered. She leaned back against the tree. The soldiers were gone now. "No doubt they will receive the Lords "pleasure", though whether it the cell does or doesn't have rats will depend on his mood." She silenced herself. The verbal self talk would reveal her. She could just get up and walk away. Frankly she should have done just that.
But this was all too intriguing. The Sorcerii-he could have blasted that entire group to dust, yet he chose not to. He certainly wasn't a foolish old man, unless he had lost his mind. It was an occupational hazard of learning Sorcerii. You have to have a strong mind.
Maya sat bolt upright.
He wouldn't....surely he wasn't going to take this young fool under his wing? The young man was always in distraction. She sat back, it wasn't her problem. Just get up and walk away. That's all she needed to do.
Instead, she sat there, watching the nearby castle, her mind pondering.
December 16th, 2010, 06:12 PM
Before anymore questions could be answered, the door burst open. It was not Correl this time but his slick-haired, snake-tounged second in command - and by snake-tounged, it meant literally. The fool had a gash down his tounge that had been serrated in two halves, apparently some Northern War Lord hadn't liked his words... Shocking.
"Pick yourselves up and get out of my cell." He growled, with a hiss on the end of his words. Tahl wondered what he'd say to the old man not being in chains, though when he looked, Yuir was chained just as he had been left. Raeth seemed just as confused. "They chained ya'? A couple of craven eunachs like you?" He chuckled, and took out the key, holding it in front of the old man's face. "You want freedom, gramps?"
Tahl wondered how he didn't just strike him, or make him burn frmo the inside out... He wondered if Sorcerii could do that. Instead, Yuir smiled. "Depends, What's on the menu..?"
Raeth gave him a smirk. "We got a fighter, well you better pray it's not you." He undid the chainlinks that held them to the wall, keeping their wrists bound and dragged them together into the Hall. "The Duke will see you now." He explained as he dragged them through the corridors that had once been a type of home to Tahl and to the Great Hall, where sure enough, the Duke sat in his ornate chair - that could have almost been a throne, if that wasn't such an insult. Lorne was in the shadows, and Correl at his side.
December 17th, 2010, 04:44 AM
This is brilliant...I am loving it
December 17th, 2010, 08:12 AM
Yey! I love to entertain. x)
Originally Posted by Queen Aurora
December 17th, 2010, 10:29 AM
(If I mess up the Duke's character, forgive me and make corrections as necessary)
"So, the rat returns to the sinking ship." A pause. But as you see, the ship is quite seaworthy." Tahl didn't respond. "You've got nerve showing your face, traitor. Unless you developed some stupidity as well." Tahl clenched and said nothing. If he had any chance of living talking back was not going to get him there. "Not that it matters." He looked to the old man. "And who is this?"
"My Lord, this is the bandit leader. I set out to hunt him down." The Duke frowned.
"This old wreck? Leader of the bandits currently scourging our lands? Surely you don't take me a fool." He looked at Yuri, expecting a response. He got a pleasant smile in return. You never struck me as fool, traitor, yet you treat me as one?" The Duke stood up. "Alright, I'll play your game, then we'll decide whether you deserve to live or not, traitor." He looked at Yuri.
"What's your name, 'bandit'?"
"Rasmas." He started. The Duke started.
"Oh was Yenta? No, no, Yenta I haven't used in a while." The Duke's face was thunder.
"How dare you--"
"No, not Yenta, not Rasmas. Nuli? Perhaps? No, that's the wrong sex-I haven't been Nuli in years." Tahl stared in astonishment. The Duke was about to erupt. The old man was going to get them both killed.
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