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ok, so i have been told that i have a tallent for writing and a flair for words that some other people do not. i have been told that my writings are moving and involve the reader much durring the read. but i am nothing more than a wannabe when it comes to fantasy writing...i am constantly losing the character's voice, losing track of the story, losing the ability to progress the story, or just losing the ideas for the story all together. but what i have noticed is that if i am to sit down with a perticular subject, and really focus on it for a minute or two i am able to write stiring pieces that all make sense and still involve the reader...i noticed this when i was depressed all the time.. i thought that i was only clearminded when i was depressed...wrong! what it was that i was noticing is that when i was depressed for one reason or another is that the one subject that was depressing me was allways present in the back of my mind... so therefore i was able to write indepth about it... perhaps there is still hope for my writing career but i do not think that it will be in fantasy...or if it is it will be further on down the road...i have more of the story that i had been working on to post but alas i do think that after i get that posted that it will stop for a while... i have run dry on progression ideas and am scraping around for anything, i am finding myself using general ideas from other author's stories...that will not do for me..i must come up with somehting that ifeel is origional...so once again i will be taking a break from my writings... you may see more like this though...i do love to write about one thing... giving the right topic i can become very adiment and write a very heated post. anyways, i have said what i had set out to do and then some, i do hope that you will accept my appology for not having more story...but know that i am not tossing this out yet.
Remember the past, Be mindful of the future, but live for the day.
Johnathon D Freih
 Rythone · Mon Apr 24, 2006 @ 05:38am · 0 Comments |
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ok, so i am moving my stories to my deviantart account only...
www.kottarl.deviantart.com
peace
Rythone · Sat Apr 15, 2006 @ 08:38am · 0 Comments |
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isnt it crazy how one piece of information, how one thing said, or one scrap of an idea can come together and shed light on your world and show you the ways of your thinking? isnt it strange how something that seemed so blissfully right can suddenly feel wrong? where you value anothers happiness over your own mental wellbeing... hmm... i wonder, and take a moment to reflect on your own views... are you wearing blinders? i feel enlightened, but also out of touch with that which brought me blissfull joy... i dont know if i can keep going on like this... when does keeping another happy at the expense of self become wrong? when does reaching that point when everything around snaps into focus contrasting that which you thought you knew with reality become a bad thing? the eyes are the window into the soul... is it bad when you are told that your's look full of sadness and pain? strange goings on are happening...i can feel something changing... although i can be read like a book, and seen straight through...i have many things which the world does not know, cannot know...when the mind begins to thrive... the needs of the body begin to fade... sleep becomes less of a nessesity and more of a habit... eating is only for pleasure... it is amazing how little you really need... oh but how sweet the both are! sleep takes me away from this worl and places me in another not much unlike our, but still different... i feel a new outlook on life, i see clearly... but with clearity of sight and mind comes great pain... ah, but this is better left for a later date, i am going to fall into the void of slumber once more...
fear not of the future, it is certain...fear of the decisions that lead to that future...
Johnathon D Freih
Rythone · Mon Apr 10, 2006 @ 08:27am · 1 Comments |
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you asked for it, here is chapter 4 |
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celtia was nearly thrown to the ground from the tremendous force of the blast , had it not been for the quick thinking of kottarl, who had bravely taken the blunt of the impact upon himself..celtia's head was down as she felt the heat of the fire bolt..which kept her from reading the message kottarl was trying to scream to her..as her head raised..she saw the form of kottarl's brother coming towards kottarl with a blade in his hand..No!!! she screamed within herself as she herself now reaching for the blade she took from the counter earlier..she raised up to her feet and made a dash over to where kottarl's body fell to the ground..celtia's eyes narrowed as she kept her eyes fixed to that of the brother..she pulls out the blade from her belt, gripping it by its small hilt..'this is for you, kottarl..' she thought to herself as she herself lunged towards the dark figure with the small blade raised and held outward from her..true she was frightened..but she couldnt just stand aside as this beast of a man was wanting to kill kottarl
Tomir'nus smiled evilly, "you think you can beat me? " he aproached her, "if he could not beat me, what makes you so sure of yourself?"
celtia read the message from his snarling lips..her eyes narrowed..still she gripped tightly to the blade she carried ..once stepping past where kottarl lied to the ground..she bent her body forward from her torso, flipping herself over, her midwaist twisting and contorting as she flung herself over..arms held out at her side to help in propelling her small body over and around as her legs twisted over in a cartwheel fashion then landing to her feet in front of the stranger she arcs her arm up and over with the blade now coming down towards his lower throat and upper portion of his chest in swift fluid like motion
He laughs, and tries to block her blade, "impressive, but not good eno..." he says as he blocks her blow, but loses grip on his own weapon as the one the Celtia weilded in a pasionate rage hit its mark true, slicing his body open, "but how?" he manages to choke out before falling to the ground, dead.
celtia couldnt believe she had actually done this..she watched just as dumbfounded as the brother that her blade had actually struck ..her mouth agap as she stood there..standing ever so still cept for the fact that she was trembling...she dared not move a muscle..she just stood there staring as suddenly the brother's body slides backwards from the blade..blood rushed over her hand and the front portion of her meek outfit..small blood splatters over her young face..she watched as his body first fell to his knees..and then onto his back..his hands reaching to the wound..then his eyes looked to her with great shock as he then rolled slightly to his left..hands dropping to his side to the ground as his eyes closed as the last breath of life left his form..celtia's hand lowered..releasing the blade she held..the blade falling to the ground at her feet..she took a few steps back, then immediately turned her attention to that of kottarl..she rushed to his side, kneeling down beside him..one hand quickly slips under his head as she looks down to him..hoping that he was alright
Kottarl stirs slightly at the presence of her touch, but conciousness still evades him. 'i hope Celtia is alright... what was i thinking? why the hell would i use a blast that big? if it didnt kill him...' he stirs again and lets out a light groan
she watched him finally stir ..and she smiled in great relief..he was moving, that was good she thought..she got to her knees..with her hands now grasping firmly but gently to his arms just at his shoulders..she gave him a shake trying to bring him back to consciousness..she knew he was way too heavy for her to carry..she glances around her, trying to see through the darkness if there was anyone at all to help kottarl inside..but she saw no one present..she sighed deeply..still she remained at his side..she dared not leave, not even for a moment..she gazed down at him as she brushed the back of her other hand across his cheek,smearing the blood of his brother
He felt a slight shake, thats good, i am begining to feel my body again... he groans loudly oh gods its hurts so much! he could smell blood in the air, someone had been slain, "CELTIA!" he shouted, bolting upright, "thank the gods," he murmered as he saw her and fell back down "...your safe..."
at first it startled her so much when she read her name shouted from his lips as he sat upright so quickly..nearly knocking her over onto her back, but she quickly caught herself with her palms to the ground..she then watched as he fell back ..she went to him, slipping one hand underneath his head..her other hand gently patted to his cheek..she knew not how to help him..but he needed to be taken inside..out here was not safe for him in this condition..this she knew..she had to think of something..and quickly..she released hold of kottarl..lowering his head gently as she then rose to her feet..still she found she was trembling..she couldnt believe all this had happened..she spotted a well not far from where the body of kottarl's brother rested..she approached cautiously..almost as if she half expected him to rise up..she moved around his body..already blood pooling under and around him and seeping into the ground..she made it to the well..tearing now the hem of her outfit, dipping it to the pail that was on the stoney rim of the well..she wrung the torn fabric and rushed back over to kottarl..kneeling at his side she dabbed the damp cloth to his forehead and face and neck trying to revive him to consciouness.
Kottarl felt the coolness of the water on his face, ah, that feels good, Celtia must be taking care of me... i need to snap out of this... his arm twitches a bit as he claws at the edge of conciousness,
"Kottarl!" yelled the tavern owner running up to where he laid, Celtia by his side, "is he..." he asked turning towards Celtia
celtia continues to dab the damp cloth over his forehead and along his cheeks..she then glanced up quickly as movement caught the corner of her eye..as she saw the tavern owner running towards them, she reacted swiftly by grasping the blade she used earlier and jumping up to her feet..she was acting protectively over kottarl...she stood there poised with one arm stretched out at her side and the other waving the blade in front of her as her eyes narrowed
Rythone · Mon Feb 13, 2006 @ 11:26pm · 0 Comments |
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the knock did not waken celtia..for she was unable to hear it being deaf..she just continued to nuzzle underneath the blankets warmth..and the comfort the pillow gave to her weary head..she slept comfortably..for the first time in a great while..but in her slumber..she did begin to dream..the dreams were not pleasant..she stirred..and tossed in the bed..and then she awoke with a start..she sat straight up..clutching the pillow with her..she looked about the room..she looked over at kottarl's bed..she noticed he wasnt there..this alarmed her some..she pushed back the covers..and went over to his bed..she placed her hand upon the sheets..they were still warm..which meant he hadnt been away long..she thought of going to look for him..but thought against it..he may not want to be found..so she rose up from the bed..went over to the window and gazed out to the darkness..she noticed a few people walking along the street outside..the tavern must be near closing she thought..she stepped away from the window..she looked over the room and shuddered..it was getting cold..she took the pillow from the bed..and the blanket..then knealt over in a corner of the room..she placed the pillow on the floor and scrunched up in a near ball as she laid herself on the floor..pulling the blanket over her..and soon drifted back..wondering where kottarl had left to..and if he would be returning.
"so?" Kottarl said crossing his arms and leaning aginst the wall "what is it?
"he has been spotted at the edge of town... he seems to have gained some power not of this earth..." the owner sighed... "he has his eyes set on my tavern..."
Kottarl stiffened, "what sort of power? damnit...i knew i should have delt with him before when i had the chance..." he fell back against the wall "so the confrontation is to happen here... very well" he turns to the owner, "how long will it take you to get as many people away from here as you can?"
"it shouldn't take me too long..." the owner says, "how far do you need?"
"just get them away, i have no idea what we are dealing with here... so the best thing to do would be to get them back." he turns and begins to enter the room "why are you waiting? go!" he grins as the owner rushes off, but it slowly fades as he sees Celtia curled up in the corner. He sighs and walks over to her, placing his hand gently on her shoulder and shakes her just a bit
as first she had awakened with a start..but upon seeing that it was kottarl, her face softened a bit and she smiled as she wiped her eyes to awaken..she peered up at him wondering what was up..she couldnt help but notice that there was a seriousness to his face..she rose up to her feet gazing at him.
He looked at her, noticing the slight alarm in her eyes, "first, why were you sleeping on the floor? you didn't need to... but that is fine, i understand that you are not used to sleeping in beds," he smiles but it fades, "my brother is in town, and he is weilding some unearthly power... i must put a stop to him here and now, i can see that talking isn't going to be an option as i had hoped..."
celtia looked to him as she was questioned about sleeping on the floor, she was used to the floor..but she smiled as he obviously seemed to understand her..then she noticed his smile fade..she gazed at his face as she read his lips..she sighed softly as she read from his lips about the trouble of his brother..she reached out a hand to him..softly giving the side of his arm a gentle rub..she wondered how she could communicate with him..she wanted so to tell him she was afraid..she wanted to tell him how she was worried about this with his brother..she didnt want anything to happen to kottarl.
he sae the concern in her eyes, coupled with her soft touch on his arm, "i understand that you may be a bit afraid, but dont worry, i will be fine!" i hope... "besides, i promiced that i would take care of you, and i can't break a promice now can i?" he takes his cloak and puts it on, "come here," he says pulling her close to him and embrasing her, "look, i will not leave you..." he steps back and places his hands on his hips, "besides, i am too damn stubborn to die just yet, not to mention i have a few new tricks up my sleave...but i do want you to get away from here, and wait for me to come to you." he says his face growing slightly more serious
she stood there for a moment after reading his lips..asking her to leave..she didnt want to..she wanted to stay here..with him..but she knew he wouldnt allow her to stay..her head lowered slightly..she couldnt help but be worried for him..to be worried for them both. finally she agreed and nodded her head slowly.
he lifts her head, "i just don't want you to get hurt...if you fish to stay, that is fine, but i would like it if you took shelter somewhere..."
celtia gazes up at him as he lifts her head..she smiled but it was a weak one..she raised a hand to place over his..she gave his hand a gentle squeeze..then rose up on her feet and gave a slight kiss to his cheek..she stood there for a moment longer..then stepped away from him and headed on to the door..she opened the door, but before stepping out to the hallway..she turned to look back at him..she gave another smile..she couldnt help but wonder if this would be the last she would see him..she prayed that it wouldnt..then she slipped out to the hallway..her footfalls could be heard as she made her way to the stairs.
Kottarl stood there dumbstruck, touching the place where she had kissed his face. what was this? he took a moment and composed himself, the drew his sword and studied it, the deep blue of the blade reflecting his image back to him. "ah, just as sharp as the day you were forged... with you aiding me, i shall not fail, well, at least i hope so..." he grins to himself, and holds out his left hand, charging up a ball of energy the color of molten silver, releasing it, it sinks into his pam where it forms a pool that veins down his arm, "ok, now i am ready,his eyes flash a bright blue as he makes his way out of the room and down the stairs, his brother will pay for the trouble he has caused him.
as celtia stepped off the last step of the staircase..she stood there for a moment as she glanced around the room..the room when she first entered here in this tavern was once full of people..it was indeed quite busy..and now..now it was empty..nearly dark cept for a few candle sconces on the walls..the room was full of shadows now..she sighed deeply as she then turned towards the counter..she headed over to it..slipped around behind it..and there she took notice of a blade..it wasnt a large blade..she reached out and picked it up..she ran a finger over it lightly ..blood appeared..yes..it had an edge to it..she stuck the blade in between the leather belt about her small shapely waist..then she noticed a door..she walked over to it..it creaked as she opened it and peered inside..there were steps leading down..down to further darkness..this appeared to be a cellar of sorts..she stepped on inside and pulled the door to..but she didnt close it all the way..she left it ajar so as to have a bit of light from the other room to shine in to help lead the way down the rickety steps..with a hand to the stone wall..she slowly decended down the steps, doing what was asked of her by kottarl..once down, she moved to a corner near the steps..crouching, her knees pulled up..wrapping her arms around her legs..she sat there on the floor awaiting..wondering to herself in the dank darkness of the cellar.
Kottarl decends the steps, looking about the deserted tavern, he laughs as his eyes fall upon a glass of ale on the counter, "well well, i think the owner knows a bit too much about me..." he laughs as he swollows it down. "i wonder where that girl has slipped off to..." he looks around and notices the celler door open a crack but pays it no heed. "well, she is gone for now...thats good, i dont want her getting hurt." he makes his way outside, drawing his sword and looking about. "not here yet..."
that is where you are wrong my brother!" the other man yells running towards Kottarl, blood red sword drawn, his once glistening plate armor blackening from weathering, silver hair cropped low on his head "i shall make quick work of you as i did that pathetic bar owner who got in my way!"
Kottarl barely dodged the large fireball hurtled at him by his brother "what power have you come upon?" he yells dodging a second "come on bro, why dont you show me this new gift from the gods that you have been totting about?"
"Do you doubt that i was the one to recieve the gift of the gods? i am the oldest!" the man grins, as his cloak is split in two, demonic wings sprouting from his back, "do you see? see the glorious gift i have been granted? i have become enfused with the blood of a dragon!"
Kottarl begins to laugh "is that your great and glorious gift? pah, i have seen better" he yells, the veins on his arm glowing bright, "fancy a fight like old days? we both have new gifts it would seem..." he says shooting a bolt of silver into his brother's wing.
the treendous power of the magics that was being used cause the walls of the tavern to shake and tremble..celtia felt the vibrations as she leaned against the wall..she placed a palm against the cool stone wall of the cellar and shuddered as she felt the tremors..her mind immediately raced to that of kottarl..then her hand fell from the wall as she then rose to her feet..she had to find out..she had to see for herself that kottarl was alright..slowly she made her way back up the steps and as she came up to the cellar door..she peered through its opening..but she saw nothing within the room itself..but still she felt the vibrations of the magics..she stepped out..slowly she crept across the dimly lit room..she then made her way up to the window..she peers out the glass ..her eyes widened as she spotted kottarl facing another dark cloaked figure..this must be the brother he mentioned of earlier in the room..she stood there watching..her eyes widened as she watched a bolt of silver form and was then lunged by kottarl towards the stranger's wing..she gasped out ..truely it appeared that kottarl was capable of tending to this battle on his own..but kottarl was so kind hearted..and caring..she rushed to the door , flinging it open she exited from the tavern in hopes to help assist kottarl.
"Oh, who is this? eh Kottarl?" The brother said grinning wildly, "did you hire a body guard? or perhaps you took a wife?" he launches a blast staight towards Celtia "doesn't matter, they all burn the same."
Kottarl ran towards Celtia "Celtia! NO!" he jumps in front of her as the fire bolt hit, himself becoming engulfed in the scorching flames. he cries out as the fire sears his skin through the clothes he was wearing, and falls to the ground
His brother laughs, "i told you! you were never a match for me Tomir'nus was always the stronger of the family!"
"shut up..." Kottarl said, getting to his feat, clothes in tatters, "you always talked too much..." the silver veins spread across his body and a giant blast eminated from his hand "die!" Kottarl fell to the ground as the blast consumed his broher, "...Celtia...run..." he gasped as he fell into a state of unconciousness.The blast engulfed him, melting his armor, and searing his flesh, Tomir'nus fell to the ground, "you think that will stop me?" he said, slowly getting to his feat and walking towards where Kottarl and Celtia were, "I WILL KILL YOU KOTTARL..." he said, using the last of his power to summon a dagger to his hand
Rythone · Wed Jan 18, 2006 @ 08:18am · 2 Comments |
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Celtia soon rose to her feet with the aid of the man as he took hold of her hand...Celtia looked from the owner to him as they conversed with one another..from the expression on his face, the conversation didnt look at all too pleasing..then she moved to stand beside him as he pulled her to his side keeping quite still and silent..she was feeling much better after having a bit to eat.
The owner looked at the man, looked at the girl then back to the man, "he went north towards the mountain town of Izruk," he paused "you...your not going to fight him on your own are you?"
The man pulled her closely to his side, "If that is what takes...then that is what i must do, as you said, he is not acting in the way of the order of the magi and therefore must be stopped" he looked down at the girl then back to the owner, "in whatever way nessessary. I...someone, has to make the people dishonoring the order of the magi pay, so that the world is safe for people like you, me, and..." he looks down at her and smiles reashuringly, "her"
upon seeing the man's smile as he looked down at her, she timidly smiled back up to him..she looked over at the owner , she studied his face , reading his lips as he continued to speak to kottarl..she caught the word 'fight' then immediately looked up at kottarl's face to read his lips..and she caught what he responded..she grasped the edge of his cloak..she gave it a tug to get his attention..she was shaking her head no rapidly..she didnt want him to fight..he was the first and only one in a long while who had been kind to her..she didnt want anything to happen to him.
He looked down, seeing her shaking her had so fiercely he gave her a reashiring squeeze, "don't worry, i will only fight as a last resort. i will make sure that you are safe, i promice, Celtia" he looked back up at the owner, "i will need a room for the night, what would that happen to cost here?"
The owner looked shocked, "sir? you wou..."
"Kottarl, names Kottarl, i am not a knight nor elderly so stop with the sir alright?"
"yessir....um...no problem. after the trouble earlier, i will gladly offer you a room for the night at no cost. it is the least i can do."
Kottarl smiled, "thank you kindly, and please do appologise to your bar maiden, i was too quick to loose my temper, i just dislike to see others mistreated for their past," he looks down to the girl and smiles
Celtia upon seeing his smile once more, smiles back to him..she did not know what more to expect of this evening..only that she was indeed grateful to Kottarl's show of kindness to her..no one has done that for her in some time..she then watched the owner of the place scamper nervously away from them to the bar where he seemed to search for something behind the counter..then he quickly returned to kottarl with a key...she was not sure of why the man would hand Kottarl a key
"Thank you, " Kottarl said taking the key, "i would like some more ale, a pitcher of water, and two platters of food delivered to my room if you don't mind"
"no no, not at all," the owner said ducking into the back to begin preparing it himself
Kottarl led Celtia to the room and motioned to the bed, "you can get a good nights sleep tonight, i have some more food and water coming for you as well," he smiled, "in the morning, you may set out with me as well, if you like..."
Celtia followed to where kottarl was leading..they went up a flight of stairs..down a dimly lit hallway..past a few doors and then she stopped as kottarl had stopped..she watched as he fitted the key to the lock, then pushed the door open..she watched as he stepped in the room first, his hand to the hilt of his sword as if he were checking the room out first before allowing celtia to enter..then as the room must have seemed safe to him..he motioned celtia to enter..she stepped inside the room slowly at first..she was unsure of this..even though he was kind to her..he was still a stranger to her..she gulped hard, not sure what to expect next..but then as she looked to his face..she read his lips about more food and that she should rest..and then she read how he had invited her to head out with him in the morning..she stepped forward, and bowed before him..her head lowered..then she raised her head and nodded to him, letting him know that she understood..then she smiled, to let him know she was grateful.
He watched her bow and stiffened she was used to the mostions of being a slave...he got her attention, and when she looked over at him, "hey, i know that you are still just acting the way that you had been trained... but you need not act so formal, i am a friend...and will treat you as such" there was a knock at the door and Kottarl opened it to find the bar maiden from earlier with the food and drinks,
"sir, i am greatly sorry for the way that i acted earlier...it was uncalled for, and i am sorry" she brought the trays in and set them on the table, "please accept my appology" she said as she walked out the door, closing it behind her.
"interesting, this was definately prepared by the owner..." he says laughing as he looks at the overflowing plates, " i may even have trouble finishing all the food...ah, but there is plenty of ale! that is always good..."
celtia watched as kottarl answered the door, then she watched in stillness as the girl brought in the tray of food and drink...then she looked on at kottarl as he stepped over to the food..she stood there..she was taught never to approach anything unless asked to..so she stood there watching..she had read his lips of him calling himself a friend to her..but after all she had gone through with being a slave..friendship was something she hadnt quite learned..this was all new to her.
Kottarl looked over at Celtai and studied her for a minute, pulling the meat hanging out of his mouth back in. "you can eat too...you dont have to wait...i got this for both of us...hell, you can even some of my ale if you like..." he smiles and pulls her over to him, giving her a light squeeze, "eat! it is much better"
she smiled at him as he invited her over to the table to the food..she smiled again as kottarl pulled her close..she looked over at the food..then noticed the ale..she reached to the bottle of ale and poured some to a glass..she gave the glass to kottarl..then she filled one for herself..she sat down the bottle on the tray..lifted up the glass..she sniffed at it at first..then slowly took a sip..this was the first time she ever had ale to drink..she wrinkled her nose at it..of course it was an acquaired taste when all one had to drink was water..if at all...she sat next to him and drank a bit more of the ale..then took a piece of the meat and ate it..it was indeed tasty..much better than what was served to her earlier.
Kottarl grined as he saw Celtia cringe at the taste of the ale, "it is very strong, so you might want to go a bit easier than i do..." he stuffed his mouth full of the meat and left to check the door for security, "ok, it looks fine, that makes me feel much beter." he returns to where she was seated, "oh and thank you for pouring my ale. i am very thankful for your company..." he falls into one of the beds, "eh, a bit on the soft side, but better than the ground i suppose...and warmer!"
celtia took another swallow of the ale..the third swallow went down better than the first..she watched kottarl head over to one of the beds and lied down on it..she sat down her glass and went over to him..she helped with removing his boots from his feet..this was the least she could do to show her gratitude..not to mention it was hard not acting like a slave..for that was all she had known as she was born into it..she then stepped away as she set his boots to the floor by the bed..she went back to the table and took up her drink again..and ate some of the grapes on the tray.
he was going to say something as she removed his boots then thought against it... better to have her act as she pleased, at least she had loosened up a bit, "thank you" he said, then removed his cloak, setting it on the back of the chair, and his sword, which he tucked under the edge of his bed, "i am going to try and get a bit of rest, if anything happens, wake me imediately ok?" he smiles and lays back down onto the bed. "hmmm...my brother, if it is who i think it is, this may be more dificult than i thought..." he mused to himself, staring at the celing
she nodded her head as she read his lips ..she would most indeed wake him if something would happen..she fsat down the glass..she felt she had enough of the ale..she then stepped away from the table wanting to head on to the other bed..she teetered a bit..feeling the effects of the ale slightly..but she made it over to the bed..she sat down..bounced a bit on the beds edge feeling its comfort..she had never slept in a bed before..at least not like this..her bed was nothing more but hay thrown on the floor of a stable..if she was lucky..yes thats right..she had to sleep in the stable..so all of this..being in a room with a real bed was quite a treat to her..she bounced on it again..and laughed a little..then she pulled back the covers..she rubbed her hands across them..how nice they felt..so soft and so warm...she then inched under neath the covers..her head to the pillow..this was indeed wonderful..she stretched out..wrapping her arms around the pillow..holding it close..nuzzling her face against the downy softness of it.
Kottarl stirs in bed, wakes, looks about the room, his eyes falling upon the sleeping body of Celtia, he smiles seeing as how happy she seemed in a real bed, however crappy it may have been. he sighs and tries to return to sleeping, but is awakened by a soft knock at the door, barely inaudiable to the normal ear, he quickly rises from his bed and retreves his sword, strapping it back on as he walks over to the door.
He opens the door a crack, sword drawn, to find the face of the owner standing before him, "Kottarl?" he says in a whisper, "about your brother..."
Kottarl hushes him and steps outside sheathing his sword, and closes the door quietly, hoping not to wake Celtia, "what is it?"
Rythone · Thu Jan 12, 2006 @ 01:39am · 1 Comments |
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The warm colors of the setting sun begin to cast long shadows upon the town of Ikil'na, the warm smell of fresh baked bread drifted out on the warm summer breeze along with the slight sounds of laughter form the pub. A man shroud in a heavy blue cloak makes his way out of the forrest to the east on the main road staff in hand, his hair blowing in the wind. He stops and studies the town carefully before making his way down, "perhaps you are in this town" he says with a grin to no one in perticular as he passes the first buildings, the soft thud of his boots on the cobbles and the light ruffeling of his cloak are the only audible sounds as he aproaches the tavern, pushing the door open he scans the room and sighs, "not here..." he mumbles as he makes his way over to the bar.
The bar maiden turns and gives him a warm smile "what can i get for you love?"
He gives her a slght smile "anything, i don't care what it is, just make it strong" he grins, "mayhaps you have some dwarven ale?"
She cringes "we do, but do you know what that stuff an do to you? we have to use special glasses to hold it..." she says holding the ale and the glass.
"I know, that is why i drink it... it realy help me to forget the things that i have done..." he tries to smile to reasure her and barely twitches his lip "don't worry about it..."
Just as she was approaching the pub, she had taken notice of a tall, dark figure wrapped in a cloak entering inside the establishment..she inches on towards the entrance herself only to pause at the window , peering inside first, eyeing each table that she could, unfortunately she couldnt catch a glimpse of the bar..it was too far away from the window..she sighed softly as she then stepped on up towards the door..a small hand reaching out to the fixture..she then slips on inside silently, barefooted with a turquoise and silver anklet..she is dressed in a thin wrap around with a strip of leather about her small waist to act as a belt..about her is a worn blanket about her shoulders that she has used as a makeshift cloak..upon her back, just about the right shoulder blade is a brand, marking her as a slave..timidly she moves through the crowd with her head lowered, she makes her was to a far corner, crouches down and leans her back against the wall..sitting there in her silence, with eyes full of sadness and fear as she watches the movements of the room from the corner of her eyes..the bar maiden saw her enter..and smiled as she had seen the young girl before..she fills a cup with water and carries it over to celtia..she doesnt hand it to her..only sits the cup on the floor near her..then the bar maiden stepped away to return to her duties at the bar..celtia waited a few moments before she finally reached out for the cup and drank from it thirstily
The man looks over at the girl, noticing the brand but no master nearby he realises that she must have been one of the lucky few to escape, he takes his ale from the the bar and makes his way over to where the girl is sitting. "greetings, you look like you are starving, would you like something to eat?"
At first celtia did not see the stranger approach her..both hands gripping the small tin cup, nearly empty now as she had drank so thirstily of the cool liquid..but she stopped, lowered the cup from her parched lips as she did felt the vibrations of heavy stepping from her barefeet as she sat to the floor..she gulped as she felt the steps growing closer..slowly she peered up as ryo towered above her..she didnt hear his voice..only witnessed the moving of his lips as he formed his words to her..she released the cup with one of her hands as she pushed back a strand of her hair from her face..she read his lips..that was her only way of understanding..as she is deaf..slowly she nodded her head to indicate that she was indeed very hungry.
He smiled, and made his way back to the bar calling the maiden over, "miss?"
"Yes dear?" she smiles walking over to where he was standing, "more ale?"
"No no no," he pauses and drains his glass, "well, yes, but actually i wanted to get a large platter of food for that young girl over there, she seems quite starved..."
The bar maiden glanced over to where ryo motioned, the barmaid frowned slightly..they really didnt like it that girls like celtia came into their establishment..because usually it meant trouble..from the looks of it, celtia was indeed a runaway..but she drew in a deep breath and gave the man a nod.."very well sir.." she then stepped away from them to fulfill his order of another drink and a plate of food for the young girl..as the barmaid fixed the plate..she didnt dip from the pot for the good customers..she fixed the plate from scraps of the other plates that others hadnt finished..she then filled the drink for him and carried it and the plate of scraps over to them..she handed the drink to him with a smile..and then stepped up to celtia and sat the plate of scraps on the floor celtia looked at the plate of food, then looked back up at him..a small smile..like that of budding rose slowly opening its petals..appears softly upon her face to him..she mouthed the words.."thank you" to him as she then reached to drag the plate of scraps over to her, there wasnt a spoon nor fork..but at this point..celtia didnt mind..not the first time she had eaten with her fingers..she ate hungrily..the food hurt her stomach as it had been so long since she had eaten..when it was eaten..she smoothed her fingers along the plate..then licked the gravy from her fingertips.
The air in the tavern swirled, the candles flickered, and the man's cloak blew open, everyone looked at the door quickly only to find it shut. "Miss, hey! yeah, over here" he shouted at the bar maiden, drawing his sword slightly
"What can i help you...with...dear?" she arks nervously recieving the blunt of his crystal blue stare
"why, may i ask, did you give her the scraps of what others have not finished? did i not ask you for food?!?" the temperature in the room dropped, "is that what you would have fed me? hmmm?" he points at the emblem on his cloak, of a sword, its hilt wrapped in a ring or thorns. "does this simbol of the magi mean ANYTHING to you?"
she backs away, "wherever the ones with the make of the slave go, there is trouble..."
"wench! this tavern was under my protection! you dare to insult me like so?" he yells slamming his fists into the bar, "i have half a mind to slay you myself..." he grins evily asthe bar maiden backs into the back room, "but no, that would prove too quick a death..." he walks over to the girl and extends to her his hand "come, let us leave here...it seems that we are not welcome here"
celtia, upon catching the glimpse of the angered faces..she lowers her plate back to the floor..she scooted back..pressing her back against the wall as if she were the one who had done badly..she watched as saw the expression on the man's face change rapidly..then she watched as the expressions to those around him changed as well..she felt the fear in the room..she read his lips..as well as reading the lips of the barmaid..celtia wanted so badly to tell him that it was alright..she didnt mind eating the scraps of what others had left behind..she was in many ways used to that..at least it was eating something..then celtia felt the vibration of the man's fist as it was thrust angrily against the bar..celtia shuddered..as he returned over to celtia, she peered up at him and stared at his hand as it was extended out to her..slowly she reached her hand out to his..noticing right quickly how much smaller her hand was in comparison to his..at the moment celtia was just about to place her hand to his..the owner of the establishment came rushing out to the man..he wanted to make quick appologies to him for what the barmaid had done.."please sir..if you will..accept my appologies..we have had bad experiences in the past from slaves coming in here..we did not know she was with you"
He looks at the man, and nodds slowly, "very well, i accept your appology, just let it be known that i did feel the service that i have recieved today was adaquite at all... i am personally offended, some of my fellow mages would not look beyond this, i however, will."
the owner lets out a breath in relief "thank the gods, you are more generous than the last one that was here..."
The man emediately locks eyes with the owner, "what...other...one?" he asks, gently pulling Celtia to his side
"the last man the was here, bearing the same emblem that you do..." he pauses, "in fact, you remind me of him slightly..."
"that was my brother..." he said spitefully, scowling, "do you know which way he left?"
Rythone · Tue Jan 10, 2006 @ 10:02am · 0 Comments |
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